Chapter V: XXXXII
After needing several weeks AND Wally Wood’s cheat sheet (see below) to sketch out the next few comics, I’m disappointed in myself that today’s end-of-the-month comic is sketchy around the edges. Grrf.
Sorry to say, freelance projects and some associated silliness had been adding to everything else using up all of 2016’s energy—but getting stuck in a bad situation now and again is part of the ups and downs of freelancing. I’ll be doing as much freelancing as I can find in April, but I’m trimming off some aspects. (Alas, that’ll mean not getting to work with the terrifically talented artists and writers on those projects, but in my experiences so far, these paths, unlike boring old Roman roads, always spiral around and cross again.)
In any case: it’s spring(ish)! Flower buds! Birdies! That should boost creativity and, I really hope, boost output.
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Good move, MusAlexander – keep your mouth shut and your face expressionless!
Okay, Alexander needs to be smart and thankfully he has the help of Domitia.
I love how Domitian call the sprawling complex in Alba his “little house.”
God bless the Tsar and keep him far-far away. Mus has just invented this saying that will serve his people well for two millenia.
(or alternatively. “If you please, Mrs. Emperor, can you get me away from this Loony?)
I read today that a stele was found containing 70-ish letters of the Etruscan language from around 6BC. It’s apparently a very rare find!
For Sejanti
http://blog.smu.edu/research/2016/03/28/text-in-lost-language-may-reveal-god-or-goddess-worshipped-by-etruscans-at-ancient-temple/
Poor Seianti, she never knew what killed her. Vesubius area was filled with CO2 and anybody going there died long befor the eruption.
Is Seianti dead, though? I thought she was the girl picked up by the patrol who were checking on Ati Nacna’s house, in IV/CLXXXXIX. Same cart collected Mus on its way past the scaffolding, I think.
It was so long ago, I can barely remember it myself 🙂
The Blues boss sent his right-hand man, this guy:
to go check things out up the mountain:
then right-hand man sent a rider back down to town:
which prompted Nonius to send this guy on the right:
immediately off with the cart:
The Talicus stole that other guy’s horse.
I should add more people to that Who’s Where map 😀
That’s VERY exciting. Every little bit of Etruscan writing is a good thing 😀
Thank you for the link.
So who has the kinder death? Seianti who just feels woozy and passes out or Spendusa who at least gets to mutter “Oh shit, not again.” Very much like a pot of petunias falling from on high.
Spendusa’s death was quicker than Seianti’s. She was dead before her body began to drop. The only difference is that Spendusa saw her death coming towards her while Seianti never knew what happened.
I’ve been reading a lot this past week about the old and new theories on the various demises of different groups of non-survivors on and around Vesuvius.
You’d think one would want to opt for woozy passing out over petunias…but I think I’d like to know. Even if only for a microsecond.