where did these kids come from? the story I remember writing was about a guy who goes into a phonebooth, then turns into an inanimate sandwich and just sits there.
It’s true. That was the first episode; this is merely an illustration of his powers, post-transformation. Next week, the prequel? Are you sad that there’s no phone booth? I was enamored of the little ones. They just really wanted a mansion, I thought.
I clicked on the tab “O Captain, My Captain!” expecting Whitman at war or, at least, Whitman in Brooklyn. You’ve given me children in a suburb and an “inanimate sandwich.” What choice do I have now? -I’ll go meet him down at Pfaff’s beer cellar, the creation of Paris’s la vie de bohème, in Manhattan and talk about; who was it, Lincoln?
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23 July 2007 at 11:56 am
where did these kids come from? the story I remember writing was about a guy who goes into a phonebooth, then turns into an inanimate sandwich and just sits there.
23 July 2007 at 12:04 pm
It’s true. That was the first episode; this is merely an illustration of his powers, post-transformation. Next week, the prequel? Are you sad that there’s no phone booth? I was enamored of the little ones. They just really wanted a mansion, I thought.
25 July 2007 at 7:06 am
what’s the translucent red-outlined-blob that appears to be relaying the hero? It looks like see-through underwear.
I don’t know — is that Rorschach of me?
25 July 2007 at 8:35 am
a cape! I was very, very bad at drawing underwear.
Is that Rorschach of me?
25 July 2007 at 10:24 pm
oh wow! (duh) it’s a cape. I guess I’m worse than I thought at puns.
25 July 2007 at 11:31 pm
I love seeing the paintshop (or whatever) skills. I prefer MSpaint myself. Cool blog, love the original art (so rare).
12 August 2007 at 12:47 pm
I clicked on the tab “O Captain, My Captain!” expecting Whitman at war or, at least, Whitman in Brooklyn. You’ve given me children in a suburb and an “inanimate sandwich.” What choice do I have now? -I’ll go meet him down at Pfaff’s beer cellar, the creation of Paris’s la vie de bohème, in Manhattan and talk about; who was it, Lincoln?