Suggested bloody pairing: sangria.

 

Yeah, you read that bloody pairing right: I’m changing my post-colon format back to a lowercase letter following a colon. The Chicago Manual only says to be consistent in this regard, so my uppercase choice wasn’t heretical; however, my tastes have changed, and I’m going back to the mainstream preference for the little guy. So from now on, lowercase is consistent. Take that, The Actual Text!

Also, I’ll be out of the country this week having a damb (like lamb cursed to hell) honeymoon. That means no drawing, which means YOU have to make comics to keep us entertained.

Yes, it’s WYOMING V. (If you don’t know, that stands for Write Your Own Mountain-Inspired Narrative Graphic. Five.) Put in your own words, and then send it to isto at mountain comics dot com.

I’m sorry I didn’t have time to draw a new WYOMING, but more than that, I’m not. A lot of life is happening now, y’know? I’ve gotta buy sunscreen and shit. I’m a redhead living in Portland in January. I get sunburn from a 100 watt bulb.

The grocery store sells bread according to lightness. They’ve got rye, wheat, white, and me.

If I hear someone yell, “KILL WHITEY,” I don’t worry. But if they ever yell, “KILL TRANSPARENTY,” well…

When sunlight hits a traditional vampire, they turn to dust. When sunlight hits a Twilight vampire, they sparkle. When sunlight hit me, I learned about the solar system. Why am I right next to a star?!

Try the veal! Tip your waitress!