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You just can’t get good help these days. Especially from the living dead. Damned Zombies never follow instructions.
Sunday I put in about 400 square feet of hardwood floor… I don’t want to brag (Yes I do) but I believe that makes me pure awesome sauce.
Now if somebody would please give me massive amounts of painkillers I would appreciate it. I am in incredible pain.
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(sigh) I don’t like this comic… It has nothing to do with zombies and I’m sure I can draw better than this now.
But, I’ve been using every free second to refinish my floors and I’m spent. So this comic, I drew a long time ago is all I got today. Sorry… I feel tremendous shame. Even more than my usual level of shame.
…um …um I’ll do better Monday.
Anyway…. Come on! If you had access to the “Engorgio Charm” don’t you lie and say you wouldn’t magically enlarge your naughty bits. If you were Harry Potter you would walk around with magically enlarged junk all the time and you know it.
…just me. Fine. I admit it.
Man, I can’t wait to get back to making regular zombie comics…
But since I’m spending nearly 100% of my waking hours fixing up my new house, I’ve got a while left to go of making my “Half-assed” comics.
Hope you don’t mind.
Blame the previous owner… Holy crap! They had no idea how to maintain a house in any way, shape, or form…. So now I have the struggles. It’ll be worth it in the end though.
The Undead Love The Obituaries. For Zombies it’s like a dating service.
I think it’s kind of morbid and more than a little bit creepy to check out the Obituaries. I’ve known people though who love them, read them every day…
And people say I’m weird.
Fast zombies vs. Slow zombies: The great debate.
Why is this even a debate. It’s like debating who’s the best Captain Kirk or Picard. (The answer to that question is Darth Vader, damnit!)
What people are really debating is the George Romero Zombie rules. That’s fine, I’m not a purist. I like a wide variety of zombies.
I enjoy the Romero Zombie for it’s sense of slowly impending dread… It’s like a family reunion, but instead of great grandma kissing you she tries to take a chunk out of your arm…. Better pray she forgot her dentures.
I also enjoy the terror of fast zombies… There just like my kids, but the zombies smell better and don’t ask me for money.