Dear Little Bald Bastard,
  Whose face would you least like to see on a t-shirt?

- Rabid Silk Screener

Dear Rabid,
  Mine in the morning. Between the pillow creases and the drool, my freshly-wakened mug looks like something you’d scrape off the bottom of a sewage treatment worker’s hip-waders.

  An astute reader pointed me to artist Aaron Williams and OffWorld Designs. They feature a page full of Cthulhu t-shirts, including Mr. Williams’ (much better drawn) cephaloPod design.

  You are all hereby ordered to go salve my conscience by purchasing a t-shirt. Ah, the soothing power of commerce.

  I stopped wearing t-shirts that were wittier than myself a few years back, but this new design has me pondering a reprieve on the ban.

  Webcomics OG Jeffrey Rowland (When I Grow Up, Wigu, and the semi-true journal comic Overcompensating) has a designers eye and a zeitgeist radar that’s visible from space. His t-shirt designs are consistently among the smartest and most visually appealing product to crawl out of the shameless merchandising whore-factory that is the sole means of revenue generation for most webcomic artists. If you’re a t-shirt guy or gal, and my endorsement means anything at all, you’ll buy a shirt (or twelve) at Topatoco.com. My birthday is in October.

From the Skepchick store:

*But especially for Michele.

After urging from family and friends, I’ve decided to put this comic on a t-shirt. In the interest of friendliness, I haven’t added any markup to the Cafepress.com base price, so you’re getting them for as cheap as possible. This means that I don’t make any money on them, but I’m not losing any sleep over that.

If you want a very small amount of Internet fame, buy a shirt, take a picture of yourself in it, and email a copy to oskar [at symbol] suburbanpanic [dot] com. I’ll post any pictures that I get. Unless they aren’t tasteful. In that case, I’ll post them twice.