Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Afro-American martial artists.

Lovers.

Walks in Portland.

Jason Arday.

Kolkata.

For Phantom Girl, Herbie the The Fat Fury, Angle Man, Cottonmouth, and the Woodgod? For Paste-Pot-Pete, the Inferior Five, the 3-D Man, and Squirrel Girl?

The Beat points us to a harrowing, engrossing, theoretical story of a life in comics, and the (theoretical) walking away therefrom. It went up over the past couple of weeks, so bear with Blogger’s bog-standard crap navigation, start at the very bottom of that November 2006 page with “Goodbye to Comics #0: What The Hell Happened To Your Blog?” and work your way up, post by post. I’ll go set up a pot of coffee while you read.

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Spider-Dress.

Meta.

Cæsar wept.

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