Touché.

It's the most recent time a fictional future date came and went without hooplah.

2020 Arno Stark
2012 Bait & Switch Mayans
1997, Aug 29 Skynet
1984 missed, but only delayed
1975 JW fizzle

I gotta say, it's a little off-putting.

%$#& Arno.

Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?
They won't help me survive.
My chest is aching, burns like a furnace.
The burning keeps me alive.

I knew recognized her.

It's a damn shame that this is so funny. A+.

You could do a series.

"Come on, let's go someplace where we don't have to do one quintillionth of a thing all the time."

Your daily John Byrne.

Commission.

30 days of Favorite Duos.

Day 30: Lenny & Squiggy.

"Hello!"

Sorry, @evandorkin.bsky.social, I had to leave room for my favorite recurring TV bit, but you got 29/30 days!

Without saying your age, name your favorite film from the year you turned 18.

#NowPlaying

Slick Rick

It breaks my heart that I couldn't buy more.

They are definitely in the $2K to $5K range. The one with Constantine and Mento is totally Crisis and the scene with the Boogeyman is referenced in The Doll's House arc of Sandman. So, I think worth the investment, but I've never considered selling.

Let me break your heart. These are three Swamp Thing (no. 44) pages by Totleben and Bissette. I got these around 1994, and paid $75 for the lot. I got only these because that's all the money I could spare. If I had $500 I could have gotten 20 pages.

That is satisfyingly mesmerizing. A+

I'm sorry. You didn't get the message. You have to change YOUR behavior. Not the other way.

All hail the machine.

Oh, how I would love to. But no. Around 2009, I saw the original art for this splash page on sale for $8K. I wanted it so bad, but didn't have the cash.

Sounds like a gold mine to me.

None. In fact, I want them all undone.

30 days of Favorite Duos

Day 29: Milk and Cheese.

Milk: I feel nothing.
Cheese: I feel less than nothing.

Your daily John Byrne.

Fantastic Four splash page from issue no. 278. 1985.

Joltin' Jerry Ordway on inks.

My wife calls that Autocarrot just to piss it off.

Indeed.

That is some crazy-ass composition. I love it.

Mother of Cain Nod, I presume.

Oh?

I'm getting that for Baba Yaga for Christmas.

Holy Fong!