Proof is in the pudding

I refuse to acknowledge this dumb "holiday" today, so rest assured there will be no mention of love or flowers or romance.

Okay, I totally lied. There may be a little bit of love. Of the fictious variety.

Local awesome guy and publicist for Fantagraphics, Eric Reynolds, jokingly threw in his name as a potential father of a daughter of a certain fallen hero to white trash around the world (I cannot bring the name to my lips for fear of my internal rage).


Seattlest, a blog recounting local news, responded. My only explination is that the excess in coffee consumption makes us a bit jumpy. And hilarious.