I concur with Romanticide. Your thoughtful e-mail detailing the precautions you are personally taking for our safety brought tears to men eyes – even the glass one.
How you suffer for your Art, John. We, your Public*, thank you.
*(Nearly typed “Pubic” there – just caught myself in time!)
So, I showed my 12-year-old daughter a zoomed in view of Brian’s grin, and she loved it! It sent her into fantastic giggles. We flipped back through the last few pages of Brian’s flight, and she especially loved Brian’s scratching. But just the whole hairy guy in briefs. Really reaching the next generation!
Too bad his werewolfery is stunted here. Still has the blood lust and exaggerated speed and power. Though were-creatures could turn whenever they wanted to. Just that during full moons is much easier to see them at night.
Why is he wearing underwear? Usually the strip it all off as encumbering to their exertions.
Brian would have been a common enough problem where I grew up in America’s Midwest. Stores and restaurants often had signs that said “no shirt, no shoes, no service.” I just accepted it at the time, not putting it down to werewolves but the concentration of American Primitives wondering around shirtless, barefoot and in need of beer, food and public bathrooms. I have since fled that region.
So Brian usually go around at night wearing only his underwear… ugh! Anyway….LET HIM START THE MASSACRE!!!!
Ooh, this doesn’t bode well….Lol. For a moment I thought that was Tim McGraw at the bar.
Graham McGraw?
That’s a real cuss to McGraw!
Lol. My bad!
Oh that second panel. Oh. Oh lord.
The email that was send for the updates was absoluty beauty.
As someone related to a medical professional: I concur!
Agreed. That e-mail made my morning.
In this unprecedented time, such emails take precedence.
I concur with Romanticide. Your thoughtful e-mail detailing the precautions you are personally taking for our safety brought tears to men eyes – even the glass one.
How you suffer for your Art, John. We, your Public*, thank you.
*(Nearly typed “Pubic” there – just caught myself in time!)
Lupine Stiffy is certainly a contender for any two-word derby
Is that The Master seated at the bar?
No, The Master has a beard. That’s his disappointing son Trevor.
So, I showed my 12-year-old daughter a zoomed in view of Brian’s grin, and she loved it! It sent her into fantastic giggles. We flipped back through the last few pages of Brian’s flight, and she especially loved Brian’s scratching. But just the whole hairy guy in briefs. Really reaching the next generation!
Too bad his werewolfery is stunted here. Still has the blood lust and exaggerated speed and power. Though were-creatures could turn whenever they wanted to. Just that during full moons is much easier to see them at night.
Why is he wearing underwear? Usually the strip it all off as encumbering to their exertions.
He wasn’t wearing it in my original rough drawings. I “made a decision”.
Is Billie driving a Fiat 500?
Yes!
No wonder Brian could outrun it.
That was the “least explodey” car on the market? A Fix It Again Tomorrow?
Billie:”What car says this is the least explodey small hatchback”. That doesn’t have to be actually least exploday, it should just pretend it is…?
I’ve been told new cars today are optimized for cheapest production – meaning: they’re so rotten you might as well buy a fiat.
I chose Billie’s car in Steeple issue 1 by looking for the one that looked most like her face.
You done good. One of the first things I thought when I looked at today’s strip was, “That looks like a car Billie would drive.”
Brian would have been a common enough problem where I grew up in America’s Midwest. Stores and restaurants often had signs that said “no shirt, no shoes, no service.” I just accepted it at the time, not putting it down to werewolves but the concentration of American Primitives wondering around shirtless, barefoot and in need of beer, food and public bathrooms. I have since fled that region.