Grrl Power – Dabbler’s Science Corner #3
The return of Dabbler’s science corner! It’s been… geeze, 10 years? Probably should have slipped a few more of those in there along the way.
I didn’t want to interrupt Peggy’s flashback, but I had a sudden time crunch, and it was this or switch to some kind of stick figure art for the flashback, which… has its merits, cause I could attribute the poor art to Peggy’s memory of the events being fuzzy. But this seemed like a better choice than compromising the art for a relatively serious moment in the comic.
I don’t normally share a lot of personal drama here in the comic posts, because you guys mostly come here for entertainment, and speaking personally, it bugs me when I’m looking for some light hearted laughs, but the author uses the posts as an agony aunt or therapy sessions. If it actually helps them deal with whatever they’re going through, then, you know, good for them, but it is incongruous with the medium of “funny pages.”
In this case, I think it’s important you guys understand what my preoccupation is, because I don’t like paring down the art every time I hit some kind of personal speedbump. Well, the short version is, my father passed away. If you’ve ever been through such a thing as an adult, then you know that a huge amount of your time is suddenly spoken for. Emotionally, I’m doing okay. Partially I think it’s because I’ve been prepared for some bad news about my mom for about three years, ever since she started having issues. I never really considered that he would go first, even though he was 5 years older than her, and it’s this kind of slow moving shock to have this constant in my life suddenly gone. It also leaves me and my sister with some decisions to make, as my mom can’t live on her own at this point, and now we’ve got this “large enough to host the whole family during the holidays” house with 82 years of stuff in it to deal with. Well, the house is paid off, and most of the contents can be dealt with via an estate sale, but there are some things that have emotional value, like the nice dining table we always used for holiday dinners. Unfortunately, neither me nor my sister have a lot of room for a huge table or the matching buffet table, (which is something I never once considered buying for my own home, but I kind of don’t want to get rid of my parents’ one) but we’ll figure it out.
On a lighter note, my Dad was organized. Like, Leslie Knope levels of organized. He left nine 3-ring binders with “Here’s what you do if me or me and your mom die” instructions. They’ve got his will, his lawyer, financial manager, lists of personal contacts, a “here’s a sample obituary,” thumb drives with obituary photos, other thumb drives with photos for a slideshow during the memorial, life insurance information, burial instructions, it’s… a lot. And honestly it might be evidence that he was a little bored with retirement. But thank god he had all this stuff laid out because otherwise I’d be googling “what to do when your dad dies.” Even with this “death by the numbers” guide he laid out, the first week felt like juggling headless chickens and chasing spinning plates.
I know some people will suggest that it’d be okay to take a week or two off from the comic if I really need to, and while people who are used to having Grrl Power as part of their Monday/Thursday routine, yeah, that’d probably be okay. But I know there are a lot of casual lurkers who might slowly start to bleed off if I start missing posts, so the Science Corner is my solution. The flat colors and simple backgrounds help a lot, though weirdly, the quasi-chibi art doesn’t save me a whole lot of time, because I’m so unused to drawing it, that I have to keep going back and squishing proportions and intentionally minimizing detail.
I’m saving “miss a few weeks of the comic” for when I get into a car wreck and am literally in a coma. Though following my dad’s example, I should buy some 3-ring binders and detail how to post a “Hey, this is DaveB’s wife, he’s in a coma so just chill out for a bit.” Also, I should probably get a will made. Yeah.
So that’s where I’m at. I’m doing alright, but I’m bummed that I’m missing my bi-weekly Pathfinder game for the next month or two. You guys remember Fray, my monk? Yeah, I think I broke something… actually this post is long enough, I’ll post about Pathfinder foibles under the next page. Until then, enjoy!
(Oh, and I don’t have a new vote incentive this month. There just wasn’t time to work on it, sorry. I might re-link some of the old ones for this month or something starting with the next page.)
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Sorry to hear about your dad.
I’ll chime in with the general crowd of people saying to feel free to take whatever time you need. I get how keeping up a routine can be helpful in life-altering situations like this, and I can’t speak for the importance of retaining a webcomic audience (never having run one myself), but I don’t want you to burn yourself out while trying to handle a tremendous personal loss. My dad’s been going through a lot of chronic pain/depression issues lately, and that’s felt pretty all-consuming at times.
Something I’ve always found comforting: the world remains vast and full of wonders, even when we’re not in a position to take a breath and look up at them.
“fusillade of creampies” sounds both like dabblers favorite afternoon and a very unsafe for family metal band.
