The Penguin

For all you ten million fans of this blog, who wait upon my every life-giving word with bated breath, as if in anticipation of a coming religious experience, these past weeks (or so) must have been a torment to your shriveled souls. Well, be tormented no longer: I am about to post more of my holy, infallible writ. Nothing much has really been going on this week - at least, artistically. For those of you who know, I have been working on a webcomic as well - called Fight or Flight - and the writers have recently contacted me out of this ephemeral ether we call the "interwebs". So, I'm working on that. It's very slow going. You know how it is: the usual complaints about, "Oh, my classes take a lot out of me", and, "Oh, I just want to come home and relax...and eat a quart of ice cream." (Maybe not the ice cream. There is none in the house at the moment). Fig. 1: His Holiness, the Author, reclining upon his favorite sofa. What's really getting to me