One of many reasons I’ve opted out of in-laws: they seem to expect some sort of excruciatingly embarrassing task you are in no way cut out for. Trust in Mark to do the right thing. (On the word “clove-hitch.”  Oh! what magic can be woven between the two inseparable lovers, ignorance and the internet.)

So we’ve got a new schedule over here at Incompletes. A schedule that will hopefully rock your comic cortex. Here goes.

Monday – Mark and Christian. Watch as the adventurer’s lives unravel tragically and hilariously before your very eyes!

Wednesday – Blog . . . er, you know, starting next Wednesday. Apologies to our four readers for being late this week.

Friday – Rez Sick. With a stroke of Murky’s mighty pen, Willow is fallen.

Here I am, returned to what feels like a temple and sushi-starved land. After wading through Atlanta, Georgia, a sea of fat and loud, I managed to make it back to Utah.

There was an event with bagpipes, boutonnieres, and the husk of a man who was familiar but altogether not the person I knew.

I’ve drifted through the land of the setting sun in a self-diagnosed mix of tired, depressed, and hay-feverish jetlag.  I managed to make it to Mark’s home, where he’d crafted a dungeon all his own, inhabited by a small blond child who dual wields plastic knives as though it was an ability that came with her Sorenson class.

Mark beams pride, as well he should.

The important thing though, is that the invisible current of toothed things, and the lurking assassins that live in the corner of our conscience had gone unsevered (and that isn’t a word, though it should be because it’s a sight better than the illustrious “intact” and if i could just try something, “I do not leave men intact, rather I leave their necks unsevered.”  Yeah.  Better.)

Anyway there was Mark and that inside voice swelled and said, “Responsibility be damned.  Comix is the thing.”  Turns out that voice is always there, just (caucophonated? magnaphoned?) when he’s around.

We’ve dipped our toes into the Immateria and found it just right, for you, for us, for the universe we live in.  And so, through that tiny hole torn in the fabric between the here and not here, we start pulling wonders never fathomed on this side.

We’ll unleash in a few weeks.

-Christian

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