This story first appeared in the New Yorker in January 24, 1931. I have mentioned James Thurber here before, specifically my theory that he’s what Franz Kafka would have been had Franz Kafka been a gentile from Columbus, Ohio, rather than[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This is the first four verses of 2 Samuel 12, wherein the prophet Nathan gives King David the business. I like this parable; it’s short and savage and has a lot of applications. Don’t be the person who takes a[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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I forgot to mention this last week when I told you to validate my existence, but if you wait until October 1 to validate my existence, you can get a physical copy of Wyngraf 4 that you can hold in your[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This is one of those comics that’s a response to a specific thing I noticed that may or may not stick in anyone else’s craw, which means I don’t know if anyone else will understand what I’m getting at. In[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Next week: Preflight your horse with Bellerophon!
Kafka the person, and especially Kafka the person in relation to his father, Hermann, will never not make me laugh. This comic refers to Franz’s assertion in the piece usually called “Letter to His Father” (Brief an den Vater) that[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Editing high fantasy is hard largely because of the names, which are hard to keep track of and put me to sleep.
Jean-Paul Sartre had a wandering eye, like literally, so I initially drew his eyes pointing in different directions, but that didn’t work. Someone who could actually draw could probably make it work, but I am not that person.
It’s been a little under two years since we last saw Frank. He benefits from my general inability to draw in that his hair keeps changing size and that seems fitting. It’s quite large here. Maybe it’s a mating display.