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Please Enjoy the Music While We Adjust Our Personal Lives

Dear Loyal Readers,

Sometimes life requires a little more of our time than we would like. That goes for yours truly as well. Illness in my family, moving (a personal move, not the business), and a few other personal obligations will keep me from the regular blog for a couple of weeks (at least). In the meantime, enjoy the music of your life, and the "fillers" here at Confessions until things get back to "normal" (whatever that might be).
   Happy trails,


   The Comic Book Pusher


P.S.
This wonderful bit of animation comes via my good friend Jonathan Douglas, who, like a Mighty Hero of Legend, entered my life and added great wonders and adventures beyond the experience of mere mortals. I'll tell you more about Jon and his amazing talents in future blogs. In the meantime, enjoy the music, and the animation. -- The Comic Book Pusher

Comments

BG said…
That's one top notch animation.

While it makes sense that you went with a Superman theme, I would have done something like, "Na na na na na na na na Comics Club!" What else would you expect from a Batman junkie?

Jesse

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