A grand old exclamation is that: Cor Blimey! One that I would hear exclaimed by me ol’ grandad (may he rest in peace) on numerous occasions. The origin of this seemingly innocuous yet highly profane curse was explained to me thusly:
“Cor” is an olde englishe slang for god (or God as Christians would have it). “Blimey” is more slang, an amalgam of the two words blind and me. Cor Blimey = God blind me.
And speaking of blinded, I am being blinded by the glare of brilliance emanating off of Santiago’s pencils for Christian Major’s Deutschmaschine. Page after page is nailed and shipped to Devon for inks. Devon works her magic with analog inks by printing San’s pencils out and applying inks over mylar. I work that way myself sometimes. Luis is rendering sublime colours (natch!).
Jason Cook’s Blake Undying is fast approaching the finish line. Crucial in that Kuba will be completing Tom Irony’s Slaughter Inc. once his Blake chores are complete. In fact, Kuba has already begun work on Slaughter by working on Page 22 and completing it backwards until he meets up with the last chronologically completed page. Which was 7, before we were so rudely interrupted.
See You in the Funny Papers!
Julian
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