04/15/20 – The Perimeter Plan Spacetrawler, audio version For the blind or visually impaired, April 15, 2020. https://www.baldwinpage.com/spacetrawler/wp-content/uploads/sites/15/2020/04/2020-04-15-audio-ST.mp3 Previous | Next First Strip First Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series | Archive | Most Recent Previous | Next First Strip First Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series | Archive | Most Recent Sometimes things are never easy. Especially if you live life in a comedy. First Strip First Series | First Strip Second Series | First Strip Current Series| Archive | Most Recent 04/14/20 – The Symbiont 04/16/20 – Needing a Host 8 Comments Efogoto April 15, 2020 at 12:25 am 7 months ago It’s the coat of Michigan J. Frog. russell styles April 15, 2020 at 12:49 am 7 months ago So the top hat and cane should be in a pocket. Jude April 15, 2020 at 1:18 am 7 months ago I wondered where Ruddock had been too but figured he was there but not shown ’cause he’s fairly short. Now though, I wonder if he’s been checking out other canines instead. Alien canine types! KnicholasG April 15, 2020 at 6:55 am 7 months ago Or he’s talking to Bikkie? Coyoty April 15, 2020 at 2:42 am 7 months ago Thuo’s Food is featuring a giant toe. Or is that how Thuo is pronounced? Does Thuo’s Food serve tofu? The Saprophyte April 15, 2020 at 10:38 am 7 months ago Looks like more of an innie than an outie. Thou’s food, home of the tunicate burger? Tim McCormack April 15, 2020 at 6:56 am 7 months ago I had figured there was a joker crouching behind the coats in the coat check, in cahoots with the coat check clerk, so I’m actually surprised that he got a coat! Pete Rogan April 15, 2020 at 9:43 pm 7 months ago I freely confess I have NO idea where this most complicated set-up is going, nor what will happen when we get there. Between Ruddock missing, Tesfay wearing the symbiont (SYMBIONT SYMBIONT SYMBIONT SYMBIONT— I’ll calm down now), Chiphu still holding the jerk alien’s wallet, and Aitana assuming de facto leadership of the Earthly four-(three?)some, i smell burning in my back synapses and hear giggling coming from the vague direction of my pituitary gland. Or it could be my amygdala about to wake from one dinged strange nightmare. Thursday’s gonna find me half gone already. Roll on, cliffhanger! Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.