And the next patreon-only art piece.
something for the ninjas to try. except some of the punsters are hungry
Relinking some old incentives is absolutely fine. Not all of us were there at the beginning, so we never got to see some of them.
Sosorry about your dad. Best of luck with everything around that.
Long time lurker here. Dude, you are a machine, getting all this work done. Even your ‘simplified’ pages are leagues above most webcomics out there.
Losing family is always hard, and I’m sorry to hear about your father. Do what you have to do to deal with it. If it comes down to stick figures for a bit, we’ll be fine. Take care of yourself and your family first.
When I lost my religion a few years ago, I had to come to terms with mortality. My religion’s attitude toward death made staying happy and cheerful a sign of faith, because you knew you’d see loved ones again as long as you kept brainwashing yourself and paying the membership dues. (10% of gross income; that still stings to think about.)
When I lost that fragile guarantee, I needed to research and learn about the real mental mechanics of grief, mourning, and death itself. I found a study on near-death experiences where researchers administered a potent hallucinogen called DMT to healthy volunteers. The volunteers reported the classic symptoms of NDEs: floating over their bodies, lights, tunnels, and their life flashing before their eyes.
The brain has a record of everything, and I believe the most-reinforced pathways shape your experience in a suggestive or altered mental state. My uncle survived a stroke and reported seeing Jesus, my dead grandpa, and the 1800s pedophile founder of our religion waiting for him at the gates of paradise. I know one of those men is not like the others (the pedophile, to be clear), so I can only assume my uncle saw what he was primed to see when his body thought the time had come.
Now instead of trying to count the cost of sins and clear the balance, I’m more focused on reinforcing the best parts of my life, whether they came during my religious days or afterward. I think of it as cutting together a highlight reel that I’ll get to relive through lucid dreaming in the last few moments.
I’ll be a kid playing DuckTales on a tiny TV, hearing the Moon theme for the first time and feeling like the world is an adventure waiting to happen. I’ll cheer with my underdog marching band as we win first place after basically re-booting the band program that year. I’ll see my fiancee enter the room after a weird Mormon ritual and finally feel like I’ve come home after two years of isolation and inadequacy trying to convert people in small French towns—all because I get to marry her.
I want to relive every eye roll for every dad joke I tell my kids. Maybe my reel will include reading to my grandkids when they come visit Papa Jeeves (my kids have already agreed that will be what they call me). There’s no joy too small, as long as it builds my life. I’m done sacrificing those to future promises of glory.
I believe your dad experienced such a highlight reel in his final moments. From your description of him, it was probably sorted into eras like a wing in a museum; all the best, savored at length now that the brain is no longer tracking time. Everyone gone before him and all the people who loved him now, all welcoming him.
Grief is a core survival mechanism, and your description is spot on. Trying to bounce back right away is like trying to decide not to be indoctrinated or trying to un-sculpt a topiary. You might have the logical blueprint, but the emotional reactions etched into your perception process will need time to slowly adapt to the new normal.
It’s comforting to me to think that moving forward from a loss and continuing to find moments to add to the highlight reel means I don’t have to avoid thinking about those I’ve lost. I can see them again when the time comes for me and my own highlight reel starts playing. I’ll have so much to share about the life I built. That’s the real treasure in heaven, and it includes something as simple as incorporating “OH NO, SATAN!” into my repertoire of reactions. (Is that the pope?)
I hope you find solace in the person you are and the relationship you built with your dad. I know there’s no guarantee those bonds will happen just because people are blood relatives, but it sounds like you have your own highlight reel that’s much longer than his slide show. Nothing can take that away from you.
Congratulations on your escape from the cult of that particular 1800s pedophile.
Out of curiosity, was that the same cult that has the special undergarments? “Pedophile” isn’t one of the usual complaints I have heard against the founder of that one (plenty of other stuff, much of it *quite* well documented), so I’m wondering if I’ve somehow missed some other cult founded in that particular time period.
Don’t worry about us, dude. Take the time you need. We’ll can wait.
I truly understand what your going through, my mother passed away suddenly 8 years ago, and even if you are expecting it, it’s still a shock. More so if you’re doing CPR and it wasn’t enough. Take all the time you need, we will still be here when you’re ready.
Please go ahead and take as much me time as you need . As much as we all greatly enjoy this strip, I personally would not be able to enjoy it if I thought that it was The source of you having health problems.
My condolences to you and your family. Ditto on take all the time you need. Especially going through the house. I’m sure you will find things that will bring back lost memories. Savor them.
