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During our last cemetery séance, a wicked witch appeared in a cloud of smoke with a ghastly offer: Stop drawing comics forever, and she'd grant us a living wage. We looked at each other and cackled maniacally: "Begone, foul temptress! Our patrons are the ones we answer to!"

We told the witch: thanks to our Patreon subscribers, we ARE making a living with comics! She grew fascinated, frantically scribbling notes. Now she's launching her own Patreon for vegan potions. And we think that's beautiful.

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But gathered my thoughts, feelings, and things, and said,

‘Fuck this.’

And to myself away and found a place where I could go,

Yoshida Hiroshi

Kanchenjunga (Morning), 1931

Kanchenjunga (Afternoon), 1931

Woodblock Prints

Saying that he always strives to set a strong example for his son to follow, local father Gary Dalton told reporters Tuesday that he has been carefully teaching his 9-year-old boy Zachary how to overreact with blind rage to completely irrelevant bullshit.

“Now that Zach’s getting older, it’s important for me to show him how to deal with the minor inconveniences in life by blowing them totally out of proportion,” said Dalton, noting that he frequently tries to demonstrate to his son the proper way to fly off the handle both at home and in public. “Zach should know that small, trivial irritations, like misplaced keys or having to relight the pilot light in the basement, should trigger an unbridled anger inside him. And that’s not something he can fully learn from his friends at school or by watching TV—he needs a father figure right there, blowing up in his face about never, ever messing with the DVR again for him to see exactly how it’s done.”