Hi,
I'm Friday. I'm a pretty good sidekick with pretty good side flips. Maybe we can be friends? Maybe we can read comics? I can write you a story, we can make some allegories! I hope you like fun, it is way better than guns. Eat all your vegetables!
I look a lot like Robin if you close your eyes
I think it would be really great if somewhere down the line we found out there WAS a Santa Claus™, but he’s been basing his gift to giftee ratio on Willingness To Wear Ridiculous Sweaters and Hats and the false correlation with naughty™ and niceness™ is just a miscommunication on our part. He sees you when you’re sleeping he knows when you’re awake his favorite kind of sweater is the kind where cats are wearing hats♩

I think it would be really great if somewhere down the line we found out there WAS a Santa Claus™, but he’s been basing his gift to giftee ratio on Willingness To Wear Ridiculous Sweaters and Hats and the false correlation with naughty™ and niceness™ is just a miscommunication on our part.

He sees you when you’re sleeping

he knows when you’re awake

his favorite kind of sweater is the kind where cats are wearing hats♩
“Why, yes, this IS flowery pink Nightwing V’d sweater,” I say, delicately placing a Flavor Blasted Xtreme Goldfish in your mouth. You are too busy chewing and absorbing the nutrients* that come with every Flavor Blasted morsel to say anything, but there is no need. There are no words. I silently point to the ingredients list on the flavor blasted bag. Look, there. The first ingredient. SMILES. Just like the commercials say. You are amused, maybe. Or worried. Have things gotten dangerously cheesy? No. *IDK, I guess they have…calcium and some fiber?

“Why, yes, this IS flowery pink Nightwing V’d sweater,” I say, delicately placing a Flavor Blasted Xtreme Goldfish in your mouth. You are too busy chewing and absorbing the nutrients* that come with every Flavor Blasted morsel to say anything, but there is no need. There are no words.

I silently point to the ingredients list on the flavor blasted bag. Look, there. The first ingredient. SMILES. Just like the commercials say. You are amused, maybe. Or worried. Have things gotten dangerously cheesy?

No.

*IDK, I guess they have…calcium and some fiber?

How long have I put off getting one of these scarves? Ten years? More?

Did any of us know we’d be reading those books and watching those movies and wanting to be wizards for so long?

Anyway, an itchy lack of symmetry told me I needed a new scarf. For winter, I guess. Or to complete a set of things separated by distance. Yes, that last one is maybe the one, in my heart of hearts.

I w0n’t let y0u bury it…

I forgot to actually take a photo of what was inside the sweater package—a sweater, so here’s that. It’s huge and warm and the new albums and hoodies are out, along with another update promise for 11/11/11. I haven’t posted anything about it, because a. most people are here for comic art and b. most of my friends are playing catch up with the updates and it would be nice if I didn’t spam their dashboards with ALL THE ART (God, there’s so much good art) before they reach the flash

Which got a really cool play by play by the writer himself, if that is a thing you’ll enjoy?
Oh, hey, guys, it’s me, your good friend, Time Drake, here to hack your data files and put the cookies behind the firewall and also poop on all the fun. Did you think being Robin was fun? HAHA, NO, it’s COMPLICATED, much like my algorithm for ranking every hero I may find suspicious based on eyebrow height (Note to self: Plastic-Man, extremely suspect. Look into “Stephen Colbert”.) Come back to me when you’re a champ and you’ve literally earned your own pair of wings. Or just me trying on some things that weren’t ready in time for NYCC and being sweaty.

Oh, hey, guys, it’s me, your good friend, Time Drake, here to hack your data files and put the cookies behind the firewall and also poop on all the fun. Did you think being Robin was fun? HAHA, NO, it’s COMPLICATED, much like my algorithm for ranking every hero I may find suspicious based on eyebrow height (Note to self: Plastic-Man, extremely suspect. Look into “Stephen Colbert”.) Come back to me when you’re a champ and you’ve literally earned your own pair of wings.

Or just me trying on some things that weren’t ready in time for NYCC and being sweaty.

Okay, mask test done? It’s not going to get any better before NYCC. Now to pull everything together. The spirit gum is fantastic, but not nearly as delicious as the name implies.

Alright little siblings,

It’s too hot for this, but based on my thorough investigation: Nightwing has the most comfortable costume in the DCU. And has no idea how to work this new layout thing for pictures. I just wanted a slideshow. But you know what they say. “When at the Coldstone Creamery, add some free toppings.”*

“And don’t just tip them pennies to sing, asshole. Let them do their jobs. They’re ice cream servers, not your personal court jesters.”

