Monday, October 29, 2007


If you'll all direct your eyes down to comic 4, I believe I've fixed the word bubble problem.

Thanks to Pat, of Myopia fame, for being the straw that broke my stubornes on the issue.


Saturday, October 27, 2007

Friday, October 26, 2007


I call it Mathland instead of Flatland, because in the world Abbot wrote about Alan would have been killed at birth as an abomination against God. A subtle, but pivotal difference.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

In Which Names Are Given

There's still more to be done in outlining the premise, but this sums up the characters so far. Not so much in their job descriptions, but in their reactions.

We aren't out of the woods yet on self reference, but there will now be a short break from it.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

The Environment

There's this class of activists that can't manage to fit their platform on a flyer, so they need you to stop and speak with them... and they make me really uncomfortable. Their lead in sentence is always a little misleading. It'll go something like:

"Do you have a minute for the environment?"

Which sounds like there's a physical manefestaion of the environment in a limo around the corner and it'd like to set up a meeting. And, I'd be cool with that. Some living embodyment of the planet wants to speak with me, I'll clear a little bit of time in my busy scedual. I just imagine it...

"Good afternoon, David."

"Good afternoon. How are you today, Mr. Environment?"

"Oh, not bad. I'm feeling a little under the weather." *Chuckles*

"I'm sorry."

"I say, that was a joke boy. Get it... under the 'weather'. Cause that's where the environment is located mostly."


"I don't get it."

"You know what. Get the hell out of my limo."

But, of course, when I go over to the guy he actually meant do I have a minute for him and his hippy oranization. And I think, "Alright, that's the last time I'm falling for this."

Friday, October 19, 2007

I Have No Doubt

There's this comercial. I don't remember what it's for, but it has Gwen Stefani lying in bed and she says,

"Sometimes it's so hard to find what it is I'm trying to say."

Which didn't sit well with me. I thought, wait a minute. Isn't she the one who's hit song goes, "I ain't no hollaback girl." What does that mean? Obviously Gwen is privy to some bit of american slang that has not trickled its way to my corner of the world. No small feat, I hear quite a bit of fringe slang. Like fadunked, which is a bit too vulgar for me to give you the definition here.

I looked up the lyrics to see if I could piece together a meaning from context clues. The most repeated line in the song is, "This my shit." And, after I got over the fact that there's no verb there, I decided I agreed with Gwen. Her song is shit. Apparently, finding what she's trying to say is so hard she gave up and started writing down what ever incoherent jargon fell from her addled brain.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Standing Around

I think we've about leveled off on improvements in the quality of the comic. Although I may start creating backgrounds when the setting matters more.

Next time... Everyone who's appeared so far gets a name.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Dart's Dodge

My apologies for the math reference. I had planned to go easy on any math humor, but the Department Chair suggested I could write one for the applied math newsletter. So, hopefully this one will actually see print.

Also, take note of the new portrait. I think my first attempt at coloring went pretty well, but it took forever so I opted against doing the whole comic in color.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Morning Routine

This morning I woke up, got out of bed, brushed my teeth, etc
After putting on socks and shoes I stood up and thought to myself.

"Well, damn. I'm not wearing any pants."

This really threw me off my game the rest of the day. People just couldn't get past the fact I wasn't wearing pants.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Where's Dart

It appears that this is not an ideal location to be posting things that are long and short. Maybe I'll make another version that's two rows.

Dart is supposed to be short for d'Artagnan, the lead character in Dumas' "The Three Musketeers". Which, I don't really have any deep fascination with, and can't even spell.

Big Ass

Bill Paxton's in a show about a guy with three wives. His character, 'Bill', has three wives whom, since this is HBO, he periodically has marital relations with. Here's some math, that's one 'Bill' and six boobs; I have see a disproportionately large amount of Bill Paxton's ass. Bill's ass has made seven or so appearances, and I've seen half a boob. Not that Bill's ass doesn't do a fine acting job, but fair is fair let's throw the male viewer ship something.

Bill's ass is practically the star of the show. I think it's in the credit's under a pseudonym. In the season finale Bill's ass gets the spotlight while Bill is in the shower bouncing around and yelling at his second wife. That's right, Bill's ass has a monologue.

How is Bill Paxton the only one who didn't have a clause against nudity in his contract? He's the biggest star on the show. Did Bill just really want to show off his ass. Was his agent like, "Bill will do the show, but only if you give his ass an appearance in half the shows, a monologue and its own credit under the name Jerry Dawsy."

As you can tell, I've thought about this more then I should have.

The other night I was watching something that had nothing to do with Bill Paxton or his Hollywood ass, and it's own sex scene came on. Much to my chagrin, the first thing I thought of was Bill Paxton's ass. And, then I just couldn't get it out of my head. I'm like a little kid now, I hide my head when the sex scenes come on, so I don't get the image stuck in my head again.

Thanks Bill, thanks a lot.