I’m liking the fact that Leo, like many a creative genius, is a slave to intoxicants. He’s like the freaky love child of Bon Scott (or whatever musician that died of alcohol poisoning that you prefer) and Spock. He’s the Hemmingway of science, the Jim Morrison of engineering. It can only end in disaster.. and I’m looking forward to it.
I’ve loved this comic from afar for days, but didn’t now how to express it. Perhaps it was sadness at not having “Dancing robot finger powers” of my own that stilled my tounge.
March 20, 2007 at 11:42 am
I’m liking the fact that Leo, like many a creative genius, is a slave to intoxicants. He’s like the freaky love child of Bon Scott (or whatever musician that died of alcohol poisoning that you prefer) and Spock. He’s the Hemmingway of science, the Jim Morrison of engineering. It can only end in disaster.. and I’m looking forward to it.
March 20, 2007 at 6:19 pm
HAHAHAHAHA
nice work, guys.
March 22, 2007 at 12:19 pm
I’ve loved this comic from afar for days, but didn’t now how to express it. Perhaps it was sadness at not having “Dancing robot finger powers” of my own that stilled my tounge.