I fought the dry erase board stand and the dry erase board stand won.

WEREWOLF OF LONDON advert (1935), from Universal Weekly, 20 April 1935.

(autographed) plastic cement shoes

Did I ever predict that, when the resurgence of my Dick Tracy collecting obsession began, said obsession wouldn't feel complete until I owned an autographed Paul Sorvino (RIP) action figure complete with plastic cement shoes? No, no I did not - but here he is.

an unintended benefit of the great silence from the queried collaborative ether

While (one of) the current project(s) was originally intended as a graphic novella, dead air to all of my collaborative emails (this is nothing new: it’s been not the exception but the rule over the last 15 years of efforts to get a comics project off the ground which makes me either a fool or determined – a determined fool, perhaps) has led me to the holy state of "fuck it" and resolving to tell the intended collaboration as a pulpier quick-shot solo story pared down to its most basic, visceral elements: 99.98% that it's all the better for it. Best to get it out and make something than to try otherwise; I'll comfort myself in telling myself that this was the way that it was always meant to be – though the creative heartbreak of my comics hopes remains.

The strangeness of Kenner’s Shadow toy line never ceases to amuse (although the third from the left is a pretty solid figure).