Time to plan the TIT Offensive from HO Chi Minh City.
See I was gonna give that line to Nicky Collision next chapter, but I’m not sure ‘Nam happened in TAZ in the same way? So I’m gritting my teeth and not using it.
See how much I love you?
Time to plan the TIT Offensive from HO Chi Minh City.
See I was gonna give that line to Nicky Collision next chapter, but I’m not sure ‘Nam happened in TAZ in the same way? So I’m gritting my teeth and not using it.
See how much I love you?
Edwardian-era servants, to match the Edwardian-era decor. With a twist, as it were.
I dunno, seems like the Doves would be down, is all.
Anyway, I’ve been reading Liz Suburbia’s Sacred Heart, lately. Have you guys seen this? You should check it out.
Okay. SO.
I get a ton of great art from my readers, and I’ve been meaning to update my fan art section for a while. So, I’m gonna post one piece of fan art every Saturday, until I’ve got it all up, right here on the front page so all you immensely talented bastards can get the attention you deserve.
LET’S GET STARTED.
This Reagan portrait was handed to me by Deanna Echanique at a con, and I love it.
You can read Deanna’s own equally pretty comic, la Macchina Bellica, right here. Dig it, okay? And stay tuned for more TAZ comics Monday. I’m still currently exhibiting at the Phoenix Comicon, but hopefully, I’m workin’ my butt off on the next page.
If I were a whore in Templar, I’d be pretty okay with Orpha watching my back. Which, I suppose, if sort of the point.
ANYWAY. If you can read this, my site updated like it should. Hooray for that, because currently I’m in Phoenix, Arizona, at the Phoenix Comicon! I’ll be sharing a table with Randy Milholland and Danielle Corsetto, and we’ll be doing a panel together, “The Wonderful World of Webcomics,” on Saturday at 1:30!
So come see us and come buy stuff. And, stay tuned for Saturday. I’m gonna try to start something new.
♪♫ I know I can’t slow down, I can’t hold back, tho’ you know, I wish I could… ♫♪
♪ ♫ Oh, there ain’t no rest for the wicked. Money don’t grow on trees… ♫ ♪
Orpha knocks it off with the finishing school crapola and gets to the point.
Orpha stopped being a head cheerleader named Marilyn like 40 years ago, but she never really stopped, you know?
Orpha is that woman who goes to the restaurant and specifically requests tepid sparkling water and then tries to get you fired if the water is warm because waaaarm is NOT tepid, DEAR.
Kinda like Colonial Williamsburg.
Except, you know.
With whores.
I hear little cogs turning in a certain someone’s head.
And that’s the end of that scene. Coming up: Beauty vs. The Revolution.