The Justice Trio, issue 1 synopsis


So I’m in the kinda-sorta finishing stages of getting this comic series sent off to a couple of publishing houses, and I figured, “Hey, I don’t really share enough of my other projects on this website.” (In case you’re wondering, the final stages of a submission process for me involve taking a shot of whiskey and hurling a sealed manila envelope at the postman, generally while shouting “Here! Take it and be done with it!” Of course, this varies just a little bit when I’m submitting something via e-mail. I have to blind myself then and hope I actually hit “Send.” )

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Anywho, I figured that I’d go ahead and put this up on the website for archival purposes (cause that sounds fancy). So. Comment on it, I guess? After the jump, though, because I’m not putting it here, that would be absurd.

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Well Then

I'm really trying to avoid slander here.

I was going to have a lengthy rant about the election a couple of nights ago. (My reaction involved calling certain new Senators and Representatives the star-spawn of C’thulhu, but I didn’t jump in front of a dump truck this morning, so it’s not all bad.) Then, when I got about five hundred words into it, I hit a wall, looked back over the article, and decided I wasn’t going to be adding anything of value to whatever discussion’s going on out there, and decided to go with something else entirely.

I could write about shenanigans in my office, but decided against that, as it would inevitably turn into something like Office Space, except with a plush squid involved.

I could write about my plans to eschew cars from my life and thus turn to Nashville MTA for reliance for traveling around town (cause, frankly, if I move closer to downtown, I’m not going to the outlying areas for much), but that might probably turn into a rant that could boil down to something like “Cars are too damn expensive and I wish my parents had bought me a car when I graduated high school/college/grad school!”

I could write about how much I hate when people decide that speaking at, roughly, the same decibel level as a freight train is the only acceptable mode of communication in public places, but it’d turn into me trying to be Lewis Black.

Instead, I’m going to do something I rarely do: I’m going to talk about my brother, and, in doing so, talk about a project that is in the utmost of the proto-planning stages.

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