Well, I was trying to get some perspective into the scene and instead I think I just overly confused the panels. Hopefully it’s not too bad. Sorry about the late post there Barry, it’s 12:05am, I suppose that’s 6 hours late by your count. And five minutes of course. There was BBQ to be had! […]
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For the record, ‘queued’ was worth hella points. Forrest found it kind of strange how after a few years we’ve traded World of Warcraft for iPhone Scrabble for our communal gaming fix. We must be getting old. In another five years it will be Blackjack, and in ten we will have sunk to the level […]
For the record, we did shoehorn a few words into Steve-o’s mouth to make this comic work, but Forrest really does do most of his paid work in Flash and is thus disheartened by Apple’s apparent allergy to it. I probably don’t have much discussion on the iPad to offer that hasn’t already disintegrated within […]
I promised Barry I’d finish this comic before I went to sleep. I may fuss with the blood, I couldn’t settle on too much or too little. For now, slumber! Forrest.
I can’t see it, I just cannot visualize Barry smoking. And I’m a fucking artist. Maybe I should try drawing it then. F
For the record, Forrest and I actually considered implementing this nightmare scenario. He still might be, in fact, but I cannot bring myself to justify an entirely meritless project simply because it actually has the potential to become quite popular. There are others in this world who wouldn’t let such small contrivances stop them. The […]
For the record, I likes them grapes. The math is simple, really: myself, plus a bowl of grapes, minus arm’s reach equals an empty bowl. Rate of consumption is directly related to the enumerated class of grape, with red grapes incurring the higher rate. There does not seem to be any upper bound on number […]
I’m not overly happy with the art, I hope that it’s clear that DT managed to slice all of the grapes off the stem without damaging a single one. And he did this all in a single anime style slash. Barry be proud of your avatar self. Ugh. The word avatar, damn you James Cameron! […]
I’m blamed for everything. I can live with that. Forrest. I am become death, destroyer of worlds.