Changes Coming.

I'm kicking around the idea of posting webcomics on here at least a couple times a week. That is, if I come up with anything good. It's going to be a lot more story oriented, though. As you can tell from the sample posted here, I'm not very good with the four panel, set up/punch line format. I also feel like going way back using the ancient art of the number 0 ink brush and the colored pencils. No more of this fancy computer painting jive. 

Hell, I don't even know if I have any original ideas. We'll just have to see.

Anyhow chillun either it works or it doesn't. The first comic post will be coming up in another week or so and if that goes well we'll do some more.

Be excellent.

My beefy taint shall overtake your tiny minds!

MY KINGDOM FOR A PAIR OF CLEAN TESTICLES!

This webcam of New Zealand is boring as shit.

Eyeballs!

That's right, baloney. Because Balogna is a city in Italy. Baloney is my sweaty taint.

My taint smells like finely aged baloney.

In other words, Andrew Zimmern can exactly describe for me how my balls taste. My guess is old roast beef.

My balls smell weird. They've got this gamey tang. I don't know, I think I should teabag Andrew Zimmern and he'd give me the rundown on exactly what nuances of my balls are reacting to his trained palate.

Illuminations on ...

Still frozen in. Pipes are frozen, too. So, not only am I going stark raving fucking stir crazy, but I can't take a shower to at least feel human. Just when you think it can't possibly get any worse, it gets worse.

Somebody smash a vase over my head.

...

I'd really like it if it would just flipping snow instead of all this ice shit. 

Thank you and good night.

Baffled.

So women continue to baffle the hell out of me. You're supposed to show interest when one comes around and hangs out for a bit, right? So, the conversation seems to be going alright, I have an opening, I go ahead and state my intentions, and she laughs so I figure I'm in like Flynn. Then I don't ever see the girl again. Maybe I read her wrong.

It's been known to happen. 

Anyhow so there isn't any such thing as even a small freshwater octopus, much less a giant man-eating one. Add to that the stories say these things have been showing up in Indian legends for hundreds of years, but most of the lakes in Oklahoma didn't exist more than fifty years ago. It's a load of bullshit. I love weird stories like that, though. They're fun to read, whether they're true or not.

Be excellent.

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Some mornings you just don't want to bother putting on your fucking pants, yanno? I'm tired. I want to go back to bed. Obi Wan Kenobi refuses me, however. He says "Get the fuck up, Mike. Comb your hair and put your fucking pants on. You can't spend all day jamming thumbtacks up your kiester." Which is totally right. I can't spend all day jamming thumbtacks up my kiester. I don't know what I was thinking.

Though it is a pretty irritating day. I'm sitting here staring at a blank screen and thinking I should maybe do a Bad Movie Fridays post but it's Monday and I haven't watched shit.

Enjoy the funky slug thing. Be excellent.

Killer Octopi and Cold Balls

Jesus it's cold outside. My balls have herded themselves up into my earholes and now not only am I cold, I can't hear shit. It wouldn't be that bad but Fat Charlie wants to walk around and sniff everything before he takes a dump. Just take a dump, dog. It's all the same stuff that was here yesterday, it won't smell any different.

That's the problem with dogs. They don't use logic, and they don't care about your balls. 

I just learned that there's apparently a giant killer octopus thing swimming around various lakes here in Oklahoma. We might just have to load up the wagon and check this thing out.

Be excellent, folks.

Yes Indeed.

So if you haven't seen Antibaby yet and aren't yet sick of hearing me talk about it, go take a look pretty soon because I'm gonna be taking it down in a bit. I'm proud because it's the first film I've made where I thought it was good enough to show people. It's on its way to film festivals out and about so we'll see how that works. 

I did, however, forget to give Jeremy his story credit. I'll get it rectified, though. I don't want to be that dude that fucks things up and doesn't make it right.

It's going to be a hell of a year.

Anyhow folks that's it for today. Be excellent. The accompanying picture has nothing to do with the blog post, as always.

Short Entry.

Well, last night was the national championship game and, staying true to form, the Sooners lost. This morning I woke up, paid all my bills, and now my paycheck is gone. All in all, this is one hell of a depressing fucking day.

However it's close to tax return season, so there's a little bit of happy creeping in. Just a little bit, but it's there.

Just a short entry today. I got nothing witty to talk about at the moment. Be excellent.

Zaglar the Magnificent

So here's the link for the movie Buster and I made New Year's Day. When it posted to Youtube it turned out a lot darker than what it did when I watched it here while editing. Everything was clear as day on Buster's dvd player. So, I don't know what happened there, but in the future I'll be mindful that things will look much different from platform to platform and I'll try and keep them as consistent as I can.

Anyhow it turned out pretty well for something we just did on the spur of the moment. Well, it took us three tries and a lot more takes than usual but it still made everybody who's seen it so far smile, so we've got that going for us, which is nice. We also got the new year started on a productive note so you have to be happy about that.

I also really like Zaglar and he's probably going to show up in a lot of stuff down the road.

I hope everybody's year is off to a great start. Be excellent.

Whopper Virgins

Have you seen these new Burger King commercials where they have these indigenous people take part in a taste test between the Whopper and the Big Mac? I get this feeling that exposing these adorable tribesmen to the vacuous side of American culture in the name of marketing is going to turn out to be a bad idea. I mean, we have these people; they seem happy, they wear funny hats, why do we have to ruin them? It's not a large leap to think that once these people get hooked on fast food, they'll start listening to Nickelback and tilting their funny hats. Do we really want to be responsible for that? I'd like to think not.

Then again, I still refuse to believe that Dancing with the Stars is an actual show. So I can wish in one hand and shit in the other and see which gets filled first.

Buster and I filmed a short film on New Year's Day. It's cringeworthy and wholesome. Link will be coming soon.

I'm slowly getting back into the swing of regular blogging. Please bear with me.

Be excellent.