Pete claims my eyebrows dance when I am upset. This is in and of itself interesting, if only because such information implies that he has seen my circuits frayed enough times to decipher tells. I consider myself to be, at the worst of times, never any emotion below stoic, or less. Emotion-less that is. Some people wear their emotions on their sleeve. I keep mine in a safe deposit box at the bank. But alas, we are never as strong as we believe ourselves to be, and I am, apparently, no different. So I guess this comic is kind of about that. Another one starring two people who look something like Pete and I reacting to some thing in some way similar to how he and I might, in some circumstances.

It would be pretty cool if I could grow my hair and beard like that. I’d make a point of never looking any younger than five hundred years old.