A Centennial Comic Christmas Celebration!

13 Wednesday Nov 2019

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It’s a huge week for us because on Friday we’ll be publishing the 100th comic of The Churchians! Not many web comics make it to 100. This is our second comic to hit that milestone. Codex has worn out two mechanical arms in the process. Whew!

Codex likes the story so much that she has threatened to quit, so she can experience the story the same way you guys do. “That doesn’t make much sense,” I replied. “The comic wouldn’t even be half as good without you as the illustrator!” She has to settle with ‘story chunks’, and complains if I brainstorm about future developments with her. Glyph is now my go-to if I really need to talk out the meta of the story. Continue reading →

The Shaming

08 Friday Nov 2019

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This might be the world’s first fully-interactive comic! To participate, you’ll need 1) a working finger capable of a full-flex extension and 2) a very loud voice. Point at your screen, Chime in particular, and yell ‘SHAME’ in your loudest voice! Forget your coworkers, family, or fellow Bible study attendees: you didn’t want them to talk to you for the rest of the day anyway.

If you need to warm up or practice first, try it in front of a mirror.

The Imminent Destruction of Seattle

28 Monday Oct 2019

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Hey all. Codex here.

Today’s post is a bit of a pickled watermelon. Quizzer thought he was immune to The Crud, which invaded the household this week. Since my back log of extra strips is shot, he said: “Don’t worry, Codex! I’ve got you covered.”

Hahahahahaha. Nobody escapes the Cycle of Snot. He did miss the exciting secondary infection Glyph succumbed to, though.

Today he came staggering downstairs, grabbed the bottle of Nyquil and took a couple of shots.

“Sickness, fatigue, nose honey, hubris, stupidity, skull-n-bones, and the imminent destruction of Seattle!” he spluttered. Then he went into a coughing fit and collapsed onto the couch. Before passing out into a haze of mucous and over-the-counter syrupy nostrums he muttered, “”The Economist 2015 is the key.” Continue reading →