The worst part of this incident was that we were at an amusement park. So my friend had to walk around for the rest of the day with the knowledge that there were probably remnants of seagull poo drying on his back. Yes, he washed it off but I don’t know that there are enough paper towels in the world to make me feel clean after a seagull bombing. I’m pretty confident it would take a couple of showers before I felt clean again.
The origins for this comic came about a few weeks ago through a conversation Derek and I had about the purpose of house cats. During the course of this conversation we struck upon the idea of house cats needing to go to work to earn their keep. I thought that sounded like a fair idea, so I put my cat, Baby Nirvana, to work making a comic for this website. I wasn’t too happy with the results but, I think I’ll continue putting her at the drawing board since she’s too lazy to get a real job.
Derek also ended up making a comic about our conversation called “Hi There Business Cat.”
That was the first and last time I attempted to participate in a school’s sports team. To this day I’m not sure how he ever thought yelling at pre-teens from a van would ever make them care about their team, let alone want to run faster. I suppose these things should be expected when your history teacher is also your track coach. Oh well.
I have come to appreciate running, it does have many benefits. I’ve even gotten to a point where I can sometimes even enjoy it… sometimes.
We may no longer require their services as “hunters of mice” but a cat’s affection and ability to make us feel loved and useful can’t be replaced.
Recently I visited Brian’s new house. Upon seeing the neighborhood, I noticed that there was a bakery/doughnut shop within walking distance of his home. I only half-jokingly made a comment about how that would be dangerous for me. I’ve lived within walking distance of a bar and been fine. I can control my alcohol intake. But me and baked goods? It’s over. I probably wouldn’t make it a year before they found me face-down in the street, chocolate iced cake doughnut in hand.
So I am a little late to the game on watching House [M.D.] but this is pretty much me every episode I watch on Netflix. I love Sherlock, English gentlemen and New Jersey, so it only makes sense that I would love House.
I keep Jorah and his sister in doors because that’s the only life they have ever known and I couldn’t bear the thought of them running away or getting hurt. But am I just keeping them from what would come natural to them? Is it against their feral instincts to not explore the world? I think I am giving them a good life but is my fear of losing them keeping them from living a full life?
…Nah. But if this conversation were about a relationship between two humans, the answer would be different.
I’m not sure if more people are using their high-beams in ordinary situations or if headlights have indeed just gotten brighter. Sadly, it’s probably a bit of both. Perhaps this is a mean solution to a problem but, I’m just so tired of being blinded by headlights. I think Batman would applaud my effort, after all it doesn’t require any guns.
The greatest comment I’ve ever received for these comics was “Thank you for being so honest.” It made me think of the reason I wanted to originally be a filmmaker. I am very shy but desperately want to connect with people, so making something personal and putting it out there always seemed like the best way to try to find like-minded people.
This is my first attempt at writing out the captions in a journal comic by hand. Hopefully it’s legible.
Also, you may notice I forgot to draw my beard in the second panel. The next to last panel is a reference to “Clark Gable” by The Postal Service.
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