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!):

The First Big Snowstorm of the Season

Here’s how one of the photos turned out.

Of course, since then, Clifton’s been slammed a high number of times with dumpings of snow and it is no longer as exciting as it once was. Unless you’re six years old, and then it rocks because it definitely means one thing and one thing only: day off of school. Ah, nostalgia is washing over me as I type. Let’s end on this note then…

We’ve only got one chance to put this at an end
And cross the patron saint of switchblade fights
You said we’re not celebrities, we spark and fade
They die by threes, I’ll make you understand
And you can trade me for an apparition
– “Our Lady of Sorrows” by My Chemical Romance

The First Snowflake of the Season

Made you look! Sideways.

Question of the day: So…snow, love it or hate it?

Personally, I’m a big lover. From the Calvin and Hobbes comic strips to Lucy’s first experience in Narnia, snow has always played an important part in many things that I like. My mother hates it and lets this fact be quite known; I merely sympathize with her as much as I can, but otherwise I lurve it. Speaking of Narnia, here’s a photo from two years ago of what my apartment complex looks like all covered in snow:

There seems to be a possibility that we might have a white Christmas this year as well. That’d be yummy, very much so.

I’d throw rose petals at her feet
And feed her all that she could eat
A thousand kisses I would send her
I’d make her be my valentine
I’d wash my mouth with turpentine
I’d even like her if she changed her gender
– “Erin with an ‘E'” by The Impossibles

Momma Dukes Takes My Picture

Don’t hate, she’s still getting the hang of this…technology thing. Did you know they say “whiskey” in Latin American countries and “potato” in Spain when it comes to picture-taking? No? Well, now you do.

Now if she does it like this
Will you do it like that?
– “Shake It” by Metro Station

Not Used to Friday Nights Anymore

Totally unrelated to today’s comic strip, here’s some photos of women that absolutely horrify me and provide proof that, er, men should do the heavy-lifting.

Never mind the wind, never mind the rain
Never mind the road leading home again
Never asking why, never knowing when
Every now and then, there he goes again
– “My Traveling Star” by James Taylor

The History Channel is a Big Mistake

Yup, one year from now, I know exactly what not to do before going to bed…

Since this place is becoming one big wasteland of sad things, I’m going to show you all a picture. Now, this is certainly not the most amazing photo this side of the Hudson, but it is, at the moment, my new favorite thing. Heck, I even made it my Facebook profile pic and I rarely change those thingies around. Just goes to show. Anyways, a little backstory: Tara and I were hanging out on her back porch, enjoying the warm weather and fooling around with the Photobooth application. I said to Tara, “Okay, now let’s make angry faces.” Then, if memory serves me right, she said, “All right.” As in, yes, I too will make an angry face (this will be clear in a moment). THREE…TWO…ONE…click:

Labor Day Events, Plus Lady Photos

EDIT: Sorry about the fuzzy artwork. Scanner still hates me with a passion.

How was your Labor Day, if you celebrate such a thing, that is?

Also, to further demonstrate my love for women with short hair, let’s take a look at some of my favorite musicians (their hair has nothing to do with their music, but it’s sort of like an extra bonus, y’know):

#387 – Dogwave Dream

…and I like dogs. Go figure.

It was a busy weekend, hence the abnormality above. Will get back to the regular MyLifeComics style for the remainder of the week’s stories, which, amazingly (or sadly, depending on how you look at it), are still about the vacation. So yeah, must get a move on with them. As well as Fortuitous Twist. And Trina’s underwater extravaganza. And the short stories pleading for me to finish them. Oi…

Welcome to Monday!

Snapple Real Facts #223: The Basenji is the only type of dog that does not bark.

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.
– “The World I Know” by Collective Soul

The Return of the Jedi/King/Hobbit

Well, I’m back. As shown below, vacation has been had:

(Copyright goes to Bitsy, sneaky photographer extraordinaire)

So yeah, I’m back and burned and bummed about no more vacation and brimming with ideas for comics and new thingies and whatnot. There will be no update tomorrow as I…well, cause I said so. But come Wednesday, y’all will get your MyLifeComics fix for sure! I hope everyone had a nice Fourth of July weekend or if you aren’t a fan or inhabitant of the U.S.A. a really swell weekend regardless. It’s back to the daily haul…

Seems the time has come for banging our feet to the ground
Seems the time has come to see if the world is round
Sweep the smoke away
Reach the earth today
But if the world is all wrong
I won’t be staying long
Keep it cool inside, if it’s strange, outside
– “Outside” by Nick Drake

#282 – Dogsitting

First, here’s my new rule on colored comics. I will only color them when I a) feel like it or b) have the time to. So there. If you see one in black-and-white, just know that I was busy and it isn’t necessarily a reflection on my lurve for all of you.

Second, let’s ignore my horrible renditions of the doggies and just look at a couple of photos. Here’s Penny, sleeping how she loves to sleep:

I plan on submitting the above photo to a bunch of XXX-rated websites.

Next we have Cash, chilling on her little red jacket which is above and beyond a pain to put on her. If she doesn’t get her foot through the little arm sleeve on the first go, it is all over.

And last we have Phooka, a cat that is impossible to photograph…

These are like the best pets, and if Pam isn’t too careful I may one day steal Penny, hop the border at Mexico, and turn ourselves into a legendary crime fighting duo that chase down thieves and robbers. Really, we’d be called the Two Ps or something. Oh oh oh! Penny Dreadful and P-man. Dang, I think I seriously might have to do this…