Good morning, 2009.

You’re on probation.

(Hi, everybody. I have this week’s pages. They are nice. See you Friday! Update: expect pages ’round mid-day)

Hey, guys! Me again! Still here!

As Braden noted just now, I’m a somewhat extreme amount of behind at the moment. Between the end of the semester and the overwhelming work schedule of A Certain Lady (who is working extended mall hours, often thirteen of them in a row [and I am the dude with the car]), I got swamped. It seemed kinda silly to skip this week and then post the day after Christmas, so we’re gonna hunker down and not look up from the screen until January.

On the up-side, I just finished the last paper of my college career (barring catastrophe) so I can start breathing and sleeping again, which will absolutely improve the quality of my writing and lettering, and also I may start responding to emails again (hi, guys who emailed me! I am not ignoring you! I’m just not coherent!), and also also prep the forums for launch (hi, Aya! Almost ready!).

Meanwhile, absolutely go look at the issue one cover Braden just posted, it’s gorgeous. Tune in next week for the Boxing Day Secret!

-V.

P.S. Let’s also thank Webmaster Josh for adding blog icons so you can tell us apart! I’m Guybrush!

P.P.S. “Hunker” is a funny word. Whenever I type it, I feel like I’m gonna get a notice from the FCC. Hunker. Hunker.

Hunker.

Hi, folks. Braden here.

Vin’s taking a break to catch up on things. No comic until January 3. This week, check out the new cover I made for Chapter One. Also, we’ll have a special present for you on Boxing Day.

I am not making up any of the following weirdly inappropriate holiday gift items:

Item: Twelve-inch silver glitter Jesus. Fairly detailed. Is also a bank.

Item: Virgin Mary shower jelly. I’m not even sure what shower jelly is, let alone how it relates to a woman who lived nearly two millenia before the advent of indoor plumbing. It certainly isn’t a phrase that screams “chaste holiness”.

Item: this monstrosity:

This Victoria’s Secret-style reindeer (not found at Victoria’s Secret! Found in a book store!) honestly gives me the willies, and not in a pleasant way. The camera does not convey the faux-velvet texture or the a-little-too-loving attention the sculptor gave to its strangely supple-looking musculature. A Certain Lady felt compelled to bring it home. It worries me*.

Anyway, there’s no comic news in this post, but as we celebrate this season of love, joy, and family, I feel the need to share with all of you just a little bit of my pain. You are all very special to me.

(* There is also one in black and silver, uh, for you Raiders fans, I guess.)

I like making beef stew. It makes the kitchen feel very homely, with the big pot on the stove, slowly bubbling, and the scent of onions and garlic, oregano and wine (I use wine, and also Guinness if we’ve got some). Plus it’s hard to screw up. The worst that can happen is you end up with beef soup instead, and how bad can that be, right?

(Parenthetical to Braden: hey, you remember that time we tried to make beef stew and got soup instead? And it was okay, but there was waaaay too much, and it sat in the fridge for too many days and became completely disgusting?)

(Okay, I guess you CAN screw it up pretty bad if you’re not paying attention.)

Sorry, what was I talking about? Oh yeah! I just got the issue two cover from Braden, so we’ll be posting it on Friday! Then just one week ’til chapter two begins in earnest! I’m liking how chapter two is coming out, a little peppier than chapter one. I think you’ll like it. (Yes, I know this has nothing to do with beef stew. I just like sharing with you guys sometimes.)

-V.