You ever do that thing, you know, where your mouth keeps moving and stuff keeps coming out even though your brain says “Hey, really, knock it off, you moron! What the hell are you doing? Why did you mention that? Oh Christ Lord Almighty, what in the name of sweet holy fuck is wrong with you? Were you dropped on your head repeatedly as an infant? Do you have Tourette’s? Are you, in fact, a gaping moron that shouldn’t be let out on the street?”
Yeah, I did that very thing this morning and am really quite sick right now. Expect me to be nil by mouth and keyboard for the rest of the day.
As an apology to those of you who care particularly for my bon mots, here’s a Jack Kirby book with a cover inked by Jim Lee, which I didn’t even know existed:
Appendum from the Georgia office: “The inking seems perfectly serviceable. It’s the colorist who should be hunted through the forest by dogs on a cold Bavarian night.” Josh is, as always, pretty close to being something resembling right