Single White Male Seeks Seven-Headed Beast

I am working under the assumption here that the AntiChrist is like a narcotics officer, where they have to tell you they are a cop if you ask them.

Man, the government just keeps getting weirder. In a glaring contradiction of new federal policy, the new spokespersons of Homeland Security seem to be, ahem, ANIMAL-HUMAN HYBRIDS.

Have a good weekend. There's only a few of them left before the Beasts start to descend, so make it worthwhile.

It's recently occured to me that it's been a while since I gave a quality comic a good plug. Normal Life is good stuff. I will do my best to plug a new comic everyday now if it is good.

The Groundhog's Day Revolution

And another Groundhog's Day is upon us. This one may only be a footnote in history, but it's a story that will be permanently engrained in the myth of American Legend.

Let me know if http://jjrowland.com doesn't work for you please!

Cake or Death

Did you guys see the "President" last night? I didn't. If I wanted to be condescended by someone less intelligent than me I'd go to the indie record store.

Lately I've been wanting to write more poetry. About the Intarw3bs.

Device Machine⁴
A Many-Tentacled Web⁷
Barely Legal Online Banking⁸
All Of My E-Friends Do It⁷
They All Do It⁴

Fin.

MyDeath

Oh boy it's crunch time now. My deadline for Wigu comic pages is supposed to be February 1 and it's like 12 hours until February 1! Better call the boys down at the meth lab. Maybe I'll "accidentally" overdose on meth! That might get on fark.com.

As soon as that's over, there'll be a big redesign at wigu.com which will also be jjrowland.com. I've got about six months of work to do in the next two weeks. It's almost GROUNDHOG DAY, people. GROUNDHOG DAY.

We've been studying the bizarre sociology of Myspace.com. It's like everything the internet shouldn't be but it's humongous. I just inhaled an small, flying insect and also just remembered that today is Portia De Rossi's birthday! Happy birthday Portia De Rossi!

The Bestest

O, the wretched nymph-beast of jealousy! Late at night she staggers into the room and crawls into bed with you, stinking of burning rubber and Listerine. You want her to get out of your bed but you know it's useless. She's gonna be there for a long time, staring at you, walking about five feet behind you at all times.

At some point this week, the new Wigu book will start to pre-order. I am putting the finishing touches on it. I want it to be glistening and impressive like a Horse that is shaved completely bald.

Today's hyper-link: HAPPYNEWS DOT COM!