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Tara’s Birthday, Now with Familial Drama

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That be sarcasm there in the final panel, for the slow and unknowing.

I’m not going to say any more of the situation except that whiffleball, wine, and cake helped slice the tension.

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Written by Paul

August 30, 2008 at 9:23 pm

Shredded Paper Makes Me Miss Tara

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It’s true! All of it! Every pixel and inked line!

Can’t say much more as I need to hop in the shower and get ready for the day. Today, and by that I mean August 30th not August 21st, is Tara’s birfday. Mmm. So wish her a good one, people. We’re going to BBQ it up, I hear.

MORE COMICS TO COME, I SWEARS IT.

Written by Paul

August 21, 2008 at 9:03 am

#392 – Forgot Your Cake

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Mmm cake. I miss it, actually. It provided desserts for a good six to seven days, and I kid thee not when I say it was bigger than Tara’s head. Want proof? Check out how it compares to my DS and Commerce Bank receipt:

A few more things about the upcoming changes to MyLifeComics. I’m going to stop numbering these because, while my ego gets a total stroke out of just how much I produce, it is not at all accurate and will soon grow further and further away from genuine accuracy. Yes, I’m that anal. This will be the last week of the “old school” style. And for the naysayers, back off. I appreciate the concern, but not the unsolicited advice. This is my baby, not yours.

Also, the third page of chapter one for Fortuitous Twist is now online: love it up!

Snapple Real Facts #109: Smelling bananas and/or apples can help you lose weight.

I need a dream, I need a bigger dream
Tell me if you know what I mean
I wanna live, I wanna live in your camera
Take a picture of my heart with you

– “Evidence” by Joseph Arthur

Written by Paul

July 28, 2008 at 12:00 am

#388 – Faux Birthday

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Yes, I got fireworks. D supposedly planned it all out, she said. I still don’t know if I believe her…and actually, correct me if I’m wrong oh-family-of-mine, but I think I actually used to call fireworks “boom-boom sky” instead of “bang-bang sky.” Gah. I’m a failure with words. My memory is so going…

Some many days ago, I held a little contest asking readers to name my brand new laptop. Trina destroyed the competition, offering up a name that sort of held the key to my heart: Macaroni. Here is her prize:

That’s Trina in the middle. Come on, use your imagination. You know what I’m also adding to my list of Impossible Things to Draw now…nudibranches. My attempt at such a critter is that dancing taco in the bottom right corner. Ugh. Apologizes to sea slugs everywhere!

Snapple Real Facts #18: A jellyfish is 95% water.

And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A couple of hymns of confession
And songs that recognize our sick obsessions
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ again
Sing along, I’m on the ugly organ, so let’s begin

– “Some Red Handed Sleight of Hand” by Cursive

Written by Paul

July 22, 2008 at 12:00 am

#380 – Storm Watchers

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This storm floated in the first night of vacation at the beach house. It was pretty cool, watching the lightning flashes and all, but being on the boards all by yourself (save for the lone bicyclist) around one in the morning is a wee bit freaky. Totally worth it though.

I guess I should mention that today I’m a wee bit older, even though I don’t really want to. Quarter of a century, folks. D got me this little book of Snapple Real Facts, which I’ll be tossing in these posts. So, you better enjoy them…or you won’t gain any knowledge! Take that!

And in future news, today I will eat some cake.

Snapple Real Fact #74: You share your birthday with at least a million other people.

On a Tuesday in the rain,
I never thought there’d come a day.
I never thought there’d come a day, yea.
If I put myself to the test,
would I ever raise a fist.
Would I just shut my mouth,
would I just block it out.

– “Nervous in the Alley” by Less Than Jake

Written by Paul

July 10, 2008 at 12:00 am

#371 – Bitsy’s Favorite Videogame

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Happy birthday, Bitsy! May it be filled with presents drifting from balloons, pantless chipmunks, and pixelated cakestuff! I can’t wait for you to come home for summer vacation so we can visit each other’s towns and fish and decorate our houses (by that, of course, I mean you give me rare furniture to make mine prettier). We’re almost there! Can you smell the beach, shoobies, and boardwalk za?

The birthday girl also told me to search this video out, a mesh of old school dance footage that is synced flawlessly with some rap song, which I will admit is pretty entertaining:

If I had one-fifth of the dancing skills as the lovely ladies above here have I could rule the world..

To those reading this that are not my sister (that’d be most of you), the weekend has arrived. What does that mean for y’all? I’ll be avoiding the heat, hanging out with the girlfriend, and possibly making the big purchase I alluded to earlier. You all assumed I already made it, and you know what assuming does, right? ASS-U-ME. For shame! Anyways, give me your plans. You will receive bonus points if you use any of the following three words: lull, escapade, or zenith.

No time frame, for what I need to do today
Here at the yellow house. I think I’m gonna play
With free-livin’ lads down the street aways away
As I feel the moon rise
The time that all feels is the right time
Here in our sleepy house

– “Sleepy House” by Blind Melon

Written by Paul

June 13, 2008 at 12:00 am

#363 – Tara’s Dad’s Birthday Dinner

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That’s right. For once, my memory has failed me. I blame the fact that too many moments built up in my mind and then, sorta like a balloon with too much air (no, I’m not saying I’m full of hot air), pop it went. Or is that a weasel? Moving on…

I remember wine, laughs, quiet moments, awkward unearthings, text messages, bugs in the airs, dogs at our feet, food on our plates (BBQ shrimp and pasta salad and roasted veggies mmm yum), blueberry crumble pie that was crumb-buh-lievable, faux phone calls from imaginary neighbors, Romeo below the balcony, and a somewhat heated discussion of politics which I, being a journalism major and all, politely stayed out of. It’s amazing my head doesn’t explode more often with all the shtuff I keep in it.

Question of the day: I’ve got nothing. How about you ask me something? Anything at all.

If things get real for me down here
Promise to take me back to the tune
We played before you went away

– “The Sound of White” by Missy Higgins

Written by Paul

June 3, 2008 at 12:00 am