Haha, Flatliner post #69! This is where all the hilarity lies, just you wait and see.
To celebrate, let’s give you Becky’s sad existential crisis, the bear killing Jake again, and a bit we did both in the strip and real life that fooled no one. One more skip today, putting us close to double digits. In fact, may be double digits, I’ve lost count. The good news is that the collective we has lost nothing.
Actually, the strip in question is salvageable. Maybe there’s room for some edited apocrypha after the run here ends. I’d like to think I’ll move on to the some new projects, and anticipate that words will make their way into documents sooner, rather than later. For now, Flatliner remains a safe haven where I can do very little work and still feel like I’ve made some progress.
I don’t think there’s anything racially charged in the last strip, though with Harvest’s affluent white teen world-view, you never know. Todd wasn’t a real person, and I wasn’t replaced. I believe we told people that Flatliner worked like Menudo, replacing the principal characters as they aged out. No one bought it.
