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I try very hard to keep up with the “new media” trends that were all the rage approximately eight to ten months ago. Having mastered this whole “blogging” thing, I’m now ready to make the leap to podcasts. Blank Label Comics is an independent comics artists collective which produces hilarious and amusing weekly podcast interviews with Internet cartooning luminaries, and they were nice enough to make me their latest audio conquest. So, if you enjoy my writing but always wondered how pinched and nasal my voice sounds, be sure to check out the interview with me. I talk with Dave Kellett (creator of Sheldon) and Kristofer Straub (creator of Starslip Crisis) about blogging, soap opera strips, the state of the modern funny pages, and crystal meth. Quite a lot about crystal meth, actually. Don’t miss it!

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Nothing really inspired me on Sunday … so how about three quickies from today?

Gil Thorp, 11/21/05

Dear Gil Thorp: All is forgiven. Retroactively and in advance. All of it — the bad hair, crappy art, Brent “Rap Dog” — all of the pain has been washed away by this beautiful moment. It may be that the weeks of the Brick House storyline have entirely existed to set up the exchange in panel three here. If that’s the case, I will testify in a court of law that it has not been time wasted.

The Middletons, 11/21/05

Sweet Christ, The Middletons, what sort of sick sadist are you? To portray these noble birds responding to that call for freedom and life that beats within the heart of every living being, making a desperate bid to escape, only to find the gutted, skinned, and cooked corpses of their unfortunate fellows? Oh, the horror! THE HORROR!

Seriously, though, I’m sure looking forward to Thanksgiving this Thursday, ’cause I like me some gravy and some turkey skin. Mmmm… skin. Sorry fellas!

Rex Morgan, M.D., 11/21/05

More proof: you can send a man to med school, but you can’t make him care.

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Family Cirucs, 11/19/05

Billy: Adorable towheaded tyke. Lovable, neighborhood-exploring scamp. Big brother. Son. Christian Scientist?