Catching Up on Crap

I seen a bigfoot!

After a surprisingly quick drive-thru chat with the US Border Patrol, I spent a couple of days in the Vermont wilderness, where I happened upon the rare natural phenomenon known as the Harpoon BBQ Fest.

I like Vermont. It is the New Englandiest state in New England. For the curious, here are my rankings from most New Englandy to least: Vermont, Massachusetts, Maine, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, Connecticut (Eastern half only). These rankings are final and binding.

Now I’m back home trying to make a cartoon and catch up on everything else that makes me such a miserable asshole before I move a couple blocks down the street this weekend. If I missed an email or two, keep resending that bad boy! I’ll get back to you eventually.

What’s On Low Information Voters’ Minds?


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Once again, here’s a cartoon that would be vastly improved if you imagine Tracy Jordan saying all the lines. I swear I’m one step away from writing Tracy Jordan fan fiction. Tracy in Space!

This is an early update from Canada. I’ll be in the Vermont woods tonight, far away from the internet. Let’s hope that the US border patrol isn’t a bunch of dicks.

Next Week: Cavalcade of Fart Jokes

Conservative Horror Comics


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Sorry this isn’t about the New Yorker.

Hey British people! If you’ve got nothing going on this weekend, tune into BBC Radio 4 Saturday at 10:30am (Limey Time) for Phil Jupitus’ Comic Love. Some of my CWA pals and I will be in there yapping away at some point. Here’s a promotional article about the show featuring some clips. It’ll be available online a week later for anyone who missed it. I’m sure it will only increase the confusion among people who think I’m this guy.

One more bit of housekeeping: I’m going on vacation next week. I’ll have occasional access to the internet, so next week’s cartoon might be late or early. If anyone knows anything cool to do in Montreal besides eat poutine, feel free share in the comments.

Next Week: What’s on Low Information Voters’ Minds?

That Was Unpleasant

Thursday night, right after updating this website, my video card went bananas. Because I am half-retarded, I didn’t figure this out until after I thought the OS was boned. Luckily I had an external hard drive that automatically backs up my comics and a beater laptop so I didn’t lose anything important or miss my deadlines.

It sucks to lose a day doing computerly housekeeping, but at least I got rid of a lot of the cruft that’s accumulated on my machine over the years. The only losses were some photos from college. But I don’t really need pictures of me giving the thumbs up in various stages of inebriation.

Ask a Carny II

Advice from the Midway
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You can find the first intallment here. I think it was Matt Bors who told me at the time that it should be a recurring bit. Dude knows what he’s talking about. This anonymous carny will get his own website if enough internet folk submit him questions. (Through me, since he shuns the internet because it exposes all the carny scams.)

And for all you touchy-feely hippies who think I’m being classist for mocking carnies, fuck you. They are terrible people who charge $4 for a corndog and harass you for not playing some dumbshit rigged game.

BONUS – My day at the Brockton Fair.

Next Week: Conservative Horror Comics

While I’m Up

New Beck is greater than Girl Talk for the simple reason that Beck actually made all the shit on his album. Girl Talk is one step above me in my parents’ cupboard banging on pots in 1980. But I admit those 1980 pots got shafted by David Byrne, who banged on said pots in 1982’s Pot-Banging-Fuck-Explosion, but I’ll give him a pass since he was like 900 million-years-old at the time. (Ha! Take that, old dude who actually deserves my respect!)