I got a bit excited this afternoon and produced a Grammar Nerd Corrective Label Pack, available for purchase in the Temple of Commerce.
For a low introductory price of $3, you can now pedantically correct your neighborhood signage!
I’m a bit low on funds these days – several of my freelance pay-the-rent clients are behind in paying me, as is the current recession fashion. So it goes! I am prepared for it, but every little bit that readers contribute is appreciated.
Thanks to all of you who’ve helped support me these last few months. It’s fun to come up with stuff that I think will amuse you. Or that will tap into your deep, pesky rage.
This should answer – or start to answer – some of the questions last week might have presented. And next week will help even more. And by the time this chapter ends, you will have more questions than ever.
Now, since it is quarter to 2 in the morning, I am going to go the heck to bed. And I will see you all in the morning. The real morning. Not this silly pre-dawn business that I’ve been seeing too much of lately.
Further Instructions.
Come, my songs, let us express our baser passions.
Let us express our envy for the man with a steady job and no worry about the future.
You are very idle, my songs,
I fear you will come to a bad end.
You stand about the streets, You loiter at the corners and bus-stops,
You do next to nothing at all.
You do not even express our inner nobilitys,
You will come to a very bad end.
And I? I have gone half-cracked.
I have talked to you so much that I almost see you about me,
Insolent little beasts! Shameless! Devoid of clothing!
But you, newest song of the lot,
You are not old enough to have done much mischief.
I will get you a green coat out of China
With dragons
worked upon it.
I will get you the scarlet silk trousers
From the statue of the infant Christ at Santa Maria Novella;
Lest they say we are lacking in taste,
Or that there is no caste in this family.
Ezra Pound
Well, I could’ve sworn up and down that I was going to miss Wednesday again, but apparently the update elves were on my side this time.
Does everybody remember the wolf statues all over town? No? That’s okay, it was two years (and 76 pages) ago.
There’s something very spiritual about putting together a wordless page; they’re one of the reasons why I enjoy telling stories through comics (beyond the fact that I get to write and draw).
Next week, if I don’t get too bogged down in rent-paying endeavors: more silence! So much silence! Enough to fill a whole medieval town after dark…
Happy Bastille Day, gang!
Celebrate by swinging by the store and purchasing your very own sluttypants lineup of revolutionaries!
Or you could organize a mob and storm a prison containing only a half dozen rather well-treated white collar criminals and a couple of psychotics and aristocratic perverts. Hey, if you do anything as productive as writing the Declaration of the Rights of Man afterwards, we’ll call it a win.
One of my favorite forgotten underlying causes of the French Revolution; financial stress caused by the military expense of saving our punk little revolutionary butts over here in America. Yes, without the support of poor King Louis XVI, we Yanks would be spelling ‘honor’ with a u and paying for things with currency depicting the Queen’s corgis instead of mystical freedom pyramids.
So, my fellow Americans, any time some bellicose fellow says something rash about the French in your presence, gently remind him that France took it in the teeth for us back in 1776, which in turn sparked off the upheaval of the revolution, which eventually gave rise to European nationalism, from whence came those pesky World Wars. Then prepare to run, very quickly.
In the meantime, raise a glass, tear open a baguette, and buy a print, mordi!