Not really allowed to talk about this one either, but this time I feel like a co-conspirator, at least, instead of a sacrificial lamb.
it's also only 10 minutes from home, 2 minutes from my comic book shop of choice, and I make pretty cool stuff.
tonight's safety phrase that pays for days through the haze of a maze called malaise: "Dish Sponge."
quote it to the nearest ungulate, and see if they're in on it, too.
