C-A-U-T-I-O-N !!!

It's been awhile since I posted a strip (once again), but I've still been trying to keep up with my drawing. I'm attempting to finish a couple longer stories that have been sitting on my desk for some time now, but in order to do that, I've been neglecting the webcomic a little bit more than usual.


Now, for something completely off-topic; Here are some pics of what our daughter, Kennedy, looks like in real-life nowadays, as opposed to the hideously drawn likeness that appears in the strip...

Tow Truck Drivers are Assholes

It case I didn't quite make it clear in the above comic, I was at work while the car wouldn't for Shannon, and in order to use Triple A, the cardholder ( which happens to be me, for the time being) has to be present.

Later, at the impound yard, the jerkoff informed us that he couldn't hold our car ransom, but he could send the charges to a collection agency and fuck up our credit. Regardless, we didn't pay him for the car because we did nothing to deserve being put in this situation ( and unbeknownst to him, whatever charges he was threatening to ruin our credit with would be minuscule in comparison to the amount of money we already owe in student loans!).

In other news, I should be photocopying that 9 page ( it went from 7 to 9 pages pretty quickly) Crimson Cloak story for "Free Comic Book Day" tomorrow night, and will probably be dropping off a stack of 'em Saturday morning, @ Samurai Comics. I'll probably only print up 25 or 30 of them, and soon after, I'll post the story online. Here's the image from the back cover;

Going Soft

It's really weird for me to suddenly start weeping. I mean, yeah, I've cried plenty of times throughout my life, and for a multitude of reasons, but this is the 3rd for 4th time this has happened in the last couple of months.

Imitating Art

Man, its really hard to draw a character getting into a car. oh well, close enough.

Square One

It seems like the tiniest of windfalls I recieve are an affront to the universe, and directly results in some sort of cosmic balancing act, one which usually takes the form of a bill that almost mirrors the sum of the cash I've either come upon or saved. Dammit.

Something my Mom used to say

I guess the title should have been, "Something my mom WOULD say" since she's very much alive. Tune in next time to find out how much we had to pay to fix that sonofabitchin' car...

Arrested Development

Initially, I don't think I was afraid of driving, but just ended up putting it off for a little bit longer ( I hate studying), and kept putting it off, over and over again. And now, after prolonging the inevitable for so long ( I'll be 28 yrs old in Dec. ), my laziness has transformed, blossoming into a full blown, irrational paranoia/phobia of driving a car/wrecking a car.

Obviously,I'm marginally insane.

... vs. my Dad, via Cell

For the record, I really do like public transit, especially 'cause I like 'people-watching'... that, and I'm deathly afraid of driving.

After Work

Suddenly

This was actually several days ago, now. I drew the first panel, put it down, and began to work on other stuff. And later, I came back and finished it. No, really. True story.

Dark, not Goth

Thanks to Brandon and Amy for inviting us to this show, 'cause I hate going to shows where I don't know anyone there. Here's some actual "video" from the show, which features Andrew Jackson Jihad performing.

Cruise my Shoes