*That’s not a thing they say.
This was a strange day to get a cool kid shirt in the mail. Or not. I mean, it’s Friday the 13th, so I guess I get a luck reversal round today. A triple reversal kickflip off of mediocrity and into my dreams. I came home from work and the package was in my tiny mail box downstairs, and it was like someone left a pile of fucking Pope hats for the Pope and he had a Pope hat competition the next day, hot god. This thing is huge. I underestimated a Men’s Medium. But it’s too late now. We’re in this for the long haul. I’m feeling pretty fucking matrimonial about this shirt. Take a look down by your foot. See that bottle? Stomp on that shit like it’s on fire. Bro, look in my eye. That be DEVOTION, sparklin’ like a visit from your fairy fuckin’ godmother. Shit be PURE AND TRUE. So I made the shirt a dress. Or some pajamas. Or a double functional dressjama. Better grab a pillow and hold the sides of your head before that sinks in and blows your mind. Anyway, I’m not the coolest looking kid but I got a cool kid shirt, so okay. Now I’ve got to go stop some newspapers from smothering someone.

This was a strange day to get a cool kid shirt in the mail.

Or not.

I mean, it’s Friday the 13th, so I guess I get a luck reversal round today. A triple reversal kickflip off of mediocrity and into my dreams. I came home from work and the package was in my tiny mail box downstairs, and it was like someone left a pile of fucking Pope hats for the Pope and he had a Pope hat competition the next day, hot god. This thing is huge. I underestimated a Men’s Medium. But it’s too late now. We’re in this for the long haul. I’m feeling pretty fucking matrimonial about this shirt. Take a look down by your foot. See that bottle? Stomp on that shit like it’s on fire. Bro, look in my eye. That be DEVOTION, sparklin’ like a visit from your fairy fuckin’ godmother. Shit be PURE AND TRUE. So I made the shirt a dress. Or some pajamas. Or a double functional dressjama. Better grab a pillow and hold the sides of your head before that sinks in and blows your mind.

Anyway, I’m not the coolest looking kid but I got a cool kid shirt, so okay.

Now I’ve got to go stop some newspapers from smothering someone.

The Batman and Flash shirts I was really excited about showed up in the mail the same day my mom found the Batdance record at a flea market. So now I have a bounty of baseball tees and a record I can play by making a makeshift record player out of paper. If you’re too young for the old Bat-movie hype, this insanity is what happens when you let Prince tackle Batman. Figuratively. 

So to celebrate I wore my Batshirt a few days ago and pretended I knew what I was doing when I used anything but my jeans. No one asked me to save them, but I assume it is because they were too intimidated by how vengeance and the night I was being. A baby on the train was really into me, though. She kept looking at me and waving this toy around. “Settle down, chum” I told her. “You’re not quite old enough to be a Robin yet.” But that only encouraged her theatrics.

Also, I grombled down some sushi at my desk in front of the new hot music intern with little to no shame. Fuck you and your horn-rimmed glasses, new guy. This stuff is expensive. The symbol on this shirt doesn’t stand for “Chick Who Doesn’t Gromble Food At Her Desk Like a Badass”.

I am still learning clothes. I think I will roll around in this dress for Mom’s day and make my mom some foods. Be good to your motherly figures and always drink your Ovaltine and do your homework and rest your eyes every few hours when on the computer.
This is like 4 days late, but I have been sleeping all the time, and I’ve been postin’ up all my Batgirls and Batwomen and Alfreds and eating grapefruit while dancing to some Ace of Base because: priorities. So, hey, drafts folder, what’s up. I got a Superman shirt and turned it into a Super-outfit maybe. If I had my cool glasses it would maybe be a 90s (early 2000s?) Superboy outfit. Lately I’ve been trying to figure out clothes that aren’t just pants and t-shirts or that one dress, so I figured superheroing would be a good way to learn. I’m already figuring out large belts. But also I lost my arms in the process. Here, have the real deal:

This is like 4 days late, but I have been sleeping all the time, and I’ve been postin’ up all my Batgirls and Batwomen and Alfreds and eating grapefruit while dancing to some Ace of Base because: priorities. So, hey, drafts folder, what’s up. I got a Superman shirt and turned it into a Super-outfit maybe. If I had my cool glasses it would maybe be a 90s (early 2000s?) Superboy outfit.

Lately I’ve been trying to figure out clothes that aren’t just pants and t-shirts or that one dress, so I figured superheroing would be a good way to learn. I’m already figuring out large belts. But also I lost my arms in the process.

Here, have the real deal: