Your life may depend on it! You will not be able to see his eyes because of tea-shades... no. That's the wrong lead-in.



And so the first week of the year has come and pretty much gone. Now all that awaits is the greasy slide into the rest of the year.

Where in the next couple more left over days, people will vow to buy things for next Christmas only to crack them open for themselves to slip them up for the next season.

Where resolutions made on January 1 will wobble so intensely they'll buckle like fat knees trying to keep up the weight of a few tires hovering over the air as they jump the puddle for the poodle sitting on the side won't allow a side step.

Where from here on in it's like nothing can stop you from doing what you want. Unless it happens to snap outside the bounds of decency, legality and all things ethically.

 

Christmas Day is here and it's where all the snow that's fit to fake is so fake that it doesn't even exist. Unlike the situation around certain parts of Australia.



Regular stoppers-by by the Comic Shop (aka "The place to really be") will no doubt recognise Homer Santa, or Santa Homer, who greets the peeps on the way in and out.

Previously, in years previous, his station was burning up a wind storm of inflated existence in the shop window. His current position has got to be a far better deal for him.



Merry Christmas from the Comic Shop.