In the hooting menagerie of your typical thread, wisdom is in short supply. Even by these debased standards, the discourse is a shit spigot with the valve snapped off. Post after wriggling post, the mendacity is unrelenting. We're not representing ourselves very well to the universe. In a fantasy I return to often, I'm called before the Zikzak World Eater to make a case for the planet Earth, which they call Kak'rak. After a few moments of consideration, I shrug. A hundred gallons of foul saliva rolls over the slavering jaw, or mandible complex, or whatever passes for a mouth among the Zikzak warrior caste.

This is just a quick heads up that out Juice bringer Knight poster is now available online. Originally the plan was to make this for Sakuracon but the demand for it was pretty crazy so we put some extras in the store.

Downloading weird crap and then devoting an evening or an afternoon to it is something I relish. I have a well-publicized hunger for kimchi games, most of which can entertain for hours (if not days or weeks) before the reality of their business model asserts itself. it was in that vein that we began downloading The Chronicles of Spellborn, and were surprised to learn that - encrusted with a carapace of massmog detritus - a very interesting idea twinkled at its core.

Warren Ellis cooked up a really slick reboot of the G. I. Joe cartoon, which you can watch online.  New episodes tomorrow, I believe.  Episode 8 is really something else.

Lego Rock Band isn't something I understood initially; I needed help to do so.  I like Legos, and I like Rock, and certainly I have no quarrel with bands - even so, I could not perceive their nexus.

It's an undisputed fact that PAX is the greatest video game convention in the entire universe. 

Vin Diesel is a huge nerd apparently, and evidence abounds for this assertion, if the fact that he and his friends remade Conan in outer space was somehow insufficient. Our recent conventions were dense with mortals suggesting Triple X for our D&D party roster, preferably in a striker role, the prospect of which we were delighted by. The reality, perhaps less so.

I did just get back from a little vacation down to Disneyland with my family. I am a huge fan of the place and now that lil' Gabe is almost five, I figured it was time to take him. We stayed at the Disneyland Hotel and decided to eat at a place nearby called Goofy's Kitchen. This is a really cool buffet style restaurant where the Disney characters walk around and interact with the gusts during dinner. When Chip came over to the table Kara wanted to get a picture and I expected the chipmunk to maybe throw an arm around her shoulder. I did not expect him to put both arms around her and pull her into what I thought was a romantic embrace. I said "Hey chip that's my wife man!" He responded by making a loud "Thrbbbbt" sound and hugged her even tighter. It was at this point that I noticed the other diners watching me. I guess someone raising their voice at a beloved character like Chip came as a surprise to them. I backed down and took the picture but kept my eye on him the rest of the night. In the end I'd say the food was awesome, being emasculated by a six foot tall chipmunk was not as awesome.

I have since been told that Chip and Dale are almost always played by women. This has added a new layer to the experience.

People keep sending me links to interviews with Vin Diesel where he talks about his love of D&D. I've watched a few of them and he really does seem to have a passion for the game, or at least he did as a young man. I get the impression that he has not tried 4th edition but I could be wrong. I'm not sure how one goes about getting a hold of Vin Diesel but if you see him could you let him know that Acquisitions Incorporated could really use a rogue.


-Gabe out

When Gabriel related to me the bones of this story, a tale fraught with libertine squirrels, I felt certain there was a comic in there somewhere. We have embellished it somewhat, though not as much as I originally suggested. I won't go into the particulars, except to say that I am perhaps more willing to "interpret" events where my own wife is not physically present.

Ever since we saw the first trailers for Free Realms, we've been simultaneously repulsed and fascinated - our rapid travel between these poles has generated tremendous energy. I received a beta slot in an email yesterday while checking my phone, and cried out in triumph - holding the device aloft like some ancestral blade.

So in the space of one week I did two conventions and made a trip to Disneyland. It's been pretty crazy to say the least. I've slowly been trying to catch up on all my email and I've got a lot of people asking if there is a way to buy prints of the recent CTS storyline. I'm beginning to think that the "Buy a Print" button under each comic might need to be a little bigger.

I could go on at length, as I have previously, but my guess is that you are already familiar with the product.

You have social experiences at conventions that defy description, if not depiction. I've prodded my face in the mirror every day since, cataloguing its manifold horrors, conscious of a writhing where, under optimal circumstances, no writhing should occur.

Here, the conclusion. We hope that you have enjoyed The Seventh Spring, which was apparently about fatherhood?  I try to keep it out of here, but it has a way of bleeding in.

The Seventh Spring continues. I like to write, and do so willingly when I believe it will result in a superior comic. If he's going to turn in work of this sort, however, I think it's best to stay out of his way. These pages would not be improved by my frivolous embroidery.

It's been quite awhile since we investigated the Cardboard Tube Samurai, an oversight we chose to rectify this week. With Gabriel down south this week, steeping his heir in The Cult of the Mouse, it seemed like a well-timed return to the old ways. "The Seventh Spring" runs until Friday. We had a lot of fun doing it.