115. Frozen in Time

When I was about 27 or so I was called “old” by a teenager. It wasn't offensive so much as ... weird.

I hope to get back onto a regular publishing schedule. The last couple of sequences were kind of time-dependent and I didn't keep up as well as I'd like. Frankly, time-dependency shouldn't factor into it, I need to be consistently on time if I'm going to build up legions of Internet groupies. But, as with many things, practice is messier than theory. It's a neverending battle against writer's block and time pressure...