Hello, long time no see

I’m baaaaaaack, but not really. Look for comics sometime next week.

Hope everyone had a nice whatever!

#144 – Red Eye

Mmhmm. All better. At first I thought it might have been pink eye or, say, the black plague. But none of those turned out to be true. My mother believes I irritated it (me? irritating? hardly!), and I used her ancient remedies of cold tea bags to help soothe the pain. Now I can see again! Hooray!

And it wasn’t allergies, I certainly know that. Knocks on wood. As far as I know, I’m not allergic to a single thing. I could swim in a tub of peanuts, dry off with a towel made from dog fur (how cruel!), thwart off a thousand and five bumblebees (not that I’d want to), and finish the day with a tour of my local latex-producing factory. Yes, I’m that awesome.

So, what are you allergic to? Let’s hear it.

#143 – Eddie Izzard

It took me nearly the entire show to figure out where I’ve seen him before. He’s the father on the FX show The Riches. Huh, how about that?

How was everyone’s 4th? It was rainy here in New Jersey. Booooooo.

#139 – New Marker

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.

#136 – Extra Sleepy

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.

#134 – Fallen Bird

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…

#130 – Ethnicity

To the woman’s credit, at least she didn’t say “going down the shore.” Only folks from New Jersey will probably understand that. So tough luck, you Westerners.

I don’t get my brown on too often. It’s more of a lobster red or a virgin crimson. But I don’t think I could get away with saying that in public. More times than not, I like to tell people I’m working on my ankle tan. You know, where the sock line ends and a darker shade of skin starts. My favorite.

#129 – White Shirt

See, this large and loud lady came over next to our table and saw her friend at the table next to us. What better thing to do but talk through us, right? I mean, her left breast was literally staring me down. Also, take a good look. Does it look like a white shirt? Does it? Mmm nope.

I don’t know. I kind of want to see 1408 this weekend (EDIT: it’s not out until June 22, d’oh!). Call me a John Cusack or Stephen King fanboy, it looks somewhat interesting despite the film’s terrible name. The best scary room of all scary rooms is Room 101. If you don’t know what it’s from, we can’t be best friends any longer. I’m sorry, that’s just how I roll.

#128 – Magnets

Maybe the trip in the mail from sunny Arizona to bitter/grumpy New Jersey had the magnets all in a frenzy. So, for now, the remaining ones are fine. Just hanging out on my fridge. Of course, this is only if nobody touches them and so long as a sharp breeze does not cut into my apartment. Until then, we’ll see how long they last. Luckily, I still got my sushi magnet in good shape.

#123 – Crabbing

I’m pretty sure that, instead of crabby crabs, we caught the West Nile virus. Actually, we did get a few of those skittish crustaceans, but they were teeny weenies and we tossed them back. Alas, luck was not on our side. And I blame all of you for that.