I won’t let myself watch Doctor Who unless I’m on the treadmill. I’m down five pounds. But Netflix doesn’t have season seven! And Tourchwood, though tasty, is just not the same. Captain Jack just isn’t the same psychopath with a screwdriver. He had me at “Nice to meet you, now run for your life!”
Devil’s Panties Volume 8 is now available at our store! As usual it has a bunch of extra comics and bonus material. So if you don’t have it, you’re missing extra panty goodness. It’s 240 pages, so, buy it and stick it in your bathroom, and make your guest’s legs fall asleep while pooping.
We’re still recovering from the haze of Dragon Con, but somehow we’re mustering the energy to roll out of bed and exhibit at Rose City Comic Con this weekend.
Songs will be sung of the stories that were told of memories forgotten of the time we didn’t sleep in that one time.
And you can be a part of that wonderful thing.
You can share the experience.
It’ll be great.