To read this comic properly, listen to The Sound Of Silence all the way through while going back and forth between the last two panels.
Uhhh. someone handed me this comic book earlier and I don’t know, I think something is wrong with it.
At some point, the idea was to do something suggesting Republican operatives had been distributing a a documentary suggesting that Obama had been in the movie Ghost Dad, like that other thing that happened… But in hindsight, that seems really stupid, and the election’s over anyway. Either way, I still had this dumb little joke, finding some way to connect Obama’s book and that Bill Cosby movie, and I started thinking it would be more interesting to try to use that little kernel of an idea to go in a drastically different direction, and do something with very little to do with anything political, and just make something about human vulnerability. And how terrible Ghost Dad still is, in case you forgot. And also that I’m really bad at drawing Bill Cosby.
Oh yeah. This started out as a doodle that I did in the back of my sketchbook about a month ago. I don’t have that doodle any more as I decided to offer it to the singer of a band I went to see last week, because I’d heard that it was his birthday. I don’t know why I did that.
Should I be making a habit of giving people miscellaneous pages out of my notebooks, unsolicited? That seems like bad form, doesn’t it?
I haven’t stopped drawing comics. I think they’re still running in the Daily Texan, but I’ve been kinda frustrated with their general quality, so I haven’t been putting them up. I should probably start putting more effort into them, which hopefully should be easier, being done with midterms and everything. Last week I made myself sick by drinking so much coffee on a completely empty stomach that I started shaking and had a two hour long anxiety attack and threw up a bunch, and then woke up with some canker sores and a feeling like I’d been punched in the fucking jaw.
It’s gone now and every seems to be back to normal, and my course load seems to have lightened a little, but boy howdy did that suck. And now I feel overwhelmed about all the personal work I put on hold for midterms, and all the folks I haven’t been keeping up with enough.
SHOULDN’T HAVE EATEN THAT FUCKING BURGER WIMPY I FUCKING TOLD YOU WIMPY OH GOD WIMPY WHAT DID YOU DO
I jotted this down in my notes in July, at around two in the morning, after a rather disappointing experience with a can of silly string so blocked up that, rather than really spraying out, it just kinda fell limply in a two foot arc downward. Have a nice day.
I’m honestly starting to get tired of doing these, which is strange to complain about since this is something I’m doing for free and in my own time, of my own free will, and it’s starting to feel kinda obnoxious to me, but hey, I accidentally spurred 40+ pages of honestly really disconcerting and uncomfortably obsessive conversation on Something Awful about burgers. This is what I get for thinking the idea of a burger wearing a cowboy hat was funny.
Besides, I really don’t know what could possibly be more patriotic than that last gif and I would be insulting our founding fathers to think I could ever do better.
I miss my tablet.
I was having lunch with Brady back in July and he said the words “Lemon Fanta in France”, and I heard that as “Lemon Funtime Friends” and started fixating on that phrase and what it could possibly mean.
The best I could come up with is the idea of a couple of crime solving octogenarians that like to make out with eachother also.This would have been a lot funnier if I had drawn them like Scooby Doo or something.