SIR TERRY: Oh. Oh, my. I .. I can think clearly again. I think. What a relief!
DEATH: OF COURSE.
SIR TERRY: You! Well, this is a bit … unexpected.
DEATH: I CAN’T IMAGINE WHY. YOU’VE BEEN PREPARING TO MEET ME FOR SOME TIME.
SIR TERRY: Well, I mean I was rather expecting – or I should say not expecting anything. How nice — Wait a minute. How do I know I’m not just in a coma or something and imagining all this because of brain death?
DEATH: “HOW DO YOU KNOW?” HOW DO YOU KNOW OTHERWISE? AND WOULD IT MAKE A DIFFERENCE?
SIR TERRY: I … I guess not, after all. Doesn’t matter. Well – are we off, then?
DEATH: YES. DO YOU KNOW, I’VE ALWAYS ENJOYED YOUR LITTLE STORIES. ESPECIALLY THE ONES ABOUT THE NIGHT WATCH.
SIR TERRY: Ah, you like Vimes, eh?
DEATH: INDEED. I LIKE A GOOD REDEMPTION STORY.
SIR TERRY: Well, thank you, of course, glad you enjoyed them. So – what happens next?
DEATH: I TAKE YOU. AFTER THAT, I HAVE NO IDEA.
SIR TERRY: Ah, well. Nice to meet you, anyway.
DEATH: THE FEELING IS MUTUAL.
One of my heroes has left this world.
I am going to get drunk tonight and watch “Hogfather,” “Going Postal” and “The Color Of Magic.”
There won’t be a Friday update. Uncle John is once again playing Sir Nicholas Bacon at the Nottingham Festival in Simi Valley. (That’s in SoCal, for those not native)
Much last-minute crap to do!
Got to get into a Renaissance frame of mind, forsooth, by God’s teeth!
Next week all is back to what passes for normal here.
Sorry I missed Friday, kids, but things were a bit busy at work, and I’ve had a bit to do taking care of a now one-eyed P-Chan.
In general, he’s fine, and of course he will look awful until his fur grows back in. He otherwise is acting normal and now he’s in a lot less pain. I look forward to a few more good years with him.
And I am very grateful for all those who’ve given me money, every little bit does help, and it makes me very glad to know all of you.
As for the incentive, I have a question for those who donated: Would you like the pages of the story of the teen Tula and Maldik one at a time as I finish them? Or would you prefer to wait until it’s complete? Or something in-between, like two or three pages at a crack?
Let me know, and thanks once again.
I don’t share a whole hell of a lot of my personal life here.
But – I know most of you know about my dear friend and companion P-Chan, who is the inspiration for all of the black cat incarnations in this strip.
Well, after 2.5 years, we have given up struggle with the damn abscess behind his left eye (which is now defeating all antibiotics. Thank You, Evolution!) and he’s now under the knife of a much-trusted vet who knows and cares for him to remove not only the abscess but also his left eye.
The alternate surgery would have not only been hideously expensive (could NOT have afforded it) but could not have guaranteed his sight. the eye, or all the nerves in half his face.
It means (after all is over) that he won’t be in pain and it will all be over but – –
Shit. He trusts me. I wish I could have found and afforded a better way.
And it’s STILL frigging expensive because The Thing was a “pre-existing condition.” that his vet insurance policy would not have covered.
You folk are already wonderful. But any gifts you give at this point, I will reward with a 6+ page prequel story (digital) that will show you what exactly happened when the teenage Tula dealt (effectively) with the teenage Maldik’s unwanted advances more than 6 years ago.
Love always regardless,
Somehow one of my plugins has broken my site. probably WordPress.
I am so frigging pissed I can’t express it.
Here is the link to the new page: