New Year’s Eve, 1999. The world is teetering on the brink of collapse. At least, that’s how I remember it. Something about Y2K. That night, perhaps tipsy on Belgian beer, and champagne chugged hastily from a paper cup (I was 26, and so, so classy), I made a New Year’s Resolution that I ended upContinue reading “Teaching Baby Paranoia: Honey, Honey”
Remember how I used to do a weekly comic, for like, ten years and then stopped a few years ago? Well, I did another one, randomly.