My new dragon, courtesy of the uber-talented deadlykiwi (Heather Proctor):
(Via Mike Judge.)
Because nothing beats a little holiday pixel art on a wintry afternoon. Happy post-Christmas / New Year’s Eve Eve…Eve. Or something like that. ;)
(Via Extra Fabulous Comics.)
That seldom-acknowledged, often-practiced universal truth: taking your shirt off makes every situation more intense.
“Alright, people—and I use the word derogatarily—we can do this the wrong way or my way!” —Howard T. Duck
(Via Killer Kitsch.)
From a long-ago and far-away place whence Minecraftian creations were assembled by the laying of hands onto square-shaped, interlocking plastic bricks sometimes augmented by Lincoln Logs. ;)
(Via Stephan Pastis.)
Recognize the artwork in that Pearls Before Swine second panel? Someone special drew that. Someone without whom countless childhoods spent reading the Sunday paper would have been all for naught. Here’s a hint:
The idea I proposed was that instead of having me get hit on the head, I would pretend that Pearls was being drawn by a precocious second grader who thought my art was crap. I named her “Libby,” which I then shorted to “Lib.” (Hint, hint: It’s almost “Bill” backwards.)
Follow the link, read Stephan’s story…and bask in the awesomeness that is the return of Mr. Bigfoot himself to the daily comics. Sort of.
Put your mouth where your, er, mouth is.
It’s always better to leave the party early. If I had rolled along with the strip’s popularity and repeated myself for another five, 10 or 20 years, the people now “grieving” for “Calvin and Hobbes” would be wishing me dead and cursing newspapers for running tedious, ancient strips like mine instead of acquiring fresher, livelier talent.
Still, it doesn’t seem right that Calvin and Hobbes should bow out so early while Garfield drones on and on and on—to say nothing of twenty years without Video Power. ;)
This would make quite the tattoo…if my right buttock wasn’t already reserved for Bender B. Rodriguez’s swanky visage. And before you make fun of me for choosing a foul-mouthed, cigar-smoking robot over, say, a naked beach babe packing a machine gun in each hand, check out this list of 20 of the worst tattoos ever—
—and keep in mind that it could be much, much worse: