Ohhhhhh. Now I get it.
This is the way the arc ends This is the way the arc ends This is the way the arc ends Not with a bang but a whimper.
Jamie will frequently – frequently, mind you – inform me sotto voce that the woman who just passed us on the sidewalk (stood next to him at the ATM, validated his parking ticket, et al.) was checking him out. Which is weird, because a) since when do women find aloof musicians who ride motorcycles attractive? and b) I never notice women checking me out. The only logical explanation is that I'm simply failing to pick up on the signals.
A brief touch on the arm. Dilated pupils. The subtle presentation of the inner wrist. Are you freaking kidding me? If my God-given perception could pick up details that minute, I wouldn't need the glasses. Show a little mercy, ladies. If I were attracted to you, I'd at least have the decency to engorge my penis with blood.
Since I'm at a loss for an elegant segue to this week's debate, I'll just use this space to say thanks very much for indulging us in the last month as we tried something new with the comic. Feedback has been very positive, so we'll definitely try another storyline before too long.
-Graham
