Elvira will be at FanX this weekend…. I love her. Hotness at any age.
It doesn’t matter if you have the “Skin of a Killer” if you get kicked in your naughty bits it’s going to hurt
Oh man, it feels good to give Twilight a hard time again. Kind of like coming home after a long journey to sit in your favorite chair. It just feels right.
However, for the record every time I make a bit of fun at Twilight’s expense I have to point out that I don’t hate Twilight. Yes I have read all the books. No they aren’t terrible, nor are they my favorite. They simply weren’t written for me. They were written to appeal to younger women. If they were written for me there would have been more car chases and giant robots…. also less man boob.
Curse you, Jacob and your six pack abs! Why must you be so dreamy?
It does feel a bit cathartic to have a character kick Edward Cullen in the naughty bits for today’s comic though.
I like to think of myself as a very kind understanding parent. One who listens and tries to understand his larval offspring. This of course is a horrible lie. That’s my wife who does that.
I’m mostly into this parenting thing for the cheap labor and the chance to mess with children’s tiny tiny brains.
My son is twelve and has no concept of how awesome his life is compared to the VAST majority of humanity. He lives in a place and age where he can reasonably expect to have plenty to eat, a decent home, and a future that’s as bright as the effort he puts into it.
Statistically he lives at a time where he is less likely than ever before in the entire history of mankind to getting horribly and violently killed. And unless there actually is a zombie apocalypse looming on the horizon his future looks brighter than mine ever could be.
Yet for all that, whenever he has to clean his room his personal world is a bleak place indeed. A universe without hope and steeped in a percolating ocean of dispair.
Oh how I weep for him! Such tragedy! I look forward to the day when he finally realizes how unbelievably lucky he is.
….Also I should probably call my dad and apologize for being the exact same way when I was a kid. (sigh)
Nothing good ever comes from visiting scary mansions under stormy skies. Actually that’s crap all the best things happen when you do that. I think that’s the plot of every single episode of Scooby-doo. Or not… Look thanks to many many overdoses of Ritalin my childhood is something of a blur.
This comic took much longer than usual for me to do thanks to the background. I like the effect though, I think it’s much more interesting to look at than the blank abstract backgrounds I usually do. What do you think?
I’ve still got a stack of old AOL cd’s
Steamfest, Utah’s ultimate steampunk convention is coming August 1-2 this year. It is time to start thinking about your steampunk costumes.
I’m just nerdy enough to feel under dressed at these events so I’ve been working on some Victorian costume work lately. And I’ve asked my wife for her opinion.
While I appreciate her input, I think my costume will not be quite this extreme…. Sadly I don’t have the cleavage for it.
Empires of the Deep Production Photos
Well… If the Deep One’s looked like this I’d move to Innsmouth.
“Ichtyoids” by Peter Boehme Blog/Website | (peterboehme.blogs…)
Nice alternate ideas to the “Innsmouth Look”
I would be PROUD to be a fish/frog man if I could look like this. :)
A Justin Bieber Zombie is a chilling vision of things to come or it’s possibly the greatest thing that could happen. Because if the great Justin Bieber becomes a Justin Bieber zombie then it would be socially acceptable to shoot him… In the head. Admit it, we all want to do it.
Why do I hate this guy? There’s the selfish reasons that don’t make me look so good. Jealousy over his success, money, fame, etc… Yeah I’ll admit that. That’s a fairly normal if somewhat shallow reason to not be able to stand someone. I’m a petty little man, I admit this.
Ultimately though I think I don’t like him though because there is something incredibly annoying about someone who is so successful and seams to get so many breaks who then throws it all away and becomes a big giant public idiot.
Watching this kids slow public melt down is irrationally infuriating to me. Not because I care about him in the slightest. I don’t. I just can’t stand to watch someone waste success that seams to come to them so easily when I watch others work so hard to achieve less. And they are better people.
There will be no penicillin during the zombie apocalypse. So you might want to… you know, keep your naughty bits to yourself.
I’ll be the ripe old age of forty this year and it occurs to me that without antibiotics I would never have made it out of my twenties. I’d have died of a sinus infections decades ago…
Holy crap! Am I really that old? Now I’m depressed.
While I am looking forward to the coming zombie apocalypse I’m not looking forward to the inevitable loss of western medicine. It’s not going to go well for me as my ancient decrepit body is already starting to deteriorate at an alarming rate.
Without antibiotics a simple scratch becomes a potentially life threatening problem during the zombie apocalypse. In fact every thing and everyone around you is merely another vector for putrid filthy disease. Mosquitoes, children, spoiled milk, all swimming with potential disease and doom.
Courtney Love during the zombie apocalypse would be the equivalent of horrific petri dish of doom. Do not gaze to closely at her lest she smite you down with her conjunctivitis and various other infected orifices. Wow, that’s gross.
It suddenly occurs to me that without doctors and the happy happy pills that they give me it is only a matter of time before I welcome the sweet embrace of death. Who will set my broken bones? Who will apply a manly tourniquet when I futilely chop my arm off after a zombie bite? Who will kiss my boo boo’s better?
I’m just say’n it’s going to be a problem.