that guy’s probably my age now Honestly, I feel like “I worked at a secret paramilitary anti-alien task force for a few years after being literally bred for combat” might knock out a few prerequisites, I dunno. And, like, this […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I enjoy these strips where the supernatural happenstance of Sal’s experiences butts heads with the mundane.
Sal, Joyce asked you that question back in her apartment. I don’t think she can hear your answer out here on the rooftops.
Is that a cloud of dust through the doorframe behind Joyce, or just badly-scribbled closet stuffs? In other words, did Sal burst through another door? I don’t know, don’t remember.
SAL YOU GOTTA GIVE TWO WEEKS NOTICE!!!!
Been writing Dumbing of Age for so long that the idea of Jason/Marcie is just…. what? WHAT? no. No. No. Also, dang, Jason, when this whole post-IW! stuff started, you went on about how you were doing this smartly and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That’s a shitty-ass Christmas gift, Jason. well okay maybe it’s booze that might make it better, if a bit dark, considering
Hey, Walky’s carrying that box right-side up! That’s not how the mythos gag works!!!
“Sal works at a space theme restaurant where all her coworkers are Aliens in disguise” is a setting I wish I’d squeezed more out of.
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