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David and Dale were at the 2005 Mocca Art Festival in NYC June 10 and 11th.

A Lesson Is Learned has been nominated in a bunch of categories in 2005 Cartoonists Choice Awards.

Dale has written a review for Mcsweeney’s in their Reviews of New Food section.


Interviewed by Xenex.org, David and Dale reveal their true ugly natures.

Dale has contributed to Ryan North's collaborative web comic project, Whispered Apologies.


Christopher B. Dino has kindly reviewed our comic in his blog, Totally Jawesome.

Here A Lesson Is Learned is discussed in a lively debate over conceptual webcomics.

There is a review of A Lesson Is Learned in The Webcomics Examiner.



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Dale, who writes the comics.

suburban and stately /
not so much parking lately /
At last precious release

Beloved readers, cool midtones, friends, and mild browsers,

It's been an exciting week here at Damage Irreversible studios deep in the forbidden forest where nobody treads and the leaves whisper at you late in the bright but moonless night and the path spreads into an endless maze in which the wary traveller may lose themselves and all recollection FOREVER! There hanging high in the secret crevices of the trees David and I watch your helpless figure-- a speck among a tangled copse, devoid of all memory, search for a brief but fleeting moment of orientation in strange stars barely revealed by a shifting canopy before you finally disappear, obliterated by the world as you have forgotten yourself.

Soon we are ready to collect your articles left scattered with no body to whom they belong, a wristwatch, the last of your dwindling water, your message undelivered, and an item-- precious and mysterious.

We turn it over in our grubby fingers like the savage monkeys we are, unkempt and unfamiliar with the oddities of the procession of civilization long forgotten. Why is it so bright? What does it mean? Can we eat it? Can we use it? Is it powerful?

Inevititably, its secrets lost, we cast it among the pile of artifacts collected of which we can determine no purpose. And wait for the next poor soul to make similar mistakes as we chitter among the trees, eyes flashing like a distant reflection of something familiar.

Astute readers, lost in our twisted maze, may recognize our grand themes by now-- cruel fate, burning, helplessness and how to help with that, the--

Where was I?

in the back,
stand up.

"You were talking about Damage's GRAND THEMES"

what's your name son?

"Chuck, I go to tech school in Texas and I'm reading the comic at my lab job right now."

I like your style!


So- the GRAND THEMES, love, death, money, myself.

We may also recognize CLASSICAL overtones, most notably the tale of Amazon queen Penthesilea, having travelled to Troy to atone for the accidental murder of somebody important, she arrives upon the cusp of the Trojan war. Pledging allegiance to Priam, King of Troy, who has just had his son, greatest of the Trojan warriors, slain by Achilles. Penthesilea, fiercesome and beautiful, succeeds in routing the Greeks until Achilles rises from the ranks to slay her. Though accounts vary, the moment his spear pierces her he finds, locked in the gaze of her luminous yet dimming eyes, that he is hopelessly and inevitably in love with her. And as he gasps in his moment of reflection, revelation, and desire, so Penthesilea releases that last precious portion of the air in her lungs, the finer parts containing her soul, which drift upwards, escaping Achilles embrace, and he may only clutch at her lifeless body.


"But Professor Dale, aren't you starving?"

Jesus, I'm SO hungry. Why don't you feed me! I ingest my nutrients through a paypal button located at the bottom of the site.

That's all good buddies number ones! I want to say that I am glad you are here and now we are friends, and we may hold hands in the park if you wish. I am not ashamed. I am not ashamed of you though I think I could do better, and your manner of dress is shabby, and you spit when you speak. Even though I am much worse. We are happy to settle. I am glad you are here, and we can have this time together in the week. Let's talk for hours on the phone while I roll around on the bed twirling my finger around the curled chord.



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David, who draws the comics.

Death-In-The-Forest Double Espresso

As usual, everything has been left to the last possible minute, where it is at least safe for a while. While working on the new issue, I several times felt my gentle nature retreating, like a frothy ocean tide which draws away from a craggy shore. The ingredients of this savage mood are one part darkened room, one part Joy Divison, two parts homicide of my True Love, three parts restless ambition, and two parts creeping self-doubt.

My brother gave me some of his pajama pants and they fit me pretty well.

Last night was the second jam session of our newly-dubbed awesome band, Over-Educated Jam Pot. Roger, Dale and I rocked out in irregular fashion amidst the elegant ambiance of my parents' living room. They have a grand piano and Roger knows how it likes to be handled. Seriously, that boy is a musical magician of the instrumental condition. We made up a song about haunted houses that was pretty good.

So anyway, a lot of blood, sweat and tears go into bringing you ALILBTDRI every week. Seriously, it's disgusting. Ever since issue 7, I always feel like the comic isn't done when we post it, even though I spend more and more time on each one. I think they're just getting more complex, so there are more and more elements to bring into harmony. Apparently Cezanne once said -- or said repeatedly, for all I know -- that paintings never get finished, they just get abandoned. I think about that sometimes, because it makes me feel more OK.

And finally, a story: There was once a little girl named Pauline who said that she would die if she said her name three times while walking backwards. Her parents didn't believe her, and they made her do it so that she'd get over her fear. This was during their family vacation at Humbolt Redwoods State Park in California, where the oldest verified redwood stands, aged a venerable 2, 200 years. Anyway, little Pauline took three steps back, her voice quavering as she spoke her name with each step. As soon as she'd pronounced "-line" the third time, a shattering was heard above, and an enormous 2,200-year-old redwood branch came thundering down on the poor girl, stuffing her skinny body into the ground just like a horse shoe peg. Everyone thought it was really weird. THE END.

Love, David


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