First, the strip:

With Friends Like These... #49: Unholy Alliance.Second, the footnotes ( Read more... )

Me: Do I stay up late to watch the new Who?
Brooke: Then you regret it tomorrow, but not very hard.
Chris: Brooke is wise.

(The wonder of the Internet makes it look like the three of us had this conversation, when it was really me talking to each in turn.)

Having done this thing, I REGRET NOTHING.

Also, BURNINATION!

That is all.

My two 'gosh I have beautifully cruel proofreaders' gems for today come from Brooke, who clearly enjoys watching me squirm ( Read more... )

Despite waking up roughly every ninety minutes for the entire night -- which always results in my head being filled with fragments of dreams, like some weird new sort of confetti -- I am disturbingly not tired this morning. I won't say I'm the queen of pep and perk or anything silly like that, but I'm definitely among the living, and may even ( Read more... )

The single best editorial comment to come from the current round of Rosemary and Rue rewrites is...

"I can't believe you just left me with a cliffhanger with an actual CLIFF."

...I love Brooke.

To say that last night's dreams were disjointed is to give them slightly more credit than they actually deserve. The fact that a Great White shark marooned in a sunken living room was a major plot point should really indicate this much more clearly than simple words. Why do I think my dreams were weird last night? Giant. Living room. Shark. ( Read more... )

This past weekend, Brooke (hsifyppah) and I spent a great deal more time together than we have previously. As a consequence, a) you're all going to die, b) no, really, I mean that, and c) we've determined that one of us probably grew the other in a vat. A big vat. Full of orange slime. Glowing orange slime that eats your flesh. Except when it's ( Read more... )