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I was walking through the park one day….
Another occasion to try something a little different. While things are still a bit……off schedule…..still thinking about the current state of of things, how people arrive and read and what makes the most sense. Looking for a balance of “what works on fifty hundred screen sizes” versus “what allows for a lot of play in layout and such”.
Skoode off to the park with his lovable companion, enjoying these last dog days of summer. As a kid, I saw Day of the Triffids several times on one of those afternoon movie shows wherein kids were left to bask in movies that would worm their way into our subconscious and haunt us for decades. The idea of being blind and stalked by weird plants…..some nightmare fuel there. Later I would read the book which you should absolutely check out.
The internet wants you to stay healthy.
The internet has returned, as it is always wont to do.
Folks the internet really only wants whats best for you. Always.
Activities to keep yourself occupied during the quarantine
It’s another super fun size funny paper haha about the state of things. Yeee!
Black Friday steals
‘Tis the season….briefly.
Ever so briefly.
In the meantime bask in the pre-holiday holiday with Captain Thanksween and Thanksgiving.
Unlife coaching skills
Well that was a long intermission.
Not to get into a over beaten cliche, but if you are some lone soul who has been waiting for something new, mea culpa. Life gets in the way. Or takes priority. Or both.
No plans to stop, just periods of minimal time.
Am I the only one who was scarred by that Buck Rogers episode with the Space Vampire? Loved it but wow. That was some nightmare fuel. He was an amazing throwback to some of the old sci fi movie monsters. I don’t remember anything about the actual episode, but buy howdy I remember that vampire.
So no more long breaks for a while.
The thin chibi line
Sponggggggggggggg-g-g-g-g. You gots to draw a line somewhere. In the panels usually.
Alternate title: “Little Chibi Shovelface”
Lasagna and Mondays, Inc.
Any resemblance to pretty much anything is all in your head. Promise.
The violence inherent in the season
It’s only a matter of time until kids are Trick or Treating with Christmas stockings and all dressed like Santa. You remember I called it.
What’s hot?
That’s right – your momma. You heard it. Hot. Maybe not to me, but to someone. Statistically speaking. I mean there are people out there who would say she’s hot. After all a lot of folks out there have really low standards. OH NO HE DIDN’T.
Yes. Yes I did.
And the rocket’s red glare, the grills bursting in air.
I was so hypnotized by the 69 Tints story line (and are we all not?) last week I nearly forgot the holiday this week. Time out for a summer day filled with explosives and outdoor eatin’.
One year a neighbor came over to me while mowing the lawn with a garbage bag. He said he worked sometimes cleaning out houses, and they had found some fireworks, and gave them to me ‘for the kids’. In the bag was a small collection of gunpowder laden cardboard of questionable legality, at least where I live. On the Fourth, after some debate, my wife and I decided that after our daughter (only one year old) went to bed, we would pick one to try and let my 3 year old son watch. I put a coffee can sized box in the alley next to our home, lit it, and went back to the driveway. Two seconds later a 30 foot column of fire was shooting into the air accompanied by ear splitting, shrieking howls. My wife and I looked at each other in alarm. My son watched wide eyed with a look of pure joy as if this was the best thing he had ever, and would ever, see in his life.
So yeah. Totally worth it.
All the wrong moves
So ends another cinderball season. And before you know it, it’ll be time to start training for trash fire curling.
Team Tryouch
You would think a trebuchet would be the better option. But league rules are there for a reason people. Play responsibly.