Comics Rehab Ripoff

Hm, the Comics Rehab Ripoff has reached the finish line in somewhat battered form! I forgot to draw my strip before leaving the house yesterday, & wasn’t planning to return ‘til tonight. So I drew & photographed this at my friend’s house last night, but there was no internet available for me to upload it then :(

This comic is just a slightly-illustrated version of the chorus to “Donald, Where’s Your Troosers?” (by Andy Stewart according to Wikipedia, though the recording in my collection is by Carl Peterson).

Okay to make up for all the late and grumpy comics, here is an early happy one.

Welcome to my emotional roller-coaster. I just got a real job. I’ll have less time, but the time I do have will be free of financial worry, which is apparently debilitating for me.

Edit: the part of me that can draw, cannot spell, and visa versa. Actually, no part of me spells all that well. It makes the comics difficult to say the least.

I am a party pooper.

I still think this was worth doing, but I’ve mostly been discovering why my production of comics had ceased in the first place. 

This past week I had two sick cats and my wife had her appendix out! Here’s two comics to make up for my absence.

Suffering from a little seasonal affective disorder and the probable death of another job prospect.

Woo! Posting at 11:50! I almost talked myself out of doing this tonight, but I’m happy I was able to bang it out. Page 3 of my Macbeth: Act I comic

Just a little journal strip. Seriously, I need to get those strips to where I can work on them because they’re what I really want to work on (though the noodle & Headville strips were both pleasant surprises!). Hey, this is also my first before-midnight post! Though the final version of Well would have been if my internet had cooperated - but then, I shouldn’t have been so close to the line in the first place.

Well.

(Those who’ve never visited Headville before may care to read about Winter and Spring there.)