It has come to my attention that many of you hold a sort mystic image of myself as some sort of hermit living in a mountain hut extracting comic art from my arse like some kind of alchemist. Let it be known that this is a greatly exaggerated falsification on the part of my character! I will lay down the truth as I know it to be.
First, it isn't a hut at all, but rather a nice tidy cave I stumbled upon during one of my drunken wanderings of the Wasatch Mountains; tidy once I evicted the bear family that had laid claim to it first. Once that was over and I was something akin to sober I began at once making it my own! Due to powerful therma
I am going on a hastily-scheduled vacation! Ed's mom was sick so we were going to go and see her on short notice but she recovered very quickly (yay!) so now we are just going for a visit. Normal comic service will resume in a week and a bit.