I probably shouldn’t have said anything about T-shirts yesterday, because now readers are asking me to make them. I really don’t want to go down that path (especially since the one attempt I made to sell ToastyFrog shirts was an absolute bust), but far be it from me to fail to give The People what they want. So let’s compromise. I’ll poke around tonight and see if I still have my badge maker, and if I do I’ll put together some New Game Journalist buttons. That way you can proudly declare your pretentiousness and desire never to know the loving touch of a woman, and I don’t have to sell my soul to CafePress. And then we can all be happy, at least according to a fairly unambitious definition of happiness.
Edit: I forget that not everyone visiting this site now has been reading for a long time (and little surprise there, as poorly as I’ve maintained it), so it probably bears mentioning that the comic posted here is several years old… the point being that Cafepress has been on my bad list for a while.