One Year Old

First of all, apologies for this comic being a bit late. I had a busy and eventful weekend... but more on that later. First of all, I want to thank you! Yes, YOU. Because you're wonderful. 

As Sondheim said, "A vision's just a vision if it's only in your head. If no one gets to see it, it's as good as dead." So thank you for seeing my comic, and for enjoying it, and for sharing it. I wouldn't be doing this without your readership and your support. I'm looking forward to another year of Shakespearean shenanigans to share with you!

Anyways, the reason this comic is late is that I went up to the Stratford Festival again this weekend to see Christina, the Girl King (the one show I had missed on my last trip). I also ended up seeing Mother Courage and King John again. This was one of the most uniformly excellent Stratford seasons I can remember, and was made even more special by so many of the actors who took the time to chat with my when I stalked them at the stage door. It turns out actors are warm, lovely, and generous human beings. Who knew?

Anyways, here's a snapshot of my Stratford trips. I'm the unkempt-looking one with glasses.

So, along with all of you lovely readers, I want to thank the Stratford Festival for inspiring a love of theatre in me at an early age that had compelled me to devote (almost) every free waking hour I have to drawing theatre-related stick figure comics. You've totally ruined my social life, Stratford. I hope you're happy.