Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Attention loom.

The Politics of Forgetting.

Quisquiliæ.

Regrets: I regret leaving out Sara’s point from that “Comics Are Not Literature” panel about prose making you forget the black marks on the white paper, and Douglas’s complement that comics make you all too aware of these specific marks made by this specific person, and what that says about rough and smooth; I can’t believe I didn’t tie up the dangling loose end of “pretty much is good enough”; I wish I’d gone ahead and attacked the name of “graphic novel,” which is one of the main reasons why we’re all so het up about literature and not so much worried about art. (Aht?) There’s some nice comments over at the Valve, and I hope I wasn’t the last one in the pool. —Mostly I wish I hadn’t utterly missed the obvious joke of Canon and Continuity.

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Name-plates.

Daughters of Darkness.

White apron.

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