Aaaand we're back. It was a most excellent break, and if nothing else I've affirmed a new dream vacation, wherein I rent out one of those beachfront properties on Newport Beach for a week, month, year, whatever - and and hitting the beach during the day, horribly failing to bodyboard and hanging around the Newport Village / Balboa at night. Perhaps, one day, I could work up my lack of skills and go to Huntington Beach, to flail around helplessly in the surf as the waves mock me and eventually spit my lifeless body onto the shore. Best death wish ever.

Anyway, I'm beginning to wonder why I ever came back, but such is life. Hoping to wrap up this chapter swiftly and moving to the next story. And maybe getting these damnable archives back up to snuff.

Before we end, just links to some old interviews I've given:
Kittysneezes.com
Frumph.net
The Webcomic Review (a copy of the Frumph interview, but came beforehand)

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