Getting married in two months and there’s lots to do

There’s more thingies that could be added here, but…uh, I ran out of paper.

Two months left to live in the bachelorhood (see, that’s funny cause it’s almost sounds like living in the neighborhood), but really all that means to me is two months left until Tara time. It’s going to go fast and slow and crazy wild. Wish us luck!

Leave what you know now
Put those feelings underground
Fill your heart with strange new sound
– “Adventure Guide” by Lima (from BROTHERSISTER)

Forever LOST

I have now watched the LOST series finale twice, and I have to say that, overall, I am satisfied with its ending. But only because I am adding my own ending details to it. Spoilers ahead, but I’m sure you all knew that anyway.

See, I get what they did. They pulled the rug out from under us one last time, showing us an alternate universe for an entire season that was not so much alternate as it was imaginary. They are dead. They all died. It was going to happen anyway, given time and all, and we’re given a glimpse of them all finally coming together, one last hurrah, to move on elsewhere. It’s emotionally satisfying in that love and peace and friendship is what they wanted most, and they found that on the island, together, each in their own way.

My theory is simple. Jacob, as protector of the island, had powers. He gave Richard immortality, he traveled off the island to touch each of his candidates, thus ensuring their safety until Oceanic 815 crashed. Jacob’s mother also had powers. And if Jack had lasted a bit longer, I’m sure he would’ve discovered some too. This brings me to Hurley. He was told to do what he has always done: take care of people. And Hurley is no Jacob, with Ben passing along the idea that maybe there’s a different way to run things. So my idea is this, and this is why I’m okay with everything; Hurley used his powers as the island’s protector to give all his friends this shared sub-conscious world to live in after death before moving on.

Did I want more plot answers than people answers? Sure. What was up with the Dharma Initiative, and why were they so interested in kidnapping children? Why were some people in the church and not others? Penny was there, but she wasn’t an Oceanic crasher. So why wasn’t Miles and Lepidus there, or Faraday and Charlotte? How did Kate’s horse get on the island if the Smoke Monster could only take the form of the locally dead? Were the numbers really cursed or just ironic and things to be caught by hardcore viewers? Was the sickness real or just Smokey infecting people’s minds?

I could go on…

But it’s over. There’s no more chances, no more hints. It is going to be weird tonight to not watch a new episode, to not get a wee bit closer to unraveling one of TV’s greatest mysteries. Sigh.

But thanks for everything, LOST. I’ll see you in another life.

One Devoted Reader

The irony is, naturally, that I love people that love to read. But this man, he’s just plain bizarre. He also reads and walks, which I understand people do at the gym, but not in a parking lot.

Anyways, no apology for the lack of updates here. I’ve been busy with the following projects:

• Supertown – y’know, that comic about kids pretending to be superheroes and stuff that is so sweet your teeth hurt afterwards
• 30 Days of Women – drawing a woman, one a day, like it’s my job
• Fallout 3 – not so much a project as an obsession; in short, I love this game

Here on the eve of too long
Where you’ll think I’ve done wrong
Waking in fear of you no more
– “Dearest Forsaken” by Iron & Wine

That One Weekend in July 2009

I dunno… felt like drawing the latest weekend in terms of journal comics again because I do miss doing them from time to time despite having no future plans of returning to them:

How did your weekend turn out?

Feeling independent
I made it through another day
Having a wonderful time
I haven’t felt the sickness
I think i may have scared it away
Looks like I’m gonna be fine
– “Fix” by Pedro the Lion

Bonus Comics from August 2008, Part One

Well, still currently sick and I tried to draw last night, but got quickly frustrated and stopped. So don’t expect anything new here for a little bit. BUT…I do have old MyLifeComics to show y’all! All week-long, too. You can start bouncing in your seat now.

Back in the day I decided I’d try and make a print zine out of my daily comics, an idea which flopped because I struggled with the zine-making process and probably need help and someone to guide me along the way if I’m ever to do this again. An incentive, however, to get people interested in these were the notion of bonus comics. Y’klnow, extra stuff. I kept them hidden from the online world for too long though…

So here’s the first two from August 2008, never before seen:

Tara loves that one. She enjoys potty humor, I guess. 😛

Here’s another, with slippage, and considering our one-year anniversary was yesterday (true fact: nine out of ten people don’t care) is pretty timely:

I’ve got a Dungeon Master’s Guide
I’ve got a 12-sided die
I’ve got Kitty Pryde
And Nightcrawler too
Waiting there for me
Yes I do, I do
– “In the Garage” by Weezer

Roommates Forever

Er, yeah…anyways, today is National Cartoonists Day. Go me?

Can I pull out all the stops,
and get out of this town?
I want to make you proud,
but I really don’t know how.
– “The Permanent Rain” by The Dangerous Summer

The Burning Showergasm

Actually, that spot behind the knee, that one was more like twenty-five orgasms all fighting to be King of the Hill. So heavenly. Yes, I’ve been called a masochist many times before, a claim which I never rebuke.

Oh, don’t it hurt deep inside
To see someone do something to her
Oh, don’t it pain to see someone cry
How especially if that someone is her
– “Silence is Golden” by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons

Recepción a Otro Mundo

Okay, you caught me…I don’t actually own a mini-cactus, but if I did I’d totally place it next to my alarm clock to create these funny Full House-like situations (this is something Uncle Joey would totally do and you know it).

But yeah, somehow I’ve been oversleeping normal alarm clock and my cell phone alarm, which most people would compare to the sound of seven fire trucks all converging towards the same burning building. Huh, go figure. So, this works…for now, despite those rare mornings where I really have no idea where I am.

Also, feel free to correct my Spanish. I did what I could with it…

QUESTION OF THE DAY: How many alarms does it take to get a hobbit out of bed?

Does the couch pull out?
Are you kissed goodnight?
How is Memphis tonight?
I don’t believe that everybody’s lonely underneath it all.
– “I’m Winning the Race” by Inkwell

Watching the Clowns

Welcome to the life of a guy that draws journal comics! These things just happen, y’know?

Turns out the clowns actually live in my apartment building, and they don’t change back into people clothes after a gig so I see them from time to time in full getup getting their mail and such. Fun, fun times. Not really. I hate clowns.

I’m doomed to love you
I’ve been rolling through stormy weather
I’m thinking of you
And all the places we could roam together
– “Can’t Wait” by Bob Dylan

Don’t Say Anything Dumb is a Good Mantra

Who watches the Watchmen?

Sorry, couldn’t help myself on that one. Anyways, despite this being the 12/20/08 comic, I’m really posting it on 02/08/09 (yes, I know, it’s stupidly confusing), which means I’m back from New York Comic Con. And it. Was. Awesome! How awesome, Paul, you ask? Well, I went there with three hopes: (1) Meet Bryan Lee O’Malley and pick up the new Scott Pilgrim book; (2) Meet Aaron Douglas, a.k.a. Chief Galen Tyrol from Battlestar Galactica; and (3) buy a new Munchkin set.

Of those, the first two were successfully met, and that more or less means it was an awesome con. Definitely wanna hit it up again in October 2010. Below are three photos for y’all to enjoy (thanks, Mon!):