Yes, I’ve finally decided to end my extended hiatus. You’ll probably notice the characters have a new look. The panel is bigger too. They almost look like how I see them in my head. Almost… I really just want to start over again, but I really hate the idea of breaking the internet if I erase the past. So it’s going to be interesting to see how this all pans out. BTW, I’ve got the next three Saturdays after today already lined up. If I get too far ahead I’ll start publishing daily again…
Ever been “that guy”. Yeah, it sucks to be in that position. Of course loathsome seething always makes for a laugh a minute, so next week we’ll move on to more family oriented topics such as getting blood stains out of a diaper.
Well, I’m fairly certain that this is a huge failure on my part. I can’t believe I actually thought this “new look” was ever acceptable enough to publish. The “throat-tits” look like they were just Velcroed onto the outside of her shirt. I mean, there are just so many things wrong with this panel. I should never have posted it.
*Update 2015: Don’t ask, don’t tell has long since been repealed, and while it’s been a few years since I’ve been in the Army, I get the impression that most of the soldiers aren’t really overly concerned by it.
Recently I prepared a boxed pasta salad. It was a bag of spiral pasta that you had to add your own Italian dressing to it, and that’s not a problem… The problem was that not only did it have the dry spiral pasta, but also dehydrated black olives. Those ugly things tasted like wood or cardboard or… Oh, trust me… it was just nasty.
Sometimes I can be cruel. I mean really, really cruel. Once I said to a spinster shrew: “Look at me, now look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man. Sadly, you don’t even have a man.” Believe it or not, over time her personality has gotten better. We still eat lunch together.
Look, I realize that it’s been a while since I posted any new updates. Things have been a little wacky for me lately. I’m currently recovering from yet another surgery, so I thought I go ahead and post a new update.
It may not be fashionable, by I prefer the cheaper generic brands.
I suppose there are worse things than dating an older person. Being the older person is one example… In about a month and a half I’ll officially be in the land of black balloons. I’m still going to lie about my age though. I’ll just tell people I’m in my late twenties.
