Seriously, I looked down while fixing lunch and was bleeding profusely.

Fun, eh?

THEY WENT WRONG OH SO HORRIBLY WRONG

I managed to break free of it's starchy clutches. The creature's contained... for now.



_{fuck the truth. this is cooler.}

My cat, Rocky, has begun flirting/playing with the stray cats on the porch through the window.

This usually involves him running at me at full speed while I'm reading in my favorite chair,
jumping off my crotch onto the back of the chair and spending the next twenty minutes
smacking me in the head with his tail while he swats at the window and
pines desperately for sex he can never have.

He hasn't figured out he's been neutered yet.

It's just the metal of the cross reacting to my sweat and creating a skin-irritating acid,
but that doesn't really make for good comics does it?

I had a pair of glasses that did the same thing. Back in Sixth grade we'd be in gym
and the metal on the glasses would turn my sweat green.

My friend Brett told me I looked like a Gatorade commercial.

Jerk.

Yeeeeeah...
So I went out and bought bread today!

wtf transparent John Simm head...

Really now, what the hell?
I buy them so I may enjoy them on a sandwich or perhaps a salad and I get them home no more than 20 minutes later and

BAM.

They're mushy and smell greatly of fecal matter.
WHAT. THE HELL?

( More you say?  )

I bitched out a stapler today.

The stapler had it coming, though. Dude's a jerk

Anyway, had overly busy day with taking Mom to the hospital and came home to a
stapler that refused to staple resumes and minicomics.

Obligatory: [link]

Also: CHRISTMAS/CHANNUKAH/WHATEVER CARDS SIGN-UP.

OOOH YES.

I'm just gonna make a bunch of the same card instead of last year's fiasco where I drew a different card for
all 20-some odd people and didn't get them all sent out until mid-January.

SO THEN:
Just reply to this entry or send me a PM with your name and mailing address and you'll get a card.
Comments will be screened or whatever so the only psycho seeing your info will be me.

CUT-OFF DATE IS 12/1/09

WORDSWORDSWORDSWORDS
Uhhh... yeah. Loud goddamned copier and $.20 black and white copies. Hurrah.

But guess what has two thumbs and 30 copies of a minicomic to put together?

THIS GUY.

HELLO! I'M BRIAN BLESSED.

I can't wait for no one to get this...

Does anyone else have this issue with their iPod?

Anyway: Today I found that I've lost a total of 31 POUNDS!

FUCK. YES.

I also got a flu shot today and I'm super freaking tired and feel like someone just stood there
and punched me repeatedly. Hence me not bothering with coloring.

blagh.
 

Totally.

I could almost use this for a collected book of journal comics, couldn't I?
 

Someone asked me yesterday that if Freddie Mercury was employed as
my housekeeper, then who was the garbage guy?

Well, now you know you poor sod.

Also: note the piss poor imitation of The Umbrella Academy's background coloring! Hurrah!

Freddie Mercury came back to life and now works as my housekeeper. Srsly.

Actually I had Queen's "Somebody To Love" stuck in my head all day, but
I figured this would make for a more interesting comic.

Sue me.

"ZOMG"?

No, Mr. Butcher. WTF.

...Really now, what the hell. I never play Engie!!
I usually play Scout or Pyro ferchrissakes!


*edit* fixed a grammatical error...

Thumbnailed scene from my next mini that I'm cutting because I can't draw people sitting in a booth well.

Also, not happy with Clay's (beardy fedora-guy) design.
 

Seriously Raimi, its like you WANT people to die of liver failure.

Dick move, man. Dick. Move.

And sorry for the shitty Bruce Campbell likeness. I didn't have a reference pic.