Nov. 28th, 2002, strip update (MAN AT WORK)

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That pretty much sums it up. I was *supposed* to be studying, but I managed to somehow sleep instead. Now I'm left with one afternoon to catch up on four hundred pages of shit. To top it off, I get to be distracted by completely trivial matters and problems of other people, who seem to think I give a crap.

Yippie.

I'm pulling an all-nighter today that's for sure, something I haven't done in a long time. If ever... See ya around.



Nov. 25th, 2002, strip update (PALE ANGEL)

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So our "racial minority" representative is on a path of vengeance, as you can see. From now on he kills stuff. Of course Reilly is going to be resurected due to some cartoon magic (I could do a voodoo ritual comic but I'd rather just cheat, hey, they all do it).

There's a few other people I'd like to throw in front of a speeding eighteen wheeler these days, including myself, so I wouldn't have to do the stupid exams. Do I even *need* to point out that I'm just a wee bit stressed, and in turn, violently aggressive... It's a good idea to keep the hell away from me in times like these, but people tend to do that anyway so, no problem there. Go now.



Nov. 24th, 2002, strip update (MIND TRICK)

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This is actually something I said to a woman, not Jack, but it suits his character much better. So what have I learned? I've learned that this beauty of a pickup line should be the title of a book about what *not* to say to a girl, EVER.

Another thing I've learned is that if you *don't* study for exams, you're *not* going to pass them. Hell yeah that's stating the obvious, but you don't know me, you see I need to learn the hard way. Apparently I also need to know by heart 400 pages worth of utter garbage, so my lazy ass is looking at some huge pain in the next few days.



Nov. 22nd, 2002, strip update (EYE OPENER)

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Okay so I've just about had it. Could I please walk down the street once without being stared at? No? Of course not. That would require properly raised people with social interaction skills above those of a baboon. People who don't do just about everything save smelling your ass when they pass you on the street.

And my favourite is the bus stop. It's like some people pretend to wait for a bus JUST so they can check everyone out. It's like a freaking ZOO, I bet if I did a little dance they'd give me a banana.

Thing is, you can't do a damn thing about it. You can't notice them staring unless you're looking back, by which time you're already guilty of the same crime...



Nov. 18th, 2002, strip update (ANIMAL RIGHTS)

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Okay, yeah, It's a weird comic, but there's a good reason. You see, Reilly isn't going to be gay anymore, because apparently depicting gay people in the way I do it, is considered inappropriate. And homophobic. So, as I don't want the entire gay comunity on my tail (uh...) I'm changing this character's sexual prefference.

I'm playing it safe here, since I'm sure there's no International Bestiality and Lesbian Human Rights Commission as there is for homosexuals. I'm pretty sure there is no such word as "bestialophobic", so that's something I can't be accused of, either.



Nov. 14th, 2002, strip update (NIGGAH INSIDE)

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Law wouldn't really go dye himself in tan just to fit in, he's not wussy like that. Unlike the growing numbers of people doing shit with their bodies even butchers'd have nightmares about. Like this liposuction thing. I mean come on, every other fucking animal on the planet wants, and wants it badly, to be FAT, so it wouldn't have to, like, look for food every spare moment it has (when it's not sleeping). And they don't need plastic surgery to look pretty either, they all look the same anyway. Like the Chinese.

So here's a picture of an albino to give those of you who are completely clueless an idea of what the hell today's strip is about. Of course Law is much prettier than this.



Nov. 13th, 2002, strip update (WUSS GENERATION)

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I don't know what happened but from what I understand, men have become such pussies in half a century's time it's unnatural. I swear it must be some aliens or something poisoning our waters with female fucking hormones. Everybody's so freaking sensitive it sickens me. I'm all for sensitivity but hell, seeing men that are *not* gay hugging each other and showing way too much emotions is disturbing. The effect of the dominant female parent is obvious.

OOOORRR.... The real reason guys are like that; to get women. Yes, it's that simple. "Men" have discovered brand new lows in the quest of acquiring sex from women, who give it up to either the overly sensitive or the incredibly macho. So hey, if you don't have one, fake the other, right?

Anyway this cartoonist speaks of this quite openly in an interview - he says it much better than me so CLICK HERE!. Also this travesty is quite a laugh as well.



