No Comics Are Expensive this week, this time due to spending the last two days with a stomach virus rather than any minor moral quandary. Though it turns out that having your stomach twist itself into interesting new shapes and reading a modern Jeph Loeb comic feel similar enough that it’s hard to tell the difference.

The four or five of you counting as regular readers of the site may have noticed that posting as whole has dropped significantly lately. It’s an unfortunate side effect of work gobbling up every moment of free time lately, and while it shows no signs of letting up till sometime near the end of summer, I’m going to try to get back to a roughly regular schedule of adding blather to the internet. Probably not till next week, though – this weekend is the New York Comic Con, and I’ve decided to smash my brains against it over the course of Saturday and Sunday. Their failure to specifically say on the official site that bottles and such aren’t allowed can only lead to trouble. Delicious, gin lemonade-y trouble.

Regular service somewhat returning next week, assuming I’m not carried off by a battalion of Hello Kitty Stormtroopers.

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