It’s October, folks, which means we can all do the things we think about doing all year but aren’t allowed to because of the October-negative strictures of society! I’m going to draw a bunch of Halloween-themed comics: jack-o-lanterns, costumes, jump scares, the works. (I haven’t figured out how to put a jump scare into a comic yet, but we’ll get there.)

For my entire life anytime I complain about anything my mother responds with some newly acquired anecdote about someone who has it harder. I first noticed the pattern in college after I griped about a roommate and she told me about a boy born without hands who had taught himself to paint by holding a paintbrush between his teeth. 

It’s true: J.D. Salinger did continue to write from 1965, when his work last appeared, to his death in 2010.

Announcing the publishing event of the decade….

I think I’m going to get to a point where my comics become so absurd that nothing makes sense anymore. Just going to let the whole thing devolve into weirdness.

“Come to my chambers,” said Xara, the 2,000-year-old temptress empress to intrepid explorer Maximilian Wolfsburg over the sounds of advancing troops. “I wish to know more of what you call pasta.”