When I was a kid, I belonged to a father and son group called Indian Guides (which I think was associated with the YMCA). When you joined, you were encouraged to choose your own indian name and, for the imagination impaired like myself, they had a list of suggestions to choose from. Why I chose Running Foot is a mystery to me — I’ve never been much of a runner. Perhaps it was more wishful thinking than anything. My dad was more imaginative and honest; his indian name was Running Late.

Which brings me to the point of this post (see what I did there?).

After a crazy weekend at Comic-Con, I’m trying to catch up on work and get back into the swing of things. Look for this week’s page sometime later this week.