COMIC: JOEY VS JOEY

Here, I have drawn the cover for a comic in which Dave Coulier and Matt Le Blanc fight with chainsaws. I shan't draw the whole comic, the cover is plenty.

Melancholy New Year

Drinking the IBC Root Beer I was saving, I'm still pissed I wasn't able to locate any Jones Strawberry Lime soda over the past month. I don't really believe in holidays, as they are primarily social occasions and I don't have any friends. Also I hate people.

Another reason New Year's doesn't really appeal to me is that I don't drink, and this is the binge-drinkinest party night of 'em all. If I had friends I could use my status as the only sober person in the room to manipulate my drunken friends into doing stupid shit (which if you've never done it is quite easy and fairly amusing), but the trade-off is I would have to be around a bunch of drunken jackassery without the requisite alcohol induced mental retardation to tolerate said jackassery.

And then resolutions. An interesting tradition, but not one I've ever cared for. I gave it some consideration recently and decided that I object to this element of the holiday as well. Resolutions are always so petty, lose weight, quit smoking, take a trip, overlooking the glaringly obvious character flaws that plague pretty much everyone. I can make a resolution to lose weight, Darwin knows I have plenty to spare, but I'm a majorly dysfunctional reclusive misanthropic apathetic loner who lives at home and can't get a job. Maybe...I should work on those things instead in the New Year? Does the fatness of my ass really trump those things? I'm a bad example, I have lots of really obvious problems, but what about regular people? Are you really so confident in all your life choices that a few extra pounds are the only thing standing between you and perfection?

So whatever, I'm drinking my Root Beer and toasting the New Year. Bush is soon to be out of office, maybe my life will take on some kind of order, at the very least I expect to finish a few comics. My resolution as stated: kill the skin tag on my back. It's been aggravating me for ages, getting twisted up occasionally and hurting. I started working on it a few days ago and I think it'll probably fall off of its own volition in the next few days. Maybe tonight if I keep picking at it.

I'm going to go have one of those Eggo swirly things. And probably some Checker's fries and maybe some pizza rolls.