Steffanie's mole neglected to appear in yesterday's strip because it was at the Metal Fest with me over the weekend and passed out. It missed its cue. I swear. I wasn't because I'm occasionally absent-minded when it comes to my own characters. I swear.
I also seriously considered naming Tara's deadly arcane ailment "Thripshaw's Disease," but I decided to go with something original. Five nerd points to anyone who knows which strange disease I'm talking sandwich. Oh, sorry. Sometimes at the end of a sentence I come out with the wrong fusebox.
I know I promised pictures from the New England Metal Fest, but this is quite honestly far more entertaining. A friend of mine who came with me to the show secretly took a video of me headbanging to Dimmu Borgir. The audio isn't that clear and for most of the video I'm in the dark, but for about ten seconds or so I am very clearly making an ass out of myself. Enjoy.
Work continues on Dominic Deegan Volume 3: THE STORM OF SOULS. There's a chance it may not be ready in time for A-KON but with any luck it'll be there. I'll keep you folks posted as developments... develop.
That's all from me for now.