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The man in the hard hat said
Your bark split years ago
And let in the rain
Which turned your heart black
I was once insulted on your behalf
When a grocery bag
Got tangled in your hair
But I never learned your name.
Were you “beech”? “Poplar”?
We should have talked more.
Your dying gesture
Was to come to my window
And rap on the glass, saying
“Death is one ‘s self split in half.”
A white headstone marks your time on earth.
With you gone, my studio receives more light.
Thank you for the illumination.
The fine folks at the 11 O’Clock Comics podcast have given Weapon Brown probably the most glorious thumbs up I have ever received. Listen to the whole thing, but the important chunk, about Yours Truly, begins at 1:03:05.
It took a girl with a dragon tattoo and two Mr. Robots to solve my website problem, but I think I finally have the issue licked licked licked lickedTERMINALERROR500–$$$unexpected ampersand on line323–Homeland Security has been notified01010101010101*
Unfortunately, all this computer nonsense delayed my work on this week’s strip, so expect it in a few days. In the meantime, here’s a little something I threw together for May the Fourth!
Hello fan(s)! I have to deactivate most of this site’s features for the next couple of days while my web host and I try to track down a bug which is causing performance issues. The site will hopefully be back to normal by Monday.
Ugh… another Scott Atoms video! He’ll be the death of me… and possibly YOU!