I really didn’t see that coming…I thought for sure that I’d be late. But hey, I busted my ass and it paid off…Holler if you see any spelling errors or such…I didn’t really check it that closely.

First I should mention that one of the only reasons I opted to handle this story arc the way I have is due to this picture. I suddenly saw Tom riding on Fluffles and I knew that it had to happen. Though originally I saw him riding to every one’s rescue…but he still is in a way.

Aside from that, the reason I thought I would be late today was this:

Today was the day I finally brought my little puppy over to my Grandma’s house (where I’m house sitting for the summer). I had left her over at my mom’s until I got settled, and today I really didn’t want to leave her alone as I worked on the comic, so I tried to use my laptop in the kitchen (where’s she staying for the foreseeable future)…which usually slows down the process a bit. But I still worked it out.

Yes, those are my big, meaty hands holding her. But don’t worry, she’s made of fluff. Fluff and adorable.

She’s eight or something weeks old (I know, vague, sorry, haha) and is from the litter my mom’s newest dog had. We found her and made the mistake of leaving her near the male dog.

Her name is Eliea and she’s half Poodle and Half what-ever-the-hell-kind-of-terrier her mom is.

So I spent most of the day sitting with her and trying to explain to her that you use the outside if you need to piss.

She kind of gets it…She still likes to sniff around. Heh.

Anyhow, enjoy this last picture, then I’m off.

(What choo looking at?!)

heh…

-Peace

Back at the beginning of Book One, Chapter Eight a reader (Keyo, from the shoutbox) asked…suggested…That Tom should acquire some sort of Power Ranger teleport tech for his overly long blade.

I almost said it then, but I decided to keep it a little bit of a secret, but I knew then that Mark would hook Tom up with that one on his first outing.

You see, tadillen (the metal his sword is made from) has a curious effect on energy, it dampens it and disperses it. Which is fantastic for a Zee fight where your opponent is so skilled that they can put up a shell of energy to block you attacks, tadillen cuts through it like butter. But it sucks because you cannot get a lock on the metal using conventional telemeters and the regular tracking system.

Mark found a rather simple work around for this issue. Mark will pretty consistently find ways of doing things that neither Zog nor Mog would have thought of. Zog because he’s not creative, Mog because he doesn’t think about stuff like this. Mark is the first member of the PKF who’s intellect borders on fictional.

This boy is an effing genius. Hana’s smart. Mark makes her look like a kindergartner.

The problem is all of his ideas are well ahead of Earth’s tech level…Now he’s been released into a candy store with an unlimited, federally funded, budget to do what ever his heart desires.

Mark IS the tech support of this comic and he is REALLY not suited for the field. But he’s a great fighter in his own right and will go wherever Hana goes. So here he is.

Anyhow, to Keyo, if he still reads this little slice of the Internet, here’s the sword-o-port. And it will be well used.

Also, I feel that I should comment on the recent rash of celebrity deaths this weekend. I can’t say that I ever really kept track of Ed Mcmahon Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson or Billy Mays. But my mother called me up when she heard about Jackson and was very sad about his death, which says a lot about the man, considering most celeb deaths don’t phase her…and as for Farrah, it sucks that she had fought cancer for so long only to go out like that, but it was a hell of a fight. Ed? Dude, you MADE Carson. I never even saw the show and knew about you. Mays?…Well…I bought the effing ‘oxiclean’.

And it works.

-Peace