Sometimes we swap who has the experience in real life for who has it in the strip, sometimes so one of us doesn't get in trouble with Kara, and sometimes because each of the strip's primary participants - the pieces Gabriel and I move around tactically in the comic - has access to different words and tones. Gabriel could deliver a similar sentiment to Wednesday's first panel, perhaps, but it got a strong assist from baroque language and a whiff of ancient mystery. In the case of today's offering, it's actually my neighbor - but Gabriel's exasperation made it more fun in our opinion.

I have a very weird memory, or… I mean shit, I don't know. Let me tell you how it works and you tell me if it's weird. My memories go back very far and include a full sensorium. When I was two years old I got out of our apartment and tried to cross the street in front of our house. I can be there anytime I want! I don't really want to, though. My earliest memories are strange because everyone is so big. My grudges are, as a result, legendary - the crime was always five seconds ago. So, I can get older, but I have all these save points where I have varying levels of experience. I hope it doesn't make me more vulnerable to nostalgia, but when do I ever get what I want?!?

This is just one last reminder that the 22nd annual Child’s Play auction and dinner is coming up next week on December 5th. Jerry and I will be your hosts for the evening and we hope you will join us to support the Child's Play mission of helping kids all over the world through the power of play. You can get your tickets right here!

-Gabe Out

20 years ago Harlan Ellison said I was "a superannuated teen-age golem with a slack jaw, a slow manner, a typical pointless surliness at a world unwilling or unable to accept him as Superlative, and on sum a twerp easy to dismiss" and I am still very proud of that.

Here's "The Story".

-Gabe Out

Part of being a core demo means being catered to by a variety of products and services - trinkets and baubles, lotions and potions, slakes for mortal lusts. Mork and I had a run-in with Candles For Men, back when someone recognized that men also have noses and thus might be addressable by olfactory weaponry. At the show, Gabriel was sold a candle not as a man - a state we match only the most rudimentary distinctions of - but as an adventurer, perhaps the only state to which we are less entitled to. Alas! No law may bind him; he is fifty to seventy percent beast.

There are a few things I am an absolute sucker for, just suckin' like crazy, and one of them is dice.  Or, several of them I guess.  It depends on how granular we're being. I thought that I was in remission, but here at PAX I've been thrust into the fire like a hot poker - a hot poker that for some inexplicable  reason wants to buy dice.

We like to write science fiction thinly disguised as industry commentary, or vice versa, and we also really like Antiques Roadshow. This sturdy triangle offered unprecedented strip opportunities, the kind that leave precedented strip opportunities in the dust.  This, I thought. This is how we drive brand loyalty and earn share in crowded marketplace.