Maybe I'm exaggerating. But I wouldn't want any boss I've ever had to catch me lookin'.
No bets on who you guys think they're here to see. No house on Earth would cover those odds.
And in case I haven't mentioned it before: Templar will definitely be going twice-weekly only for the duration of the the preparation for print. This weekend will probably be my first hardcore prep period, so watch for updates to the production journal then.
And hey guys, I got nominated for three Webcartoonists' Choice Awards! I'm pretty darn special, I am. Vote for me! My self-esteem demands nothing less than total victory!
(oh god so alone)
You are a unique snowflake.
I must make that store.
GUNS. BOOZE. DEATH. PORN.
if i was in a band that would ABSOLUTLY have to be it's name and if challenged i would quit said band and make a solo record and release it under the name
im not exactly porn material, i can't pour a pint and i've never held a gun, that only leaves one catagory for me
something tells me they don't offer healthcare benefits either
okay... Is it Reagan? No, wait, um. No... Reagan? Something just tells me this is her kind of place. Wait, maybe it's Gene? Someone said he was in a band? I'd still hedge my bets on Reagan though.
Oh well. I give up. You're too good at writing clever twists for me to even hope to try.
There is no other possibility but that this is Reagan's workplace.
Love that sign. Everything's summed up in one figure.
Congratulations lady on the nominations! It was the Webcartoonists' Choice Awards that turned me on to reading Templar in the first place last year. Like, 2 days before Penny Arcade apparently sent a zillion more new readers your way.
I know better then to even guess at who there going to see. And I promise you three times that I'll vote for you... but first I must listen to a few hours of KMFDM, becuase I need a reason to jump around like an idiot.
I'm moving to Templar. Fuck it.
I don't CARE if it doesn't exist!
Dammit, I have the biggest crush on Scipio. I love his giant puppy-dog grin and his apparent unawareness of the fact that he could crush Benjamin's tiny little eggshell head in one hand without noticing.
whose workplace it is is pretty obvious for anybody who's seen the cover of current chapter, anyway... "Raygun", heh.
I love the big "Vice" sign !
Scip looks like a grandmother handing her grandbaby a fugly sweater for Christmas: expectant, eager, and waiting for a reply.
Hahaha! Comparing Scip to a grandma's just priceless. You win, Olivetti. You win the internets.
I just have to wonder who Reagan's boss is. I can't imagine anyone owning that place of filthy lucre more foul and reprehensible than Reagan. Which only means there's someone worse than her, only less lovable.
Those are some tough categories to actually win in. Though just being in competition with comics on the level of Questionable Content and Girl Genius is pretty cool.
naw, kid, you got us. the people that talk in your head at night. we're here. and we'll never leave.