Friends. Restaurants. Food. -- 20 September 2005

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Annotation:
In honor of International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which was yesterday, except for the fact that most of you read this strip a day early due to this server's crazy system clock, here's today's strip's dialog in my best approximation of pirate-speak:
Joel: Avast, me mateys! Me wench, Joules, and I are planning regular raids for ale and grub. Who's with me? Aaar!
Walt: Aaar!
Toby: Aaar! Aaar!
Harv: Yea, verily. Fer Boingo's has walked the plank and gone to Davey Jones' Locker. Aaar!

20 May 2009

All good things must come to an end. And so must the mediocre, and the downright bad. Where Home Run falls within this continuum, I'm not sure. What I am sure of is that my creative interests are no longer in just drawing comics. As such, I am ending Home Run and that other infrequently updating comic that shares this site, Topical Salve, where they stand. I hope you have enjoyed the ride. I certainly did.

This is not to say that I am packing it in and riding out of town. Instead, I am relocating and reinventing. If you're interested, point your browser here. The name may be familiar, but the content is all new. Plus, since I'm using actual blogging software over there, I have added flexibility to accomodate my ever-changing creative outlets.

And who knows? Joel, Toby, Walt, Joules, and the rest of the gang might show up there every once in a while. Berkeley Breathed couldn't retire his characters. I see no reason why I should.