Guess who’s blowin up The Comics Journal Internets lately? That’s right, it’s your old pal the Toothless Wonder: me. Not that I want to toot my own horn or anything (because I’m pretty sure that would require removing a rib, and I don’t have health insurance for that). Says Rob Clough, about Tag Team, “The clear-line style of Barrett meshed well with Chapman’s heavy ink line.” In Rich Kreiner’s review of the Caboose anthology, you may even notice a fave-bomb:

Several of those faves of mine, though, use localized experiences as the springboard for legitimate, telling — and funny — elaborations on a theme… you know who you are, penguin opining why the Center shouldn’t forsake its cold-weather isolation for a sunnier clime and you “Grown-Up Babies in ‘The Land of No Women.’”

Now, I know my Legion of Imaginary DC-Area Fans is just quivering with anxiety, wondering if I’ll be at SPX, the Small Press Xpo. I’m sorry, true believers, but I won’t. I will, however, be at a new lil’ thang called MICE, for Massachusetts Independent? Comics? Ex…poooo? I think? It’s at the Art Institute of Boston on Saturday, September 25th. So, I’ll see you there, you Brigade of Hypothetical New England Devotees.