Tuesday, February 27, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.15: Resolve



The early bird catches the worm. sometimes it's better to sleep in.

Friday, February 23, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.14: Alert This New Day





editor's note: respect to our O.C. brothers: see Dispatch:Ben for more details.

Monday, February 19, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.13: Videotape



Like magnets to metal, like magnets to a tape.


editor's note: Special Happy Birthday to "Ben" at Ben's Scanner Service who celebrates his birthday [tuesday] according to the Terms of Agreement clause [I] signed.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.12: The Wolinski Interrogation part 3: Evidence Against It


Like a tower made of several wood blocks, Detective Trousers' case is tumbling while at the same time getting stacked.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

DETECTIVE TROUSERS: HOLIDAY SPECIAL: VALENTINES DAY: THERE IS A REASON RED AND PURPLE CLASH




small print, water colour, and santana with rob thomas at 4am - it's a double-size valentines day special in 2 parts and Detective Trousers doesn't need a badge to know someone's been shooting arrows at him. The following takes place sometime after the Bradly murder.

Sunday, February 11, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.11: The Wolinski Interrogation part 2: You Can't Spell "Love" with out L,O,V, and E - This is the L.


Not even Wolinksi's lawyer can prevent Detective Trousers from breaking down what exactly went down with the Bradly and Padlilly murders. This, like an onion in a 10th grade science project, may only be dealing with one layer.

The Beat Goes On p.10: The Wolinski Interrogation part 1: Prix Fixe


Haps may favor al a carte but Detective Trousers is pacing himself for a long sit down.

The Beat Goes On p.9: Intermezzo - Sorbet


After grilling Morty the mortician, Detective Trousers and Haps clense their palate and prepare for prime suspect Wolinksi.

Thursday, February 1, 2007

The Beat Goes On p.8: The Morty Interrogation: Goes Down Easier Done Than Said




The pressure cooker is heating up as Dectective Trousers brings his friend Morty the Mortician in for a talk. The title is either a metaphor for taking medicine in pill form or something more intellegent about the late Edward Said. If anyone out there can make a connection, let me know.