There you have it: the long overdue conclusion (so, so, so sorry) to chapter eight. At this point I would like to gently remind you that this is a comic strip, and to not tackle your problems (literally) with violence.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Mother Knows Best
Todd may wish he rethought his actions in the next few seconds. Just a reminder, the pencil panels indicate a flashback. The conversation in question took place before this strip.
Lamentably, I made up the Chinese kiosk, unless they’ve put one up since I last went to Navy Pier. Anything is possible…
Thanks for the paranoia, Mom. Sorry for the delay, folks, but with this strip we swing into the end of the chapter! I don’t know about you, but I am giddy.
Something is rotten in the city-state of Chicago. On an artistic note, I liked the hatch shadows from last strip so much, I did ’em again! It takes a lot longer, but it’s worth feeling proud of my toning (for[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Dealing with Celeste ain’t looking so bad now, is it? Notes: the picture in Talia’s office is a very simplified version of Palmer Potter’s Lake Shore castle. Gorgeous, exorbitant, demolished. The duck-tailed gentleman from the CAF is my weak attempt[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…