Oh. My sincere condoleances.
At least you had a bit of advance warning, and an organized Dad that apparently thought of everything and everyone.
My own father died in front of my eyes in the ground of the kitchen, drowning in his own blood from ruptured bronchi after a succesful but too aggresive lung cancer treatment, 16 days after my 18th birthday.
My parents had kept me completely out of the loop about his cancer so I could finish my last year of school before University without worrying … and that failed spectacularly.
29th april, still two months for the final exams …
At the “crucial” moment, I reacted like a trained EMT, called “911” (different number here), opened all the doors of the house leading to the kitchen, brought on all the lights on the way, put my father on his right side thinking he was just bleeding and wanting to avoid him swallowing his blood (right side to avoid compressing the heart under the weight of the body, and I did not know the bleeding was internal and flooding his lungs), comforted my mother as best as I could, called “911” a second and a third time, yelling on the third time and getting told “Mr it’s been 26 seconds since your first call, the ambulance is on the way”.
I was cold, focused, so high on adrenaline seconds felt like hours, and emotionnally numb.
I aced my exams two months later, I don’t even really know HOW (I was really horrible in Physics, but I managed to score a 16/20, the highest I ever had over six years at that school), I got a 20/20 in French, Latin, History, Biology, Chemistry, 18/20 in Maths, Geography, Informatic (on a Commodore 64 before the internet even existed), English, Dutch and Ethics (yes, French is my native language, I’m fluent in English with a C2 ELAO score at 98.7%, and I also speak Dutch, Italian, Spannish and German at “beginner” level, I can read but not speak Latin, Ancient Greek and Nordic Runes [there’s no real way to actually speak “dead” languages, since we lost the exact pronunciation of most words, except for Latin poetry and theater, where we actually have Scantion and Harmonic notations literally engraved in stone of said poems and pieces] and was dispensed form doing the Physical Education practical exam due to being dosed on enough Valium, Prozac and anti-depressants to put a herd of elephants to sleep.
I entered University in the Medical Faculty in september of that year, managed to get an average of 14/20 in all courses and then … completely broke down.
Catatonic, not eating, not drinking, locked in my mind watching the movie of the 2 minutes of my father’s death again and again and again broke down.
Then I went into a suicidal phase were nothing mattered, driving my car at the maximum possible speed on the highways IN THE WRONG WAY OF CIRCULATION (called “ghost drivers” here), drinking about 3 bottles of vodka and bourbon every day while still taking anti-depressants and anxiolythics, starting fights with half a dozen people at a time hoping to get hurt enough to actually feel something again, and much worse involving illegal activities that I’d rather not write on the internet.
I managed to not kill anyone nor myself, that’s a relief in hindsight. Then I met someone that managed to get through my broken mind by brute strength, and after breaking both my arms, hands and a leg that someone gave me the number of a psychiatric center. Still one of the two true friends I have to this day, that someone, every other person I’ve met has either used me or discarded me.
I took me two years of psychoanalysis and therapy to be able to function again, and I still have PTSD and nightmares to this day, more than 30 years after those events.
I know that the days ahead of you will be hard, horrible, and that it will take years to get back to a semblance of normalcy (and just a semblance, we only have ONE [maybe two] father[s]), please take really good care of yourself, don’t be afraid to get all the help available, do not EVER clam up and keep your social circle and family closed off like I did, and don’t worry about your readers, most of us know (often personnaly and viscerally) what it’s like to lose someone dear to us.
To those readers that WON’T understand what our dear author is getting through here : either educate yourself, or do a favour to the global genepool and go swim in an active volcano.
I won’t wish on THOSE people the loss of a beloved person, because I might be a borderline sociopathic arsehole with a bunch of mental issues and a lot of hate in store but I still have enough empathy to feel the pain (physical or otherwise) of those suffering.
@DaveB, take care of yourself, your loved ones, your family, and try to stay sane. You’ll get my email with this reply, if you ever feel the need to talk(write) with a total stranger that went through the traumatic deaths of every member of his familly (except my mother, and she’s not doing well at the moment), and much more besides, but still managed to claw back to sanity and survive for 30+ years, I’ll be there with NO judgement and I hope usefull things to say(write).
My dad was the same about the “organized to die” part and… it still didn’t make it any easier. Makes you wonder why is so complicated but that’s life… and death, i guess.
Hope you’re well and if not, hope you get better and look for help.
P.S. I wouldn’t mind more of that quasi-chibi style. Looks fun.
