MythTickle by Justin Thompson for September 16, 2022

It’s so hard to hear the fine linguistic distinctions in a pounding rainstorm.

“Curses, foliated again.”

There’s always next cycle.

Y’all should have taken the scenic root.

Only thing to do is try again, next season, next year, or eons from now!

That’s the thing, water gets to go everywhere and do everything, space travel, sky dive, congregate with friends, explore geology, saturate biology, bestow life, kill things, and swim in coffee.

As always, awesome coloring on the rain panels. One of Justin’s many strengths.

Weird.

Comedic genius…

Probably your ears (?) were water-clogged, and you misheard him.

That’s my fantasy and I’m sticking to it….

I fly a starship across the Universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I’ll find a place to rest my spirit if I can

Perhaps I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain

But I will remain

And I’ll be back again, and again and again and again and again

If you can’t follow Directions, you’ll always end up in the Wrong Place.