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FYI, if all goes according to plan I will have the Eltingville Club print avaiulable at Heroes Con. These were producded by Austin Books and COmics for the signing I did recently, they're going to ship the remaining copies and artist proofs to the con so I can have them for sale at my table (#AA982). I'm also bringing whatever drawings I can get done by next week, along with original art and pages from nerd Inferno, pins, etc. 'll have only a few copies of Nerd Inferno, along with the Beasts of Burden Omnibus and some miscellaneous comics. Hope to see some folks at Heroes next week!

Still in pursuit, we followed the ball toward a small lake in Motor World that had been earmarked for a fleet of tiny bumper boats for children. The area wasn’t open yet, but the empty boats were being tested and floated on the surface. The ball soared over the grass and smashed into several of them, scattering the others with rippling waves from the impact, which launched some of the boats several feet in the air.

Charlie and Ken waded into the water looking for the hatch. After some difficulty, they got it open. Charlie pulled Frank out by grabbing him under his armpits like a baby. Frank crawled up the bank, coughing and sputtering. He splayed across the grass as we all stared at the ball, which bobbed in the water like it was attached to a fishing lure.

We did not ask for the inspector’s report, nor did we ever hear of one being filed. Ken Bailey returned to Canada. The snow-makers cleared away the PVC. Told to dispose of the Bailey Ball, they rolled it into the woods, where it remained for many years."

A gorgeous Grizzly Bear north of Yellowstone Lake

Book that was bad: this sucked 👎

Back when you were young

I remember your eyes were clear, brighter than the sun

With hands so soft, delicate and sweet

You learned to fall and balance on your own two feet

I could only lead you so far

I believe in who you are

Take the world by storm, muster all your strength

Embrace the forces that surround you, bend gravity and space

This whole song reminds me of the kind of hope Jocosa would have felt for Theopolis when she was on her deathbed. Plus, those first lines remind me of this, how she always saw him as an innocent pure-hearted babe despite the everything of him. (Also, since it was a struggle to get him to walk on two legs instead of all fours it makes extra sense to me that she'd look back on it fondly as a victory).

With "child of the stars" I think of it as referecing the North's lineage and how she'd view him as yet another adition to it (which I imagine wouldn't fully coincide with his own view of himself and how he doesn't live up to it).

Anyways, both characters here belong to @kwillow, hope I captured them well! I used this piece of yours as reference/inspiration.

(Please do correct me if I misinterpreted anything about your ocs)

THE NICE GUYS

✨Ko-fi✨

In which Theo says "I'm not naive," then proceeds to be deeply naive.

This'd maybe rank as 6/10 uncomfortable. Theo has little to lose by helping Hyden, and Hyden has little to gain by alienating Theo. It only makes sense that the two most intelligent men on the continent should combine their minds to see their missing pieces restored. Theo has no reasons to believe Hyden is lying to him about his intentions (no reasons he's paying attention to, anyway).

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht. 

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.