That’s only a partial truth. I may have again convinced Will of the nuanced benefits of collaborating with me, but his dedication to stupid English learnin’ is preventing him from drawing how he used to. If we can write more comics like this, in which he can exercise his lazy muscles and blatantly recycle panels, I just might be able to goad him into birthing a couple more.
There are so many blog tangents I would take if my writing chops were warmed up. Marlon Brando standing up for Native Americans. The ambiguity of the term “black comedy.” Us conflating the Oscars and the Golden Globes by nonsensically clustering comedies and musicals. Etc etc.
Instead, I cross my fingers and hope Will will grant me more opportunities to speak from this prominence. And that you will recall your former affections and grant us your eyes and your clicks.
I missed you, truly,