I'm not sorry

Of course Peter Gallagher knows that "dank" is a weed thing. He also knows that "in heat" is a sex thing and that when aliens "probe" someone it's in the anus.

These are words, not things. Heathcliff is a comic about symbols.

You're never going to get a comic where an alien actually probes someone any more than you're going to get a comic where the Man-Eating Giant eats a man. You're just going to get a dozen comics where aliens like the word "probe".

Heathcliff wears the ham helmet because it's the helmet you wear when you eat a ham. You can tell it's that helmet because it says "ham" on it. The helmet's function is determined not by its form but by its label.

summer = beach = sand = desert = mummy and thus there is the Summer Mummy. Because of symbolic associations that do not otherwise cohere.

Robots don't wear clothes but the mere act of labeling them "nude" makes them nude. And once a painting is a nude painting there has to be a fig leaf because a "nude" without a "figleaf" is "indecent".

[Transcript] Hello! I'm here to give you a quick update: Double Hearted will be on indefinite hiatus.

This past month it's become clear that I'm a bit burned out. Working on 13 chapters of over 20 pages each last year has been incredibly demanding, and I haven't felt satisfied with my work on the last few chapters. Right now, I feel the only way I can continue this project is to take a break to reconnect with the characters, their motivations, and the story.

This is not a cancelation, just a break. I deeply love this story and want to give it the proper care it deserves. I'll still be working on the comic and extra artwork, so the Ko-fi will continue. I'd also like to do streams working on art or just hanging out. However, there won't be a release date of newer chapter until further notice.

This is a really fun movie that plays out exactly like a puzzle driven adventure game. The protagonist gets entangled in a mob drug deal in her tiny remote town, and in each scenario she uses her sewing equipment for some sort of absurd problem solving, such as fashioning a blowgun to retrieve a key.

at what age does a child cross from innocent pre-exposed object to sullied brain adult? what is the normal age to experience or witness violence? where does that leave those who experience and witness violence at younger ages? who may never have lived a 'violence-free' existence?

do we actually think that children are ontologically incapable of being interested in violence, or are we merely so threatened by the idea they could be that we refuse to even speak the possibility?

is it the worst thing in the world to pick up a book and then decide its subject matter is unappealing, frightening, or overwhelming? is that such a foreign fucking concept? did anything scary ever happen to you as an 8 year old? did it have an instant off-switch as effective as 'close the cover and pick up something else'?