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A Blossoming Biffleship.

Yup, it's pretty much proof of the second coming. Or something otherwise fantastic & (probably) inevitable.

Parker and I are starting a comic together.

Obviously, it's about us biffles and our biffling and our forever weird/fabulous biffleship. There's one where I nerd out about Doctor Who (like, I even name the Novikov Self-Consistency principle...) while Parker fails at paying attention utterly. (That one has some really sweet references to one of my favorite Radiohead songs, too. If I do say so myself.) Another brings up one of my favorite of our inside jokes--"ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT!?". The third's pretty simple--Parker's recently discovered the phrase "anal fisting" makes me squeal in eeeewness.


What's funny is for once I'm not the slacker/lame-ass slowpoke. I've written three scripts so far, and now I'm just waiting for him to actually draw them.

In his defense, I've loved his concept doodlings so far. He has this great one of my "muppet face" that made me giggle a little inside.

We still need a title. My personal vote is still for HOMO MOHO or some such. Suggestions welcome.
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