Space Man

First two pages of The Gooses.

Gosh, maybe I'll actually finish this comic.

I got drunk and made some comics.

So, one time I got drunk and made some comics. This began with the Bill comic in the previous post. These are in sequential order from top to bottom. I am also providing my thought processes behind each comic.

Due to various reasons I find myself hating everyone yet being incredibly lonely. I have been described as being similar to The Ice King from Adventure Time. I feel that description to be accurate.

I've gotten to this point in my life where the monotony is really starting to take a toll.

Similar to the tumultuous comic I find myself hating those who I see enjoying themselves in public. I want to join them but I am so irritated at myself for being irritated with them that I am unable to do anything.

I just hate dogs. Cats rule.

With this one we are exploring my undying want to be loved. This is displayed through my own understanding of being as emotionally accessible as a fairly common rock-forming minerals.

At this point during the "creative" process I was about a third through the bottle of whiskey. I got giggly and wanted to make something with really bad puns.

This is probably about how I feel that I'm such a unique butterfly and no one understands me boo-hoo.

By this point I had realized that I was wearing dirty clothing and I could "feel" the uncleanliness. This is notable because I was fairly hammered.

My level of intoxication and depression had peaked. The river of ideas had run dry and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed. This is the last comic in the series.

Bill

Dabblin' in Photograhy

So... here are a few of the photos that I've taken.

I Hate Myself

The first four of many.

Stuff That Happens: Color

I'm debating on adding color to it. If I do it'll look roughly like this.