My wife died 1.5 years ago (07/11/23), just five days after her 55th birthday. She passed away at home, in my arms. I clung to her like she was my second skin, crying silently for roughly five hours when my sister in law came in and gently said we need to call the mortuary to come get her. Her passing was a gift as she had brain cancer and was no longer herself at all. She was a lawyer, and at the end I had to tell her how to use the toilet. I’m now stuck in pretty deep depression, it doesn’t help that few months later my mother in law passed away, and on the same day my BIL’s son (40 years old) passed away as well. 2023 was a really shitty year.
Dave, seek therapy, it will help. I have another appointment today and I’ve been very lucky to get a good one right off the bat. Also, take the time you need. Stop with the monthly pin ups. That will save you time, and you’ll still have comics coming up since you’re worried about people leaving if no new content is there.
Take care of yourself Dave, don’t forget to shower or eat. Stick to routine if that helps.
Regards,
Qik
When it comes to regrowing limbs and other such large wounds it is fascinating to see different series and settings come up with reasons why they can’t or restrictions on doing so, showing the limits of what their magic can do.
Usually its a matter of power and where the matter comes from. A general idea is matter can’t be created from nothing in most magic systems so forcing the body to do something it wouldn’t naturally do “regrow a whole limb” is very taxing on the body and on the spell caster. So it becomes a long process, a hospital stay, where the limb grows back slowly and requires regular check up to make sure it is growing back correctly, muscles, bones, all setting right.
Some will add that healing magic at that level draws out the life force of the target and/or user so can’t be done quickly. Another here is in many settings monsters are explained away as “mana constructs” so creating a whole limb out of mana quickly may run the risk of “mana mutations”…so monster arm, cursed limb, five years down the line a mistraced mana vein reacts to an eldritch signal and now your arm has exploded into tentacles.
others its a matter of how their magic system works, its simply not something they can do, or like say those systems where a person has to feel and visualize what they are doing and have full understanding of it/belief in it. Like an Aquamage can’t just “blood bend” because they don’t know or feel how the water is distributed through the human body and its cells or work through the target’s own magical defenses. So with healing they can see and visualize “stop bleeding, stitch up torn tissue” but not visualize how the limb grows and every detail correctly.
there are some where healing is considered a seperate “holy magic” or biomancy is this whole other thing and its actually easier to have magic prosthetics…even organic ones, but there may be a price to pay. Yeah we can use your cells to grow a limb but we need to mix it with the blood of an animal that can regrow a limb (alchemical chimera methods) so now you have a weird scaly arm, starfish or newt arm that has to be kept wet. Or they go even simpler and graft a plant arm onto your body or a simple golem prosthetic. This same avenue the above mana mutation monster limb might be done on purpose. “We can’t regrow a human limb, but we can make a new one out of mana and raw materials” resulting in some mana based monster arm. *Same settings though also have this as a black magic back alley practice for soldiers and mercenaries to get monster parts inserted into their bodies or super powered mutations.
I could go down each of the seven types of magic and an example from each, but I digress. One other example here in the effed up category that feels like the above but with extra steps in the black magic category is the idea of creating a limb, but needing (anima) to activate it and connect it to the reciepient’s “soul” so they turn an animal into a limb, or grow the limb but bind the soul of an animal to the limb to act as the anima to then bind the arm not just biologically to the person but sow into their soul…this is chimera and mana mutation but with extra darker steps. and with its own mental and physical side effects. Like we grew you a limb, had to sacrifice a squirrel to act as its life force so after we attach it to your soul/anima is going to be mixed with a squirrel so you might experience some fur growth, a tail if you are exposed to too much mana/aether, and a craving for nuts and a phobia of dogs and other canines.
Sorry about your dad. I don’t mind you taking some weeks off, but bleeding off casual lurkers is a legitimate worry, so you do you. The science corner is a lovely interlude, and I’m more of a story-guy than an art-guy anyway, so I don’t mind simple art at all. Take the time you need, your science corners are really interesting.
Regarding your coma-binder: Just use one entire A4 page that says: “I ATEN’T DEAD” (like Granny Weatherwax from Discworld) and tell your wife to post it wherever you need it to be.
Regarding sharing personal stuff in the description:
I think you don’t need to worry about that. Anyone who takes time to read the commentary is already losing their immersion into the light-hearted humor of the comic. Also, even when it might feel like a therapy session it’s still fine, because to me it doesn’t feel as if the artist is dumping their problems on me, but instead it’s one more reminder that everyone has problems, which is good because sharing problems and talking about feelings happens rarely IRL when you’re a dude.
