It’s times like this that I really wish I still had my old trench coat. It was the best coat ever. It kept me warm, it kept me dry. It would billow in the wind in just the right way. It had a slit in the pocket so I could scratch my junk without any one knowing. It was the perfect coat. The problem with a trench coat like that is the only people who can get away with wearing them are hard-drinking, chain-smoking private investigators and flasher perverts.
While not directly featuring any rockin’ trench coats, this week’s comic will have you wishing they were more fashionable, too. It’s Muktuk Wolfsbreath, Hard Boiled Shaman by Terry Leban. And it’s as noir as you can get without heavily featuring my current favorite article of clothing, and this is only because it takes place in primitive Siberia.
This blue and white-tinted tale gives us plenty to talk about, although as usual, our conversation revolves about how wrong the other person is about it. If you like the shows where both sides present their arguments without resulting to name calling, this isn’t the one for you although you probably already knew that by now.
We also talk about the following comics, but I forgot to mark the time we did so for some. I hope you can forgive me.
Our middle music was Go Balls Deep by Kazuo Sawa. How could I not use a song with that title?