Questionable Compensating

I had to truncate this comic on account of the size of it, but click it if you wanna see all the Questionable Content pixels! Jeph stayed so OC canon that he even used the most Xtreme lens flare Photoshop has to offer. Lens Flare Quattro, Education Version.

Snakes on a Plane. A ruthless movie with utter disdain for its most adorable characters. I believe there was a point where there was about 10 solid minutes of people screaming as they were tossed violently about the bucking fuselage with snakes dangling wildly from every available, protroding appendage. Samuel Jackson tasers snakes in the face like he's doing his taxes. It's disgusting and shallow and loud and corny. In other words, A++++++ WOULD BUY AGAIN.

I will post a full report on Monday. Don't cry, dry your eyes.

White Ninja Guest Comics

I am in Los Angeles, the city that never sleeps but just sort of staggers around all night, moaning. Today's guest comic is from White Ninja, a comic about a boy who is growing up in the sixties.

Free Ride, Seaside

I make comics on the internet so it should be assumed I have a poor self-image and low self-confidence. I also have an overwhelming desire to "keep it real," to stay the way I am and reject the lures of "selling out." But despite all that here I am, about to go to the Hollywood World Premiere of Snakes on a Plane and do interviews with the DVD crew at a fancy hotel (I signed papers that permits myself and my comics to appear on the DVD bonus features of the movie). Weird how it all turned out.

I know deep down this isn't gonna change anything and when I get back Sunday life will be regular again and I'll go back to being the same dude you know who runs around a mansion half naked and hangs out with a drug addict and a hysterical bimbo. But it's kind of a big thing for me deep down, a boy from Locust Grove, Oklahoma somehow endin' up in this spot. If it does change a little, it'll change for the best. And for me, the best is being able to make more and better comics for you all!

So anyway, thanks everybody for being with me through all this -- the friends I have and have had, the people who emailed and posted, and the majority whose silent presences emanate from all points in between. I know a lot of you have been reading my comics since way back in the "When I Grow Up" days and extra thanks to y'all. Up to this point it's been a life I consider exceptionally less ordinary, and I expect it to get a lot weirder. I hope you continue to hang around!

Guest comics will be running here Thursday and Friday from some surprise interwub artists. Nas ne dogonyat!

They're All Gonna Laugh At Me

Sometimes I forget that I used to be a hillbilly, a sort of simple person who is from the hills. We didn't have flat area in the hills, only hills -- simple, simple hills. And simplicity. Seems like it all changed when I first jacked into the datascape, the infodrome, this confounded intrawub. I stopped being a hillbilly and became a cyberbilly. When I get angry enough my clothes still explode and I experience a sudden, involuntary growth of facial hair; the only difference is that now it happens in front of a computer screen instead of outside a stumbled-upon meth lab.

I wrote a big old check to the IRS today. I hope they do something good with it. From the looks of things (cia.gov}, they need it a lot more than I do.

Appearances

Honestly I'm gettin' kinda nervous about going to this "Snakes on a Plane" Hollywood thing. What if Paris Hilton is there? What if it is all awkward? One thing's for sure -- this is gonna be the weirdest week of my life so far, and this is from a guy that is me.

Oh, one other thing! The proto-type for the stuffed Joanna has been completed! She is made of minky, and minky feels like what I assume unicorn fur feels like. Just got some minor tweaks and in a few short weeks you will be able to own your very own hand-made Joanna doll with free martini glass!