The testosterone is usually inspired by logic but it took a couple of these before I was able to squash my knee jerk feminist reaction “You can’t tell me what I can or can not- oh shit, those roads are a death trap for bikes.”
I found some back roads with more speed bumps and less traffic.
Obby actually wears a polo shirt to work and he says he hasn’t given a presentation in months and he doesn’t do anything with TPS reports. But other than that, I think I’d be a great backpack for him.
The dialogue is something like
“Hi honey, I thought you already went to bed”
“fuck no!”
“yeah, I’m gonna get him for this later.”
“spoiler, she said yes.”
“Someone else is going to have to finish the show. I think I’m done for the night.”
“I’m gonna take him to bed now.”
He showed up with the mask on and you can see the moment he takes it off because I literally flinch when I see that it’s him.
Yes, there was a priest of the flying spaghetti monster there who offered to officiate the ceremony right then. Obby got that look on his face “I could nock this out right here and not worry about any of the other stuff!” So I rushed him off the stage.
I have about 80 recorded notes on the Boston Anime Convention with The Pirate Nigel and going to the Sheep and Wool festival with Happygoth and Dragon Con goddess. The thing is, both of these “story lines” will take about a day to map out. I have to write out each comic so that I can figure out what goes first, make sure I get all the points, and there’s some sort of flow from beginning to end… ish. So I try to put some filler in between the ren fest comics and the rest. So thursday and friday will be “filler”.
I’ve wanted to do a comic about this for a while. When you sit down in the bathroom and find a good book and then next thing you know your feet are asleep and family members are pronouncing you dead. I’m shaking my foot in that first panel because it’s fallen asleep. I like how I’ve got myself draped over Obby. I have been told that I have to stop finishing a comic with Obby’s face in my boobs. So this one just has his chin in there.
Third panel, you can always tell when I’ve used photo reference.
Obby has a worried look. I spent WAY too long on this background.
Blatant advertisement for my ID comic. For those of you under 18, it’s a boring comic about grownups doing taxes.
Sometimes you get a hankering for a banana split. The problem with being a grownup is that you can go and get the makings for a banana split and then have one every night for a week. How is this a problem? It is if you’ve been going to the gym every night for two weeks. It gets frustrating when you don’t see a result…though I think not seeing a result from the nightly banana splits might be the outcome.
Standing next to Mr. Revenge Man is a woman who has an amazing…sweater. She was the one bidding against him. I did dance with her too. I didn’t know who the other 26 people were who donated too. All the money went to “Childs Play” and “A Laptop for every Child”.
Worked on a video combining the comics with the audio notes that made them. Using that to procrastinate on finishing cliff notes for book 5.
The common assumption is that someone with a very loud, very showy car is trying to compensate for something else in his life. I don’t think this is true for the old muscle cars though. I salivate at the sight of an old Mustang. The big steel cars with the low rumbling engine that you can feel at the bottom of your spine make me all tingly inside.