Nov. 11th, 2002, strip update (MAN JUICE)

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I did some *work* today. Needed the money. I got to ride in the back of a loaded van, with really heavy stuff on wheels making damn sure I don't get out of there in one piece. And no, the pay wasn't worth it. Anyway, that joyous experience made me realize just *why* I must finish school. I don't want to do that for the rest of my life, that's for damn sure.

In other news, there's absolutely nothing to tell.



Nov. 7th, 2002, strip update (TO SHREDS)

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So I went and asked a few *seriously* hardcore comic artists/fanboys on PA's "phorums" what they thought about my little endevaour. They absolutely loathe it :). Which I expected anyway, I mean they're used to seeing AND making the best there is, so after a week of doing this I was well prepared for the total carnage they had in store for me; tearing my creative motivation appart limb from limb ;).

I did get what I wanted, though, and that was some free advice. Received through flaming, yes, but I forced my ego to back off in the interest of progress. I'm already putting to use some of this new found knowledge (which may not be apparent *yet* in today's strip, but if I preserve, soon it will).



Nov. 6th, 2002, strip update (FLUFFY BUNNIES)

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Yeah, that's a gun in the last panel. It's a violent comic, oh my fucking God, no!. Yeah I get these criminal impulses, disturbing voices in my head telling me to murder people, and also butt rashes, which all add to my overall cheerfull mood. Just like everyone does. Right?

I'm considering carrying a gun for real (no), after being scared shitless by the Doom 3 Alpha. Yes I know it's illegal, but you just can't fucking ignore the most anticipated game of current times. I *HAD* to play it. In a dark room. With the sound maxed out.

In other news, fluffy bunnies. Yeah.



Nov. 5th, 2002, strip update (GENDER ISSUE)

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I was reading this sociology book, unwillingly (exams), and the bitch who wrote it is a feminist, I'm one hundred percent certain. Half of the damn book talks about how women are opressed and how men are pigs. I'd like to fucking o-press this bitch for writing shit I *never wanted* to read, but had to.

The point is, we're all good at something and not so good (we suck) at something else. There's no fucking way we can all be good at every single thing that a person can partake in. Okay so that's very simplified, but the bottom line is we need each other to survive, society's always been this way.



Nov. 4th, 2002, strip update (BATTY)

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I'll just come right out and say it - I'm a homophobe (for iliterates among you - that means I, cough, "dislike" gay people). I have a right to be one, too, with good reasons as well. No, I won't be sharing them with you.

What I don't get is people who are *NOT* gay, acting as if they were, and Reilly here's been joking about it for so long now I'm not sure if it's a joke anymore.

Oddly enough, I have *nothing* against lesbians, perhaps something to do with my fantasies ;)



Nov. 3rd, 2002, strip update (NON LIFE)

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Whoever thought up online chat should be nominated for the "least sensible person ever born" award, if there was such a thing. What a complete mind-numbing, time-wasting piece of shit idea. Yet we all do it.

The next person who tries to tell me how our reason raises us above other animals will die by my hands deservingly.

I quit, though. Oh yes. For how long and to what extent, that's a whole other issue, sure, but still. Incidentally, I started on this comic at about the same time I quit online chat - funny how we humans so quickly substitute one meaningless activity for another, isn't it?



Nov. 2nd, 2002, strip update (REALITY CHECK)

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So I'm a geek, big deal. I don't care. Shit. Or do I? Okay, being a computer "freak", as my loved ones are so quick to label me, is not very cool. Ask my girlfriend.

But hell, I'm not out to impress anyone ;)

Todays comic is pure fiction. Jack never did say anything like that. But i *know* he's thinking it. Oh yes ;)

I know I should kick this habit (computers) altogether and do something healthier, but hey, health is overrated (addict talk).



Nov. 1st, 2002, strip update (ALLOWANCE)

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I've had this "interesting" conversation with a friend over a beer once, about what good women are anyway. Considering how far our minds could reach in that intoxicated state, we of course agreed that the answer is, probably, sex.

And if that's the case, well isn't it true that whores come cheaper than wives/girlfriends? If someone knows this e-mail me ASAP, it's rather urgent.