Gimping Ain’t Easy
Sometimes you just have to see it to believe it… Unfortunately, once you’ve seen it, there isn’t enough eye bleach in the world to scrub away those deep mental stains.
So basically, Brandon and Alexis are into some kinky shit, and poor Dewey walked in while Brandon was trying on a new outfit. Yeah… That’s pretty much it.
Do Unto Others
I’m not a “nice guy”. I used to be one, but that was a long time ago. Nope, I don’t even pretend now. If you get too fresh, I’ll look you straight in the eye, stick a knife in you, and tell you to fuck off and die. Does that sound like a nice guy? Didn’t think so.
It’s a defense mechanism. I’ve learned the hard way on far too many occasions that if you try to be nice to people, they will throw you under the bus and rape your corpse. On the other hand, if you shut people out and otherwise mind your own fucking business, then while you might get a little lonely from time to time, life just got a whole hell of a lot easier.
Now what’s that glum look on your face about? Don’t look so depressed. Try to look slightly pissed off instead. There, that’s the look. Now you too can exude that aura of contempt for mankind so that people won’t assume you’re some kind of pushover. Go get ’em, kid!
The Southpaw Squad
So the writer’s block let up a little. It was somewhere around Wednesday that the idea for this strip popped into my head. Since I never got any better ideas by the end of Friday, I decided to just go ahead and make it.
You know, when developing characters, I like to visualize the character in my mind and try to imagine every feature that person contains. Of course there’s the things you can see, but then there’s the things you can’t, like favorite movies, hobbies, home life, and relationships. It stands to reason I would also imagine which hand they use to pick up a pencil. Except for those four, all the other cast members are right handed.
And Now for This Saturday’s Filler…
While it’s only marginally better than looking at the orangered-shirt guy skulking for another week, I’m taking a Mulligan because I can’t really think of a single thing… OK,so I thought of this, but this is just low-effort fluff till I come up with something better for next week.
Or will I come up with something better? Hmmm.. Who knows. This writers block could hang on for a while. Fortunately, filler doesn’t require any creativity or thought. Just draw a picture, slap on some words, and tada! Hey wait a minute… I just described the entire career of my muse, Bil Keane!
Rest in peace, Bil.
Confronting the Enemy!
Honestly, I don’t really know what to think about all this. It does kind of confirm something I’ve suspected for some time though: Some entity is fucking with the minds of me and the people around me. Is it the Russians? Who knows. At this point it wouldn’t surprise me if it turned out to be the ghost of Rob Pilatus.
So if you’ll recall, this is the same character I introduced as “Reddit” a while ago. I’m going to re-cast him as a kind of “everyman-bogeyman” character. He’s going to be my go-to face of evil.