It's all true. I showed it to Gabriel, against my own better judgement, who quickly made it his wallpaper. Shortly thereafter he brought in several unauthorized "consultants" from the office to determine her identity (the results weren't good) and I've seen a couple home screens now which also feature the image in question.  So... I guess that's cool.  

I mentioned it before, but we are starving for data.  Well, maybe not starving, because we have a lot.  But we want more!  If you have any evocative footwear revelations, check our project out on the Facebooks or send us the emails to that effect. 

Do you want more Ledo?  How about Ix?  Well, you can get your fill of both in Episode 2.  

Gabriel's World of Warcraft account got hacked, which (as a practical matter) means that this guild got hacked, and the deep vault of its guild bank tranched, and his character left to shiver nude in some digital hedge. Panel One was a literal conversation, and it's a little spooky to think of some malevolent force in control of your character. I'm talking about something separate from the acts they commit, which tend toward the upper bound of nefarious.  I mean that, for anyone else logged on, it was Gabe.  Did they greet this monster?

Sorry for the delay but I have finally chosen this year's Dickerdoodle winners. After sorting through hundreds of entries I believe this is my favorite:

So, provided that you hold assertions A and B to be true, where A and B equal

Here it is, the last chunk of Episode 3 - Chapter Twenty-Two, Epilogue For A Universe.  I'm very sad to be done with it.  But I'm not done fully: I'm going to do a Director's Cut, replete with notes and so forth, and more to read.  But I'm going to let it rest for a little bit, and come back to it.

I want to emphasize that when you lay eyes on the entity in today's strip, really take him in, that he is a real person and we are not making him up. This is a documentary! This is like Mutual of Omaha, but with polyhedrons.

It was only up for a few hours before the site updates with the new post, so I should mention that Chapter Twenty went up.  And then, because I couldn't wait to write it, Chapter Twenty-One is also available.  

Robert asked me if I wanted some shoes, and I said yes - then, things got complicated.

There's a shop Gabriel frequents for his tabletop needs, even though... well, we'll go into it.

More Precipice again: this time, it's Chapter Twenty. 

We're staunch enthusiasts of Chair's Infinity Blade, by which I mean Infinity Blade. It's almost ridiculously suited "for mobile," equally friendly to the person who has a spare moment and the person who will see the God King slain at any cost. As I suggested previously, it even has a lithe narrative cinch that just flat out works.

I hope that someday, when people describe a personal arc studded with hubris (and, potentially, taut pustules) they will describe it as crunchnerian.

The bleak saga of Dr. Jacob Crunchner continues, and if I had to guess, I would say that there is probably one more strip to wring out of it conceptually. Another way of saying that is to establish that the sort of people who use words like drinkify and snackify without irony deserve to be kicked again, preferably until they stop getting up.

Is now awailable.