Man, two big reveals in as many weeks! Hearkening all the way back to, hey, page 3. (Apologies for making you look at things I drew in 2006; I take comfort knowing it’s not nearly as painful for you as it is for me.)
Technically there’s one big reveal and one obscure tip-off. But let’s not get greedy about it.
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COMMERCE: I’ve finally acquired the last of the stock items (spoons, some of the Lady Parts prints) that were holding back some very late orders on books and prints, especially international orders! So if you have been patiently sitting on your hands over in the UK or Canada, don’t fear, I haven’t forgotten you.
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NEW STUFF: I’ve got a new poetry chapbook out. It’s called Private Island, and it’s for sale in my store at the LOW LOW price of $2.00, which is a mere ten cents for each page of action-packed verse, most of which has never seen the light of the internet before!
There are many flavors in this one, and it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever made at a copy shop, so snag one at will.
Page 143 of Family Man now online!And now here is a page guaranteed to startle and confuse, if Luther’s face is any judge.
But, whatever you think is going on: I’ll repeat my mantra of wait for it. Your questions should be answered by Labor Day.
I’m in the middle of working my way through the Bite Me! shipping backlog, putting together material for potential future publishing projects, and preparing for a week in New York for MoCCA!
Not to mention picking up yet another sexy round of prescriptions in an attempt to make my post-viral breathing tube look less like this:
And more like this:
So I’m taking a pass on a page this week, which drives me nuts but seems responsible.
But, here we are, a new set of notes for pages 130-140! I really went kind of insane this time, trying to explain both wigs and early Protestant theology. I know that you have had burning questions about these things for a very long time. Consider them answered.
And, again, I’ll be at the MoCCA Art Festival in New York, June 6-7, tabling with Klio of SPQR Blues.
No wild tip-offs in this page: but some useful insight into who the Rector is. Also: lots of dead stuff! Yay dead stuff!
Next week: what the Rector was doing in between Universities. (Wild tip-offs: possible.)
Notes for pages 131-140 will go up this weekend, per tradition. Rather than spending my evening seeing Star Trek a second time with my friends, I spent it researching the history of wig-powdering and Reform theology. I can’t tell if this makes me more, or less, of a total dweeb.
Other news: I am finally well(ish), so shipments of Bite Me! are now going out at a regular clip. I hope to work my way up to present-day on domestic orders very soon, and then send out stuff to all you international types in one big orgy of customs forms.
Thank you to everybody who’s ordered the book! It’s been a lot of fun sending it out into the world.
The gents continue their conversation. Welcome to the junk room of the Rector’s Mansion! The Enlightenment, she produced a lot of bric-a-brac. I suspect this room contains a lot of dubious gifts from various University patrons looking to unload their weird collections.
In the daylight it just looks like a room full of crap. At night: atmosphere!
Next week: it’s time for a new round of notes! At last, you will know why Luther’s joke was funny. (To him, at least.)