One of you was asking where Hans went. He’s off to school! Lord help whatever university got him.
I don’t know if this kind of language-head-file lock-off happens — but I’ll bet it does. I’ll bet a Chinese dinner one of you will get me the link…..
Yes, THAT’s how I write: Idea pops into little vacant head, THEN I go get the research. Twisting the idea around until I get it to fit makes it even more fun. And twisty.
That’s our fat cat Leo, there, with his big smile and purr.
Udo is BAAAAACK.
The last time he was safe and happy, it was with – and due to – this man.
In a bad world, Herr Oberst was the nicest guy he knew.
Ever think you’d see Rosen kindly and coaxing? Yes, indeed, 30 years IS a long time.
I had an army helicopter boyfriend who once pissed off the Sergeant Major (“Don’t touch the General’s Teletype Operator!”) by yelling like that in the last panel.
See the rain? Pathetic Fallacy. I are edumicated.
Can we afford to go all to pieces about facing somebody when they’re standing in the rain? Really?
Another conversation I didn’t have to make up — for any of you partnered to anybody with any form of PTSD.
Never write about someone going missing.
Just don’t.
I don’t know which I liked better — the first panel, or the last. Either way, the bodies came out right.
So to speak.
How topical — Americans kill a bunch of people and think “sorry” is enough.
And now it all gets weird and muddy. As wars do.
