I need to say, this strip is not a fanciful fabrication on my part. This strip is a goddamn documentary of my running dialogue with our dog, a chihuahua named Hemingway. It’s unsettling. I seriously don’t know how Zara deals with it. I would’ve called some government agency for an intervention by now.
On a personal note–hi Zara! I miss you terribly while you’re at the Siggraph convention in sunny LA. You can’t see me, but I’m waving at my screen. Come home soon, m’lovely.
Joe
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So I’m coming to the end of the first week of my two-week stay-cation. And the best part is, I’ve actually had a chance to sit down and watch just a ton of movies. Most of the time, my ever-shrinking attention span has gotten to the point that, not only can I no longer enjoy novels, but setting aside two hours at a clip to watch a flick seems like a monumental commitment. Something that used to be a de rigueur part of my weekly–even daily–schedule has become the sweetest of luxuries.
Adding to that, I recently got a request from a friend to help out with writing a horror movie. He set me up with a short list of flicks to watch as inspiration, which is good, because I’ve never been a student of that particular genre. That makes this an interesting writing exercise, to be certain. So, you’ll see some analysis of these flicks filtered through that lens. SPOILERS AHOY, y’all.
Oh man, am I excited.
Ladies and gentlemen, I’m thrilled to pissing to announce that I’ve added a word to the English lexicon. “Cooterscootch”, as coined in this strip, has been officially added to the Urban Dictionary, that most august of scholarly journals.
I’m a simple man with simple needs, and this just tickles me something fierce. Go check out the definition here.
I seem to have touched a nerve on Reddit. The atheists forum has spoken. I took great glee in reading these.
http://www.reddit.com/r/atheism/comments/cpubk/comic_god_hates_yaxisinverters_especially_in_red/
