Come Back Tomorrow

As you can see, I've run out of steam.  Some excuses, and random panels I found in a drawer.  I didn't even draw that third panel.

A Field Guide

Short of constantly saying our names to each other, I don't have any tricks for making sure new readers know what's going on.  Maren has a theory that every member of our team has a defining gesture, so I ran with it to familiarize readers with the cast.  I'll expand on this idea for the book for sure.

Saint Maren OR Through His Stomach

Oh man.  Oh man, you guys.  I was on bar, barista-ing like mad, and Maren told me to take a break.  I thought I'd try to keep my groove rolling, until she offered me pork belly.  It was so good.  So stupidly good.  I can taste it right now.  Right now, I am tasting the memory of that pork belly.

From Where I Stand

  

Introducing Dan!  Not Delivery Dan, but Heckler Dan.  The Black Dragon has an east facing glass wall.  In the mornings, depending on time of year, the Sun can be completely blinding.  For a half an hour or so, customer are reduced to silhouettes.  I only know who I'm talking to by the sound of their voice.  My eyebrows futilely drop in an attempt to shield me from the blinding rays.  The result is the customer is quite clearly able to see an intensely glaring me, and I'm pretty sure the blob in front of me wants a small latte.

Shameless

There's something that just makes sense about Barista Powers being a show about my life, complete with unprepared, behind schedule actors making things up as fast as they can.  Complete with hecklers!  A number of customers exited the cafe yelling "you could shave the sloth!"

Product Placement

Excuses, Excuses

Don't Mean To Russia

Two Words, Sounds Like