Old, though not as old as some of the other stuff I've forced on the world.

Characters from an abortive attempt at a web comic. A divorced, failed academic, the child of the failed union, and crippled ex-soldier; sibling to the failure. Hilarity was bound to ensue. None of the characters really solidified enough in my mind to write for them, and honestly I don't draw well enough to pull it off, and God knows the world needs more poorly drawn web-comics about as much as it needs more poorly drawn furry porn.

How soon hath Time the subtle thief of youth,
Stol'n on his wing my three and twentieth year!
My hasting days fly on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv'd so near,
And inward ripeness doth much less appear,
That some more timely-happy spirits indu'th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow,
It shall be still in strictest measure eev'n
To that same lot, however mean, or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task Masters eye.