Archive for November 2007
I’m deeper than Mexico’s Cave of Swallows. I actually drew this one some time back, but constantly found ways to avoid posting it. Well, I’ve got a New Year’s resolution in the making and I figured why wait another thirty days or so to get started on it. I’ll explain more later on…
Anyways, this has been my favorite video all week long:
Lastly, weekend plans? I’ll be getting a haircut, which should please Momma Dukes to no end. How about you? Still doing that holiday shopping?
The place even had one of those telephones…with a cord. Gah! What is this, the early 1990s?
Anyways, one year ago I decided to draw a comic about my exciting (meaning not exciting) life. Weird. Is this what it’s like to be a father? Not that I birthed this baby of mine or anything…
In lieu of singing happy birthday, feel free to send me cupcakes all day long.
Here’s some more. If any of you find these remotely funny, you’re going to a bad, bad place when your candle’s soul extinguishes. Don’t worry, I’ll see you there. Bring some wine, ‘kay?
Blah blah blah blah blah. So, um, I haven’t forgotten about the 200 Sad Comics project yet, and if you all behave today I might just post some more before the day is finished. Aren’t I nice? Tell me I’m nice. TELL ME.
I can’t believe none of you got my robot’s name yesterday. Clearly, he’s called X0078941WQQ43ZA. Clearly.
Looks like I’ll be continuing the work I started with The Outback Guide for Sandra McDonald’s The Outback Stars. The second book in her space opera slash romance series The Stars Down Under will be out in March 2008, and I shall be continuing forth by drawing some scenes from the first three chapters of that one. Woo, work! Work is nice. Keeps me busy, keeps me sane.
Anyone want to take a guess at my robotic servant’s name?
I’m normally ADD with clearing out the spam comments that come in here at MyLifeComics, but being away for the holiday weekend has put me behind. I just went to check them and found this, clearly a sign that more than just badly written porn ads are in store for me in the end of all things:
Akismet has protected your site from 666 spam comments.
Consider me scared!