There is a review of our site over at Comixpedia. I have no material complaints with it, and they were kind - perhaps almost deferent - to what we try to accomplish. I don't know how to feel about the position we occupy in the context of Webcomics, I honestly try not to think about it. The one thing I do know, we could kill another webcomic creator in cold blood and get away with it.

Where I was initially resolved to merely tolerate the Van Helsing trailer, the two hundred subsequent viewings have warmed me to it considerably. Using crosses as weapons is not only reverent, it's awesome. Van Helsing is demonstrably a bad-ass, even loose coalitions of superheroes and satellites are no match for him under theoretical conditions. Though, I will concede that the inclusion of absolutely every monster ever does gild the lily a bit.

I wonder if it’s harder for Tycho to write is news post now, knowing that the son of Jack and Beverly Crusher apparently reads the page regularly. Wesley has made mention of us no less than three times that I am aware of, most recently to comment on our Child’s Play endeavor. It’s just cool to think about him out there on the planet Dorvan V, living with a tribe of American Indians under Cardassian jurisdiction and still finding the time to read PA.

I know I should just ignore him, but it’s hard! He’s so fucking crazy!

Apparently someone said a bad word. Someone did not think of the children, as we are often exhorted to do because they are defenseless human larvae. For our part, we have no authority to discuss coarse language as a social ill. It has been so long since we could genuinely discern profanity from the mass of other words we employ that we're the last people you should ask whether or not a particular word will plant a demon seed in our young.

While I certainly appreciate the passage of the CAN-SPAM Act, and think the people behind it must have been very clever indeed to produce such a name, it is a shame this cleverness was not invested in perhaps a superior bill that would accomplish something akin to its stated aim. There are certainly tools (or combinations thereof) which the desperate user may stack atop one another to form a bulwark - but I had that stuff before legislators pretended to care about unsolicited e-mail. Legally, what we need is something mad stringent - something to make those motherfuckers hoof it door to door if they want to talk to me about my dick so bad. Of course, any discussion of Spam must necessarily include Brad's Outside The Inbox compilation. Also, Monty Python. I'm just covering all the bases, I don't want that Monty Python fan writing me that letter in all caps.

If you are wondering why I have not posted much as of late I can finally show you why.

Remember that scene in the Bourne Identity where Matt Damon is running up the stairs in the US embassy and there is that dude at the top and Matt sucker punches him square in the stones? That’s what Sonic Heroes is like. It’s a hard jab right to your Chao farm.

It's available now, if you're into that.

It became clear as we were writing the strip that it could not really capture what we were trying to say regarding Sonic Heroes, and that another method might need to be employed toward that end. Eventually, we settled on "language" as a means of communicating ideas.

Top Spin is pretty great, I don't know if you've played it. Gabriel tells me that - outside the inevitable domestic arguments - it's also highly amusing online. Two things about it you need to know, really.

It was a montage of scenes just like the end of the new Return of the Jedi. All the races of the galaxy celebrated in culturally appropriate ways when they heard that Garfield had been pulled from the LA Times. It's hard not to get caught up in the energy of the moment, but it's more than likely just comics page deck-shuffling, so "the revolution" is probably not coming anytime soon. This leaves me with bushels of unfulfilled fantasies. Huge orange cat statues hauled off their pedestals by tanks. Every Jim Davis in every wrinkle of every dimension dragged gasping to the bottom of the ocean.

Gabe's computer was powerful fucked up, and with the freak snowfall we had I couldn't get over there - so if you see only pencils and not newfangled hues, that's the reason. Point is, we play Mario Kart as much as possible. You might actually know the guy who bailed on me - Zach Stroum, a.k.a. Durandal, who does Shaw Island and American Animetion. I was, however, able to pull in an alternate - and the ensuing ruckus cemented my belief that we had chosen our number six game in wisdom.

The final pictures from the Child's Play thing are now available, in case your cockles need warming.

It just seemed like it was about time to bring him back - we've been working on a lot of longer form projects lately, and I guess it sort of bled over. We still have that Penny Arcade animated series pilot laying around, if Gabe is open to working with this kind of screen real estate maybe I can get him into it. I also have a script for a story that takes place in a wild west version of the Jewish holy book, the Torah.

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