Beowulf, Viking Pigs, and the Hustle of Comics in 2021: An Interview with Alexis Fajardo

Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I attended a small Quaker college in Richmond, Indiana (“Home of Recorded Jazz”, or so it claimed) by the name of Earlham. And it was at this college that I was introduced to its annual tradition of students attempting to outstrip their predecessors with beautiful, brilliant pranks. There were the usual half-hearted attempts at yarn bombing and such, but most of the pranks were elaborate affairs. Chickens filling the Administrative Assistants’ offices. A c...