Off and on over the last few months I’ve considered hanging it up once I finished the third year. I’m stubborn enough to insist on seeing each year through, barring a catastrophe severe enough to render it actually impossible, so you were always going to see this many comics before I called it quits.

But… I don’t think I’ve done everything I wanted to do with Quacked Panes yet.

So you’re stuck with me for another year… starting June 4th. I’m taking a proper break this time. As you read this I’ll be in Las Vegas at a work-related conference. (No, I don’t gamble nor do I like the desert heat, so it’s not much of a vacation.) Then I’ll spend a couple of weeks resting & recharging my creative side, followed by a couple of minor improvements around the site and the start of our fourth year of… whatever it is you want to call what we do around here.

See you in June, folks! And thank you, again, for sticking with me all this time. It would only be half as much fun without you.

Kylanath and I took Rex and the camera to the Stumptown Comics Fest last weekend, briefly hobknobbing with the likes of geek-about-town Aaron Duran, the gracious Jake Richmond of Modest Medusa, and the adorable Shing Yin Khor of Marlowe The Monster. We both spent all of our cash on hand, and walked away happy customers. I even got enough usable pictures to make you this comic! All-around win, I figure.

This comic is brought to you by the letter Z, the number 3, and the horrid luck I’ve had with catching Zs for the last three nights.

Ugh.