Hail Valsalva, full of grace, the UNNGGGGG is with thee...

Comic 11. This may be the last comic for a good long while, i.e. about three weeks. I will be traveling to the American Southwest and to the Artist Formerly Known As USSR. Fear not, both I and the Transformers film will be here before you can spit. Then esoteric med humor and big-screen Rock-em-Sock-em Robots will commence, respectively. Do svidaniya!

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His grip tightens. He breathes in the musty, acrid air.
"They are not human. Nothing remains of what once was. The only mercy is to be quick."
The blade and the G suspended 7 chord vibrate, in decrescendo, in expectation.
He exhales.
"Tonight I will tear this playhouse down."

A good vocabulary is a double-edged...something.

Comic 10. Double digits are titillating! I am going to have to print up some of the t-shirts that Murphy wears. Maybe once I establish a fanbase beyond my mom.
RARE MOMENT OF BLOGINASIA: Ok so I'm going to actually "blog" in my "blog," a part of the "blogosphere." The day's occurence was far too odd to go unmarked. Preface: Nashville has been in a severe climatological dry spell for a couple of weeks. Beautiful days, but very dry. So today, I was at the annual Gay Pride Festival with friends. We had only taken a few steps into the Festival, just enough time to see the garbage cans sponsored by a sexual lubricant, a guy in Gap Kids-sized daisy dukes, and a woman with a shirt reading "The Red Vag of Courage." The first fat drops of rain spat. No big deal. I ain't Elphaba. But within minutes, a full-scale apocalypse erupted. Torrential rain slashed the Festival to ribbons and scattered the hundreds of provocatively and colorfully dressed visitors. Crevasses of lightning torn in the sky and wardrums of thunder. Tree limbs the size of cars rained down. It was a whole-sale end of days. We had to be rescued by a friend who somehow had made it to his car, as the path to ours promised certain death - via drowning, electrocution, limb-crushery, or soggy fashion crisis. The cataclysmic epiphenomenon was apparently localized over the park, leaving the majority of Nashville still very dry. Was it the intervention of a diety or does the Middle Tennessee gay community just know how to throw a wild party? Needless to say, can't wait to see what next year's Festival will bring!