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Hey, Eddie, didja know I still have that sweater you gave me? Internet wanted to know.

Not a GROWN-ASS MAN, really! Nineteen is plenty old! I’m grown enough to have voted for Gore!

Even if, um, I cried when he lost. But nineteen is plenty old!

I’ve cheated death, I’ve cheated taxes, both sure things in life, but the fact of the matter is that dying will not keep you from the claws of those you owe debts too— especially if you’ve accrued those debts after you have passed from this mortal plane. I’ve always enjoyed betting on horse races, but I am not, as one might expect from such an illustrious gambler, the most accurate pick for a winning racer. There’s something of a humdrum routine in my afterlife: borrow money from Squire Shade on a “sure thing”, lose- I am certain that he fixes them, mark my words, I know he does- and have to pay it back three times what I took or have an Nth metal-wielding demon repossess my ectoplasmic remains. You’d think after the cycle repeated so often- after the constant throat-clearing and knuckle-rapping from Shade over late payments- I would learn my lesson, but the thrill of victory always surmounts my common sense. I always was an “instincts first” kind of gentleman, because if you aren’t opportunity may pass you by, just as misfortune will occasionally deign to visit…

And, of course, I have living souls whom I associate with that enjoy spending money on their own earthly delights. I enjoy facilitating this enjoyment, for entirely altruistic reasons. The fact that these individuals are inclined to let me get close and intimate with their warm, living flesh after the exchange of payment is merely a side-effect, an unintended happy benefit…

Simple, straightforward concept art for a "year one" Mr. Freeze. I've had an askblog URL saved & I'm thinking about making something of it. These are (mostly) in reverse chronological order of creation, so you can sort of see how the design is gradually developing.

Absolutely-dootley!

Actually, I have a little excursion planned to the Pinelands Reserve next weekend. I took off work and everything, and if the forecast holds, it’ll probably be warm enough to swim. 

Why d’you ask? 

Nah, ain’t silly. You’re hardly the first to ask, and I doubt you’ll be the last.

Thing is, I don’t have the kind of relationship with fear I think folks think I have, it ain’t a fondness or special infatuation, it’s a broad focus point of professional interest to seek to understand in a pathologic sense in order to better treat it at its root.

I work - on a research level, not in my clinical day-job - with OCD and PTSD and other, similarly paralytically crippling anxieties most frequently, and while phobias can have that level of widespread daily impact but it’s a rare few that do.

W-well, I was gonna settle in for a Scooby Doo marathon... it is t-that time of year, after all...

B-but something's making the hair on my neck stand up...

E-eep. I'm going to turn a light on.