The first two panels are essentially a transcription of the actual conversation. For him it's a kind of "fish story," this supposed fifteen letter word, falling into that distinct category of lies that includes such dubious classics as Canadian Girlfriends or Exploits Behind The Roller Rink. Maybe you didn't have a roller rink where you lived, but we did, and one was often regaled with thoroughly detailed (and occasionally physically impossible) tales of pubescent eros. If all the stories one heard about this venue were true, perpetually writhing teens must have been stacked like cordwood.

Dragon Age.  It's a game.  But it's also a comic!  A comic we made, and publish each Friday over at the official site.

I would say that the pursuit of Sport would, when assessing our oeuvre, appear as a very small word in the resultant tag cloud.  Table Tennis is not a sport, so much as a state of matter; it is, therefore, exempt.

I'm back from my vacation now and feeling 100% better. I have to give a huge thank you to all the talented artists who saved my ass last week with their guest strips. I actually ended up with an extra strip that I wanted to make sure you guys saw.

With the tiller once again in our sure grip, we have charted a course toward... jpegs.

They just keep on a comin'.   

Containing Kazu Kibuishi with language would be difficult.

Kris Straub is my hero, which makes being friends with him difficult if not altogether impossible. If orders something at Taco Bell - perhaps a Double Decker - and I offer to chew and even digest the product for him, that isn't an offer that reinforces that easy equanimity which true friendships embody.

Finally rejuvenated after delivering The Lookouts, Tiny Kitten Teeth heard Gabriel's croaking call for assistance - and rode in heavy. Of course, we are overjoyed. I've got a few more strips curing now, aging, becoming redolent, and if we still have a few left over when we reclaim our rightful place, I will post them all at once, in what will become known as the Great Feasting.

I'm alive. I don't know if I had the dreaded swine flu but whatever I had, it was brutal. It started as a flu and somewhere along the way morphed into a really bad head cold which I am still trying to recover from. After PAX everyone here at PA takes a little vacation together. Normally I would have spent the last week working on extra comics so you all wouldn't notice any interruption in service. The PAX Pox kept me from doing that though and so we've lined up a series of guest comics. Before I go I wanted to point you towards a few different things we've got going on.

Our friend Hawk - in concert with his friend Jessica - produced today's Penny Arcade, which features Batman's ass. Just try to find that kind of content anywhere else. Actually, maybe don't do that.

My friend Jon over at Goats pitched in to help dig us out of the contagion, with a strip that leverages pop references and timely observations in a way that is a natural fit. We have many more, from Applegeeks, Tiny Kitten Teeth, and Kris Straub, and you're going to see them all, because now it is Guest Week all of a sudden.

We Just heard of our first test-confirmed swine flu case at the show. PLEASE if you feel symptoms (fever, etc) call your doctor.

I apologize for the late post; the shit I'm being made to contend with today is truly epic in scale.

We Just heard of our first test-confirmed swine flu case at the show. PLEASE if you feel symptoms (fever, etc) call your doctor.

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