Today’s webcomic is brought to you by Matthias Grunewald, an old churchy story I heard when I was young, and loopy end-of-the-day thoughts. Enjoy! Don’t eat too much turkey like JC did.
In somewhat related news, here’s a BBC article I found while looking for an appropriate image for the comic.
Oh man, this post is looking like a cheesy motivational poster already. Right below the clouds should be:
OUR GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD
Which happens to be what the placard out in the hall outside my new apartment in Crown Heights, Brooklyn reads (I have an awesome new landlady who decorates the hallway of the building). I have to admit, the phrase has grown on me. But before you begin to wonder if I rediscovered religion, just put it outside of its Judeo-Christian context. It sounds downright boastful, and I love it. If you still aren’t seeing it my way, here’s a little comic for you:
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This is what goes on in my head when I read that quote. And it feels even more fitting for a neighborhood dominated by East Indians and Orthodox Jews. I only wish today’s webcomic was as inspired as the little gem above. Herein we have a classic case of ‘Maki thinks of the punchline and tries to mad-lib the rest’. I’m not sure how well it worked. Sometimes I feel like I’m a brilliant writer and sometimes its a mad-lib where somebody has scribbled swear words into all the spaces. To make matters worse, my bum-ass computer kicked the bucket and all my fonts are on that drive. So today you get Comic-Sans and a generic block type. Sigh indeed.
Though if I got anything out of this, its that I like painting clouds. The ones you see here were sitting happily outside my window. Happy, dancing little clouds. I can see this as a comic I’d come back to. Maybe scramble the dialogue a little bit or enter a blank into the next Ozgur’s Photoshop-a-rama. Stay tuned and enjoy!
This Mad-Lib brought to you by Nadir, though I’m surprised there isn’t a shamcock somewhere on there.
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[Edit] I wrote this thing to announce a related comic, which can be viewed by clicking above. My absent mindedness is fittingly ironic here.
Today we delve into the line between fantasy in reality and fantasy in subconscious. Some people like to read into dreams, but my dreams are usually so direct and so insultingly simple, that it’s too clear and obvious what they ‘mean’. Thus I have no problem having a dream about swimming with my iphone and thinking ‘Gee, I guess I’m worried about breaking this thing’ or jump kicking helicopters and thinking ‘Ok, that was too much game time before bed.’ I buy into the camp that believes dreams are a subconscious and often irrational manifestation of everything from anxieties to a weird mix of what you did that day. So having dreams about work usually worries me because I shouldn’t be thinking about it that much.
Self-analysis describes me pretty reliably as an escapist. I love movies and video games for the total immersion, for that moment where you forget where you are and what you have to do later in the day. This is why I never go to see documentaries at the movie theater because I see a movie to get away from reality, not to have it put in front of me during my special escape time. You watch that movie about Darfur, I’ll be over in the next theater watching Star Trek. This love of escaping has been with me for quite some time. As a child, I was a chronic daydreamer. School was always a colossal battle of me vs. my attention. And when I wasn’t actively daydreaming, I was trying to make it look like I was paying attention. That or pushing on my closed eyes to get a fireworks display in my head. School was kinda rough. I still find myself daydreaming, but it limits itself to the occasional lapse in attention, while listening to music (I direct music videos in my head.), or when talking to you, because you’re boring. Oh ha ha ha, I’m only kidding, loyal reader. Without you around I’d just sit here and enjoy the light show. Which doesn’t sound like a bad idea actually. TTFN, folks.
P.s. For you folks who love podcasts, I highly recommend the Radiolab episode on sleep for some great stories about studies done on tetris dreams and if I can find the episode, the story of Robert Louis Stevenson, who wrote his books based on narratives played out by little people in his dreams. Wacky.
Holy shmoly, I’ve been slacking. Ladies and gentlemen, what you see here before you are the first stirrings of me coming out of a terrible winter funk. I’ve spent the last few months pittering around with nary a finished piece to show for it save a brewtastic, Mucha-inspired painting and a modified action figure. But mostly there has just been a lack of updates here on the site, not so much here at my desk. I’ll get to posting some new works once they get published/delivered to their rightful owners. But to start things off, how about a new webcomic?
Ah dreams. Last November I bought myself a newfangled iPhone as a self-congratulating birthday present. Though it has more than paid for itself in usefulness, I find my recent dreams strangely haunted by it. On more than one occasion I have had a dream similar to the one depicted in this week’s comic. Some folk have tried to glean a deeper meaning from these dreams, but I’ pretty sure I’m just afraid of breaking the damn thing. In any case, you can read the first in what I hope becomes a series here. Enjoy!
After a brief hiatus, the weekly webcomic is back! In fact, this week we have 2 pages of goodness! The comic is pretty much word for word, weird image for weird image a dream I had Tuesday night. Spawned no doubt by the election and too much Fallout 3, it got stuck in my head all week until I could sketch it out. Enjoy the oddness!
In other news, you can now pointlessly stalk me on Twitter. You can either click the twitter icon underneath ‘Networks’ or add ‘lonelytylenol’. You aren’t missing anything if you don’t though.
New webcomic up today. Nazis. Yes, Nazis. Zee Germans. Jerry. Everybody’s favorite bad guys. Who doesn’t like a good Nazi Bashing movie? Indiana Jones? The Rocketeer? Well, maybe just Indiana Jones. Hell, in the movie version of “The Sum of All Fears” they even changed the terrorists to be some crazy Neo-Nazi group because they thought having Muslim bad guys after 9/11 would be a touchy subject. So whether they’re speeding around in little motorcycles, conducting strange occult experiments, or blowing up Baltimore, you have to admit:
We’re waiting for the Nazi’s to show up. Then the action can start.
Did you know that there are two comics this week? Now you do. The above image, which I drew earlier and just had to include will take you to the new and wholly different weekly comic. Enjoy!
For more about the phenomenon talked about in this week’s comic, go here!
This week’s comic introduces Julie, Matt’s naive yet lovable Chinese girlfriend, and sheds more light upon the enigmatic Ferdinand, Julie’s one-eyed cat.
Sketchier than I’d like, but I wanted to work my old cartoonist’s shorthand. I find it interesting to jump back and forth between cartoons and Charles Dana Gibson-land.
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