…is absolutely scandalized!!
Tonight’s entry into the Many Emotions of Tarot is from Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose #40.
…is absolutely scandalized!!
Tonight’s entry into the Many Emotions of Tarot is from Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose #40.
As someone who thinks of himself as a lesbian exhibitionist werecat on the inside, this one really has a special meaning for me!!!!!!
In the absence of our usual celebration of Irish Super-Heroics, please enjoy these tidings from Kitchen Irish, written o’ course by that favorite son of the Emerald Isle, Garth Ennis, who often writes of the beauty and quaint charm of his native land.
In honor of President’s Day, a segment of history that was sadly left out of even the most detailed histories of our Sixteenth President:
Hang on a second, let me double-check here… Herbie? Fighting a bear? With Abraham Lincoln? I think it’s official: Herbie #11 is the greatest comic book of all time.
I’m thankful for a lot of things, including DC’s Jack Kirby hardcovers! How about you?
Taking the day off! Back on Friday!
Matthew Allen Smith, who you might remember from his pin-up in the Hard Ones ashcan, brings the pain and becomes my #1 Birthday Hero 4-Ever.
Bully writes a poem that includes a reference to Megaforce.
Kevin brings me the gift of emotional content. Also, a Hickory Farms gift basket of meats and cheeses.
Andrew taps into my most secret–or to be honest, not secret at all–desires.
Dave Lartigue flexes his artistic muscles for a picture you have to see to believe!
Mike Sterling, as usual, makes it all about Swamp Thing.
Mark Hale has a blog? Really?
Dorian talks about subtext, but I’m sure I don’t know what he means.
Jeff Stolarcyk made me a card!
Thanks, guys! And thanks to everyone who came by to wish me well today, too!
For the overly curious among you, more shots from this year’s Twenty-Sixthennial can be found here.
By the time you read this, it’ll be August 12th, or as we like to call it around here, Christmas 2. Yes, on this very date back in 1982, my mom and dad debuted a new family member to what I am assured were mixed reviews. Still, little did they know that their little bundle of face-kicking joy would grow up to achieve an incredibly tiny amount of subcultural fame by making jokes about Destro on the Internet.
Which, needless to say, I’m totally not doing tonight.
You tell ’em, Julie!