Speaking of Splinter Cell:PT. Page seven of our sixteen page comic book is now online. This is actually one of my favorite pages of the entire book. Am I allowed to say that without sounding like an asshole?

Heren Istarion, the New York Tolkien Society, is holding their traditional Ringbearer's Day at Marymount Manhattan College where you can absolutely geek out and nobody can say boo about it. Look at some of this stuff that's going on, it might be for you.

I've gotten some mail from people asking if the shadownet spies in the multiplayer portion of

The ersatz Reader Appreciation Month continues, apparently, with the return of

It was a very good thing we all did, it's true.

So many people begged for a larger version of the last panel in Friday's comic that I had no choice but to deliver one.

Today's strip concerning Div's "peripherals" really just scratches the surface.

If you would like to read The Corpse without sullying your computer at Playboy dot com, this comic is being made available for super cheap as a 25c (in some places, free) comic you can just pick up at many comic shops. Shit, if you want tons and tons of Hellboy stuff, click here. It's not naughty, and it's packed to the gills.

One of the questions humans frequently ask is "when will the Fruit Fucker Two-Thousand return stateside," a question answered in the crossover with Elf Only Inn. The reality, however, is that anyone with a telephone can order one - it's a commercial product which occupies shelf upon shelf of hermetically sealed warehouse space. In fact, last I heard anyway, they were planning on doing one specifically suited to agribusiness.

Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow
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I had no idea revolting continuity would emerge from the last strip, but continuity makes a shrewd opponent. We found ourselves so curious about Brian, however, that we simply wanted more. When you see his mismatched furs in the moonlight, his strangled expression, and this is to say nothing of his vicious bear, you may find yourself craving him as well.

It's true that I really enjoy playing my new Warlock character. I'd say my favorite thing to do right now is drain the souls from my enemies, shaping the remnants of their sprit into a small jewel that I can then use later to summon forth unspeakable evils or just make a snack that will give me back all my health.

I'm punch-drunk, stupid, and stumbling from a succession of punishing blows, strikes administered with precision by a weekend solid with electronic amusements. It's true that our incorporation into the World of Warcraft beta - which we've now learned will likely gestate beyond the five month period - has created new tensions inside our Inbox. The usual dark themes make an appearance: our deep collusion with Blizzard, the result of having been anointed with evil oils of nebulous manufacture, has done this or that and now we are incapable of providing genuine coverage of the game. I suppose that given the opportunity, they would turn down a beta spot based on some heretofore unuttered moral code. What I should do at any given moment has always been shrouded is mystery, I do so enjoy these communiques from ethical paragons.

Linguaphiles, start your engines.

Man, don't tell me this stuff right now. I had basically broken up with the phone, and now you're telling me that the phone wants to get back together.

Many of you have probably already obtained a copy of Splinter Cell: Pandora Tomorrow, in fact, you might have even locked up your console with its overlooked game browser crash bug! Creating games and then using invites to fill them up can skirt you around the issue, but it's a shame that a game that shows so much polish in other respects runs aground on something so fundamental. How did it happen? Well, that's something we've thought about.