And this time I mean it

I know, I know - it seems as if I've had one excuse after another for the meager updates lately, but seriously, guys, in a couple of days we'll be BACK TO REGULAR POSTING.

Honest. Swear to the Big G and everything.

And I really do feel bad about it. In my mind it's as if Perry White himself is chewing me out - a-just like this:

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter: A totally different person

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter: Such a smart boy

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter: Ditto!

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter: Shorthand

Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter: 10 easy lessons

And knowing is half the battle

Just in case you ever find yourself in Providence, R.I., and you happen to find a place with "Comics" in the actual name of the business — IT'S A LIE. Seriously, it's like a Spenser's, a Hot Topic and an FYE had some sort of bizarre three-way and gave birth to this "comic book" store.

If you're looking for CDs, DVDs, posters, tchotchkes, T-shirts, toys, backpacks or magnets for this guy, you'll be in the right place — otherwise, nose around in a lonely corner of the store and you'll be lucky to find a teeny-tiny selection from the week's comics. But probably not the one you're looking for.

And now you know.


I prove things ... with maths!

Image ganked from here (which I'm sure was ripped from somewhere else).

Bending time and space

Beginning tomorrow, I'll be following the sweet siren call of cooler weather and infinite insanity as I take a trip to the wilds of Providence, R.I., home of Nibbles Woodaway and the grave of H.P. Lovecraft. As you might imagine, I can hardly wait!

The laptop will more than likely be making the trip, too, and I'm planning to update as regularly as I can — though that's always a dicey proposition. At the very least you might be treated to completely random photos from the road.

As always, thanks for your patience — see you in the dread airport bar of madness!


Panel from Cthulhu Tales #10
Jeff Lester, writer; Chee, artist

We got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes ...

As a certain red-headed stranger once said, I'm on the road again, but this time I'm planning on updating as regularly as I can.

No, seriously.

In the meantime, me and the hard-travelin' heroes can also be friended on Facebook and followed on Twitter — it's all the rambling you can handle!

Between here and there

I'll be on the road most of today, but regular posting will pick up again tomorrow. So it's a date? Awesome!

As usual, whenever we here at GCP HQ are gearing up for a road trip, we like to remember the words of that highway philosopher and asphalt poet ... Mr. Oliver Queen:


You said it, Ollie ... you said it.

Back tomorrow, kids!

Note from the wilderness

Have left on unexpected trip STOP

Only dial-up available at present STOP

Will post when civilization is found STOP

(Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!)

And Now, This Message

Earlier today my wife and I got on a plane in Austin, Texas, and a few hours later we were in Taos, N.M., where we'll be for the next five days. I'm going to do my best to avoid it, but posting might be even spottier than usual until I get back to home base.

In the meantime, let's keep in mind what travelin' man Oliver Queen has to say about hitting the road.


You just know Ollie has a "Gas, Grass or Ass" bumper sticker on that truck.