My father died in 2000 (lung cancer – not the way you wanna go, folks. Quit smoking today.), my mom in 2019 (complications of Dementia). I took care of my Mom in her last five years, in concert with my sister and older brother (my sister and I did most of the heavy lifting). I’m still a little bit f’d up from that, five years later.
The death of a parent is one of the hardest things you’ll do in life – you *need* to take some time to catch your breath, heal, reflect. We can wait – do the work, please.
May the Eternal be with you and yours as you all heal.
“Allow me to explain…”
Inez Fressange, ‘Martian Successor Nadesico’
I’m sorry to hear about your dad.
While I’ve not been through something like that, I can relate on a certain level. My 34 year old step son (a brittle Type I diabetic on dialysis because his diabetes killed off his kidneys) just went into surgery today where they not only had to repair a fistula that’s being prepped as an alternate hemodialysis site… but they also removed half of his left middle finger. That’s just the starter, because on the 10th of the month, they’re taking both of his legs just below the knees because (like the middle finger), both of his feet have what’s known as “dry gangrene” covering about 50% of the surface. (That’s basically necrotized tissue that’s mummified and spreading very slowly rather than normal necrosis that spreads faster.)
It’s either they take his legs, or his legs take his life. His mom is completely stressed, as is his sister (my daughter), and I’m having to maintain and basically be their base of stability through all of this. I’d already accepted that he would be living with us for the rest of his life… but this is a major, life-changing surgery set. And with his diabetes, his kidneys (he’s on the transplant list still, fortunately) and losing both legs… we’re not entirely sure how much longer that’s going to be. As difficult as things have been between us for a long time, they’re getting better because he’s finally seeing how committed I am to this family. (I bring him to and from his dialysis sessions, he’d in a wheelchair and bedridden, so I’ve had to help as a caregiver much of the time, and so on… when many step-fathers would throw in the towel. I’m not trying to pass myself off as a saint, because I’m not one. But facts are facts.)
Grief is grief… Whether it’s the loss of a loved one, the loss of a marriage, the drastic life change of a loved one, and many other things.
It sounds like you have the resources in place to weather this situation better than many.
And don’t worry if you need to take a couple of weeks of hiatus for self-care and taking care of your family situation. Your loyal readers will be here waiting until you get back if that becomes necessary. And sometimes you have to put the rest of your life first before something like this. (As for me, I work weekends and have arranged to take the weekend after my step-son’s major surgery off and have measures in place to take a second weekend off if needed because my family needs me and my boss understands that.)
Sorry about your father. I know it hit hard when it happens, no matter how much you expect it.
About the comic, I am sure you know better what to do, but you could consider halving the comic load (once a week) if it is necessary, if you don’t want to interrupt altogether.
Can’t tell you how sorry I am about your dad. Hit me like a ton of bricks when Dad died, and still comes to mind frequently, 20+ years afterward. Please take all the time you need. In the aftermath of Dad’s death, my attitude was IDGAF, and I was ready to battle anyone who crossed me (same thing happened when Mom died too). It’s just not fair that everyone (in the world) doesn’t stop and mourn with you, and that pissed me off. Hopefully you’re more mature than 34 year old me. God Bless you and your family with the strength for the coming days.
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Lol… that made me think of the Engineer in Born to Run. At one point, an old engineer who had been contracted by a Seiliegh-run racing company to build non-ferrous engines for them, was accosted at his home by an UnSeiliegh bansidhe. Terrified that he was about to be killed, he threw some iron shavings into a high velocity shop fan and ripped it some new ones to repel it. Later, while preparing for battle, he had a seltzer bottle with him. A nearby elf offers to bless it turning it into Holy Water. She is shocked to see the reaction in the water with magic and iron. He placed iron powder in the water prior to making it a pressurized Anti-fae Holy Iron Seltzer Water Super Soaker. Though in the end, it was a revolver that served him better.
Sorry about your dad. With mine, ‘slow-moving crash’ was about the right description as well. The grief didn’t go away, but I have more space for it these days over fifteen years. All you can do right now is be gentle with yourself.
Also: limb regeneration is (sort of) a thing! But only in the same way Lovelock made surviving cryo a thing by microwaving a frozen hamster in the fifties. It’s a salamader’s tail principle, but there are some cases where a mammal can regenerate a limb with electrical stimulation up to the nearest complex joint: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4683620/
Sorry to hear about your father. When mine passed away, five years ago, I had just visited him in Germany four years earlier, and it seemed so weird that he’d just be gone that soon. I still have times when I want to share something with him and then realize I can’t. May the memory of your father always be for a blessing.
