The Nightmare Before Christmas
We wrote the strip after Gabe told me about the plan they had going at their house, which was to have their youngest Noah get nestled in his Drift getup and Trick-Or-Treat from room to room in the house, which is genuinely sweet. It's certainly more than we've put forward. It may have changed recently, but last time I checked the plan was just to eat a lot of candy. More than usual.
When stuff is kinda going, or makes sense, there's holidays that come through which feel like burdens almost. Some families make them so: I've had to take a nap at some of Brenna's family rituals, half-way through. But there's certainly an obligation associated with them in any event. At least for me it took a plague purpose-built to tatter social space to show me what they're even for. Not celebration as bacchanal, but as a strategy for surviving the rest of it. As a bulwark for the fucking Evernight. That a single phenomenon has both revealed these contours and made them impossible to execute is the kind of amateur, Intro To Irony dogshit this year continues to be a source of.
Know this: at around 11am PDT today, I'll be joined on the stream by our Technomancer Mike Buland and The Notorious EJB to delve too greedily and too deep in Ghost Ship's Deep Rock Galactic, whose tender free update drops in just three days. This is merely the preface to the next part, which is to say that Edge Benson and I will reprise our roles as proprietors of Twitch's brewing show, Acquisitions Intoxicated. Tomorrow at noon, on a Tuesday - our classic stomping grounds - we'll approach Deep Rock Galactic with our traditional reverence, and take a crack at whipping up one of the Specials from the Abyss Bar. Stop by!