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I was going to set the over/under on the number of times I pee on this flight at 1.5 and tell people to bet the under, but then I opted for the venti coffee right as I was boarding, so I’m now setting it at 6.5. Bet the over.

I'm getting the sense that Isaacson is in the tank for Leonardo the same way Chernow was all over Hamilton's nuts.

Oh, sure, you guys were simultaneously artists/architects/engineers/sculptors/musicians/blahblahblah.

Riddle me this, though, gents of the Renaissance: how many Netflix shows did YOU binge watch in a day? Huh? HUH??

That's what I thought.

Slackers.

Leonardo seems totally unaware that he's living in the middle of the Renaissance.

What a moron.

Happily, this is a good bounceback from the last volume, which was like a dumpster fire inside of a maze.

Why aren’t any of you doorknobs around to play D&D with me right now?

Raised in a death cult...mom’s a psychopath...blah blah blah. You’re still kind of a dick, Damian.

I love that Leonardo’s resume was basically the Renaissance version of Joey Tribbiani’s; he hadn’t done any of the things he claimed he could do (and rumor has it that his Latin was even worse than Joey’s French).

I've been reading a lot of comic book omnibuses over the past couple of years. Omnibi? Omnibiuses? Omnibussies? Omnivores?

Whatever it is, I've been reading a lot of comics hernia-inducing collections.

“Likewise in painting, I can do everything possible, as well as any other man, whoever he may be.”

Same goes for me, but you have to swap out “painting” for “self-pleasuring into a tube sock.”

So, I’m pretty much the Leonardo of our time.

Fitz is really not doing himself any favors by being kind of an idiot.

Leonardo seems as baffled by the penis's perpetual intransigence as I am.

Chiaroscuro is my favorite way to get a flank steak. Wait--or is that chimichurri?

Art makes me hungry.

All right, you mile-wide, inch-deep dilettante; let's see what all the fuss is about.

Happy Mother's Day to all of you amazing moms out there! We're celebrating by offering up FREE copies of The Strange Task Before Me. Just comment below about what makes your mom great (or you yourself, if you feel like tooting your own horn--totally permissible), and I'll send you a copy (PDF or Kindle download link).

Thanks for all that you ladies do!

Fitz got pretty lucky in bonding with a badass wolf. I feel like if I had the Wit, I'd end up bonded with a smelly hamster, whose sole function in a fight would be to be very fluffy and and assail my opponents with the combined stink of Aspen shavings and very tiny balls of poop.

You know who's awesome? Moms. Let's do a giveaway to celebrate them.

Sometime between now and the end of Sunday, comment below to tell me your favorite thing about your mom. If you do, you'll get a copy of The Strange Task Before Me (PDF or Kindle download link (if you're in the US)). Send it to your mom if you don't want it--she'll hate it! But it's the thought that counts.

Happy Mother's Day to all!!

I love the thought of Michael Ventris happily translating Linear B while working as a navigator in the middle of a bombing raid during World War II.

It's kind of like how I happily drink Slurpees even when bullies are giving me wedgies.

Man. Things are just not getting easier for Fitz. Hobb is just killing that poor guy (literally). And then trying to do it again.

You ever seen that guy Michael Flatley dance? And you're all like, "Um...how the hell does that work?"

That's me in this book right now.

Time to dive back into Hobb's lyrical writing; here's hoping there's just a smidge more action this time around...

Somewhere in here, Byrne was clearly like, "Effing Claremont...write 718 words on top of MY beautiful art, will you? You know who else can do that? ME! I'll show you...here is 842 words on top of my art! Suck on that!"

*Beat*

"Dammit. Those were really nice pictures until I word vomited on them."

Oh, come on now; stop trying to pretend like math could be used for something practical. That’s just ridiculous.

Math is just for cool party tricks.

This is getting grim...sort of like after you eat your third consecutive item off the Taco Bell value menu.

Imagine cracking an impossible code WITHOUT computers. I can barely figure out how to put my underwear on the right way (the opening goes in the back, right?).

I totally get it if you’re insanely jealous of my fashion sensibility.

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You’re welcome, Goodreads.

Perhaps Byrne's most remarkable achievement thus far in this 1000+ page monster is to write/draw an issue featuring the Inhumans that didn't suck.

Having been ensorcelled by Fox's Conan Doyle for the Defense, it's time to put myself under her spell once more...

Bythell's humor is drier than a 21-year-old's mouth the day after his/her birthday and I love it.

Man, I wish I had a book published in 1501. The only thing I have that old is a pair of underwear. SO comfortable.