Cheerio Children, and Cheerios.

I’m back! Returned from lands afar where people walk on ceilings and speak backwards! I studied their customs with the dispassionate coolness of a Baconian disciple and the journalistic stoicism inherent therein. But gradually, these kind and tender people warmed my heart and came to be counted as friends by me.

I shall call them “Britons”.

I’ve actually been back for awhile but have neglected my residence here in this blog like a delinquent mortgagor. But I don’t want to live in the cold and on the streets, so now I’m typing.

Of what consequence? I look in front of me where a Craig Biggio poster is crudely taped to a closet door. This is interesting to me for three reasons. I’m not sure if I actually have three reasons but it felt like it would give me enough to “cover the bases” so to speak.

Anyway, first of all, it drives home the fact that this great and beloved 2^nd baseman is now engaged in his final season as a career baseballer. Not only that, but it’s a really bad season for his team. And it’s ok to say “his team” cuz it’s the only team he’s ever played for. Which is very cool.

Secondly, the poster (and more impressively, the tape) has been affixed to that closet door since after I took down the kiddie basketball-hoop-laundry-hamper-bag I used to hop into from the upperstory bunk of my bed when I was a wee lad. Yes, that tape is astonishing, and likewise astonishing is that the intensity of the three Craig Biggios’ expressions which layer the poster have persisted all these years without cessation.

And to fulfill my three reasons, I shall declare the third reason warranting my interest for this poster is that it is, in fact, a Kellogg’s poster. Maybe it was corn flakes, maybe it was Corn Pops.. this makes me wonder and will probably continue to do so, even as I am an aged, wizened thing with gray hairs and wrinkly jowls.

The post you just read was mentally nutritious and I do hope you shall continue following our comic, dear readers. Our comic is “coming around” out of the partial comatose of summer and soon, with Sterling and myself under one roof, the mass and momentum of our genius will sally forth like Merlin and the son of Pendragon on behalf of the besieged tributary kingdom of Leodogran. Which is to say, unstoppably.

Arrivederci lads and lasses! And also, Cheers.

-Shawn