I’d say Happy Barricade Day, only you know very well there’s no such thing as “Happy” and “Barricade Day” and “Far.” ;)
Every year I dig myself a wider, deeper hole. Or, as pilferingapples hilariously put it, “Flying ever closer to the Deadline Sun on wings of Ambition and Deeply Flawed Time Management.” I can confirm that at least the latter part of that statement is dead on.
It was almost going to be a retelling of Orestes & Pylades this year, but at the last minute I decided I wanted to tell a story about Chowder and Fricassee after all. And give Monsieur Mabeuf the panel he deserved. (And the old deaf woman, in case you noticed!). And anyway, I couldn’t just keep killing the same Amis over and over again, can I. (Don’t answer).
[I confess to being notoriously self-referencing… some of those scenes and people might look suspiciously familiar.]
This is lovely