Alas, after posting the wrong comic page–here we are! Caramba. Sorry about that. It’s been a rough weekend of writing papers for my lovely college classes. And now that I’m good and rested I get to head back to class today refreshed and ready to go. Yes, I’m just bubbling with sarcasm today. HA!

Anyway, we hope you are enjoying our journey thus far. Please take a few moments to leave a comment and let us know what you think. After all, feedback is a writer’s gold.

-Dwight L. MacPherson (with Thomas Boatwright and Thomas Mauer)

Threads of Red Jack - Demalogue, page 4, by Daniel Kibblesmith and K. Thor Jensen.

And so we hit week five of the instant classic known as The Gloom.

It’s quite strange really, in the last month we’ve had a few emails from people congratulating us for bringing this back, and for finishing it off, etc - and it’s really great to get that sort of thing. But at the same time, for something that people saw two years ago now, it’s just a little… I don’t know, odd. On a plus note, the pages here look like they’ve helped me and Dan with a possible new exciting gig, so we’ll see what happens and keep you informed.

Anyway, you don’t come here to read my waffle, you want shiny comic goodness! So here’s this week’s fix, with one of my favourite parts of the whole story, where Carson Kane explains how he can’t be the Gloom…

Welcome back, readers! You’re just in time to learn why both being undead and waiting for the train in Brooklyn leaves much to be desired…

(Need to catch up? Head HERE first.)

And remember, zombies need love too, so be kind and comment!

Welcome to the third installment of Kid Houdini and the Silver Dollar Misfits!

On behalf of the Kid Houdini crew and The Chemistry Set, I would like to thank you for joining us. I would also encourage you to leave a comment for us. We are extremely interested in hearing what you think about the strip thus far. So please… take a few moments to let us know.

Next week we’ll spend time getting to know our lovable misfits. Trust me: you won’t want to miss it!

Until next time,
Dwight L. MacPherson (with Worth Gowell and Kevin Conley)

Welcome back for the 45th page of The Surreal Adventures of Edgar Allan Poo!

I would like to thank you all for stopping by to join us on our journey, and I would encourage you to leave a comment. It would be greatly appreciated.

Okay… we will see you next week for another rather odd occurrence on the banks of the Delta Isthmus. I will only say that one of “Poe’s companions” makes an appearance.

Until then,
Dwight L. MacPherson (with Thomas Boatwright and Thomas Mauer)

Threads of Red Jack - Demalogue, page 3, by K. Thor Jensen and Daniel Kibblesmith.

And so we head into November, and the cooler and colder part of the year. In England during this time we celebrate Bonfire Night by setting off millions of pounds worth of fireworks, usually by kids on street corners aiming at expensive cars. We call this the time of the car alarm. You can hear little bangs and little ‘beep beep beep’ all night long. In the US of course, this is the point of the year that you start to eye up turkeys with a manic grin.

I mean, let’s face it. November, December? Bad time to be a turkey.

And as the Writers Guild Of America go on picket strike (although personally guys? Bad timing. If I was you, and wanted to picket in California? pick summer) we sit around our cathode ray tubes and wait for the current batch of new television to slowly drizzle to a stop while many of the writers, taking the ‘animation’ opt out clause picket and start writing comics.

But fear not, children! For The Gloom is here! We’re not affected by the Writer’s Strike or by the hordes of marauding, firework wielding turkey biker gangs that club together at this time! We’re still here to provide you a weekly fix of funtastic laughnation!

But of course, you must reply to us in the comments so we know who’s reading - last week we had four comments, and one was from a commenter explaining his mistaken comment… so three? Three comments? I have way more minions than that!

To hell with this. Where’s my picket sign! I’m on strike! More comments for struggling comic geniuses!….

Long time no see, dear readers. Life changes pulled me away from comics in a big way — getting married, starting graduate school — but I could never stay away from my first love, comics, for long. So here we are, starting a brand-new string of Styx Taxi stories together.

This first tale, c/o myself and STUCK’s Tom Williams, is a darker little yarn than usual called “Federico,” named after the gent you’ll meet on this very page.

(Dom’ll be joining us in a little while, but for now, let’s start this one off quietly… if there’s such a thing as quiet on a Brooklyn subway platform during rush hour.)

Welcome back to Kare-Kare Komiks!

For today’s offering, we have a filling old-fashioned horror meal, following a recipe passed down through generations. It’s called “White”; a haunting dark dinuguan based on the many white lady legends that persist in the Philippines. Kain na!

I hope you enjoyed this latest entry on the menu.

Be here November 21 for our next delicious serving! Kare-Kare Komiks: every 1st and 3rd Wednesdays of the month, only on The Chemistry Set.

Maraming salamat!

-Andrew Drilon