This is what you think it is. A Petrified Girlfriend T-shirt. I haven’t seen the finished product yet, but it’s available on a website that launched today, Comic Strip Tees. An excerpt from Petrified Girlfriend Chapter 2: The Forest Primeval is on the site, as are comics and shirts by no less than Mike Allred and Roger Langridge, two cartoonists I’ve admired since some very formative days for me.
Go check it out now, please, the Forest Primeval shirt is only available for the next seven days! I’ll get a cut, and every little bit helps me move out of my parents’ attic and back into the outer boroughs.
By the way, Rob Clough also reviewed the latest Petrified Girlfriend chapters this week, along with reviews of my pals Chuck Forsman, Melissa Mendes, Andy Warner and DW. It’s high comics season, folks!! How’s about we end it like this, from Virginia Woolf:
She did not move. “Tell me the truth, tell me the truth” he kept saying. He felt as if his forehead would burst. She seemed contracted, petrified. She did not move[...]“Tell me the truth,” he repeated. He felt that he was grinding against something physically hard; she was unyielding. She was like iron, like flint, rigid up the backbone. And when she said, “It’s no use. It’s no use. This is the end”–after he had spoken for hours, it seemed, with the tears running down his cheeks–it was as if she had him in the face. She turned, she left him, went away.
No joke! It’s in Mrs. Dalloway! I just read it!
