Archive for June 2007
Readership diminishes greatly from Friday to Sunday night. This is both understandable and irrefutable. So, I’ll save a comic that I find to be pretty funny for Monday when I have all y’all’s attention. Man, my average reader is purrrdy. Like a supermodel or something. I have the best fans. Okay, well maybe my average reader isn’t a supermodel but one can dream…
Is this weekend considered 4th of July weekend? Is it the following one instead? Do we get two weekends of fireworks? I’m seeing some tonight. My favorite are the snake-like ones that twirl and hiss and all-around have a good time. For lack of a better term I call them “hissers” and no, you can’t use it without me suing you for $10.00.
This was my favorite thing that happened last week. I mean…come on. In public? At a bookstore cafe where everyone can see what book you’re holding up? Cah-reeeeeepy.
Seriously, they are blinding. You know how bad light reflected off of snow is? Well, times that by a thousand and you might be in the ballpark for how powerful my Irish skin can get. A mini-goal of mine is to work on a solid ankle tan, but I doubt anything will happen. I burn, and that’s it. It goes from white to red back to white. How that works is beyond me.
Do you tan? Do you fake tan? Do you turn into a walking strip of bacon under the sun for an hour? If so, yuck. And, really, why does all this matter so much?
All I can say about this is that I drew that sandwich a little too big. I think it’s larger than my head! Not that there’s anything wrong with that, no. Mmm head-sized sandwiches. Someone better trademark that before I do.
In slightly disturbing news pro wrestler Chris Benoit, his wife, and their 7-year-old son were found dead in their Fayette County home. At the moment, it seems to be some bizarre murder-suicide pact. I don’t watch a lot of wrestling now but I did when I was younger and used to think a lot about these larger-than-life characters. Namely Cactus Jack, The Undertaker, Sabu, and Ric Flair. Something like this is kind of shattering to my mind and I’m not able to wrap my thoughts around it. Benoit was a good wrestler, but that’s all I ever saw of him. Until now. Very, very strange.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand then I hung up.
This person had been calling me a few times over the last couple weeks, and despite my voice mail sounding quite manly (not really) has left numerous messages asking for Sabrina to call him back as soon as possible. I decided to answer when I saw the unknown number again and look at the grief that is given to me. Some people. Maybe Sabrina is a lost lover? Or maybe this dude’s maid? I don’t know why he so needed to talk to her and couldn’t find a clue that I wasn’t a) her or b) harboring her.
Ugh. Though now that I can text I’m thinking of sending him a quick one: Sabrina says ‘sup.
I contemplated over not posting this one or drawing something different today. But the main point of these comics is not to entertain (though I think many may), but to capture moments from my days as best as I can. Some might be happy, some might be sad. Some might involve people, some might be just little ol’ me. I want to look back on these in a few years and think…”Hmm, I remember that now.” In truth, I’ve avoided drawing certain situations and scenes simply because I was a bit apprehensive in revealing them to all.
So, the bird died and I didn’t do a thing to help it.
Also, the last four comics have all had some sort of animal in it, and the last three comics seem to have the same exact-looking trees in it. Oh well…