I’ve been on my ass with a fever, etc., for most of this week, and was under the impression I was gonna fall back on a gracious guest comic from my talented former partner-in-crime, Mr. Sef Joosten, but he appears to have fallen off the earf. So tomorrow I will make it up to you. Somehow.
You wield guilt like somebody’s mom, Mr. Dayton, sir. I’m compelled to do this crap forever, now.
No, it’s awesome being subsidized, but seriously: the rest of you need to follow this man’s example. If it weren’t tacky I’d shame you all into action with figures.
It was never a formally enacted practice that I thank donations with art, but it’s kind of become custom to honor the substantial ones with a cursory scribble. Going forward, if you’re donating to Hell’s Corners and have something in particular you’d like to see, feel free to strap a note to the greazy, crumpled bills lest you end up like poor JB.
Oh, and FireSight: when the collected Cantos I through IV TPB is finally compiled you are totally getting a free advance copy and I am going to scribble cursorily in that.
In an effort to make the recently-returned Spatula Messiah feel at home, there will be no comic this week.
Actually I just didn’t quite finish it in time, and decided to save it for next week and get myself something of a buffer for the week of the 31st, when I’m almost sure I won’t have time to draw a comic. Basically I’m electing to cheat you now rather than later.