Long time lurker, and short time patron here. I’ve been looking for updates on your webcomic every Monday and Thursday for many years now, and it is probably no exaggeration to say that having a new page of an awesome series ready to read every few days has gotten me through some of my darker days. At times in my life when I felt lost and hopeless, having something to look forward to on a regular basis helped me immensely. I’m sure the same can be said of many other fans of your series.
The passing of a parent though, is something I wish everyone could put off for forever, and you have my heartfelt condolences for your loss. I am fortunate that I still have both of mine. Despite what I said above, I know that I personally would not care if you took a few weeks off to tend to your personal affairs; in fact, I would encourage it, and I’m certain many of your longtime fans would say the same. Even if your father’s organizational skills make the technicalities of dealing with his death much easier, I expect that working through your loss will be an arduous affair. Take all the time you need; your fans will still be waiting when you come back.
I had a weird shower thought
It is possible to accidently be a father, grandfather, and great-grandfather to the same kid….
Girl goes to rock concert gets pregnant from band member, she dosn’t know who father is because she sleeps around has daughter who 17- 18 years later who grew up listning to band go’s to concert, gets pregnent by same band member
and because mothe like daughter dosn’t know who father is 17- 18 years later has a daughter who does the same because she fits his type has another kid.
This could have happend any time from the fifties onward.
I disagree; this could have happened at any time since the invention of music. Being the child of a woman and a “really cute drummer”, conceived in a 1960 Chevy, I should know. :-D
Cream pies you say… in Dabbler’s Science Corner… Mmhhmm. There certainly seems to be a lot of learning in this corner without much humor.
My Condolences. not fun loosing someone you knew your whole life.
Mine passed in 2018 but had been expected for a few years. Alzheimer’s is not fun to watch kill someone for 5 years.
I hate the fact I personally think the whole time, that in their minds they are fully cognizant of every thing but cant express it at all. horrible way to think but i cant help it
anyway i plan to use the word zeitgeist more in casual conversation.
“My condolences on the loss of your dad” said the random internet stranger you’ve never met.
Family should always come first. If this were any regular 9-5 or 7-3 job that was worth working, your boss would gladly give you the time off you need to get things in order. Take your time. Bonus that your dad seemed to have things well in order and made it easier on you and your family.
Remember the smiles and good times. They’ll get you through the hard times.
Do you think that Sidney might ask her space friends to rescue and reactivate Opportunity? Maybe some upgrades? “My battery is low and it’s getting dark”
You have my condolences, I lost mom and most of her side of the family within 10 years so yeah, I’ve got some experience. :/
Dont sweat it if this causes you to miss a deadline here or there. This is going to be an evil 3-ring circus before it’s done with even with all the prepwork your dad did.
My condolences to you & your family. I understand the stresses this can add to your life, even if the grief isn’t debilitating (I’m going to hear my father’s will tomorrow).
As for the details of it all,… welcome to Adulting: Hard Mode. It’s OK to look for walk-throughs & advice.
Be Well,
Health and Sanity Come First ;)
I Don’t Think that Comment Was a Complaint,
It Sounded Like She Thought it Was a Good Thing…
So Of Course Dabbler Had the Rebalance The Event =^^=
reads tekst in the bottom*
Dont threaten me with a good time
Second best use of hammerspace so far.
Pardon my railgun fetish.
So sorry for your loss. I lost my father four years ago and it still hurts sometimes. My mother is 96 and still holding up, but we all know it’s just a matter of time. Take all the time you need.
Popping in as a casual lurker to give my 2 cents… if there are any of us that would give you a hard time for taking time to deal with the death of a loved one, well, they aren’t lurkers worth having around imo!
Please feel free to take the time you need, the archive page to see the latest comic is practically a home page tab for me and coming back to binge the next batch of comics was one of my fav pasttimes, but tbh the succubus battle hooked me in to keeping up with the comic now hehe
Is there some sort of algo feeding we can do btw? Like is it good for the algo to comment on every post? Engage? Click via email notification links? Anything we can do to passively help your comic grow?
First: Sorry for your loss, May the Memory of your dad never be bitter without sweet.
And The World better that for that he was in it…
He raised you, you seem to be a good person, So I don’t think I lied here…
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I also really like Dabblers Science Corner. Hope you bring it again soon.