Y'all may have wondered where the title of this lame excuse for a blog came from? (Or, far more likely, no one gives a crap.) Anyways, once upon a distant time I had this grand idea for a bunch of secret agent stories... which as usual came to not very much, what with my butterfly attention span a.k.a. Shiny Object Distraction Syndrome a.k.a. SODS law. But suddenly I had a rare moment of focus over the weekend (clunk! ow!) and this odd little spin-off from the original ideas came into being:
(You're supposed to click on the button!)
I was kinda hoping this might pop the cork that's blocked the mighty dam and get me typing again, but not yet, not yet... the world must be denied my genius* for a while longer, it seems.
*apply salt to taste
4 comments:
I love your blog! Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for stopping by to say so, much appreciated. :)
I'm really enjoying this new comic.
One question: did Thrash actually kill the elevator man in cold blood? I think he must have done, but his subsequent behaviour seems to go against that, so I'm questioning what I saw. :) It's got me wondering if he's some dastardly double agent or not. I must know!
Do your worst, you fiend, I'll never talk!
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