You’ll have to forgive the cut and paste on today’s comic, got home super late and this was the only way to get the comic out before I collapsed in a boneless heap of sleepy despair.

Holy crap I am tired.  I really need to work harder on getting a buffer so I don’t have anymore of these late nights.

On the plus side we’ll get to see the character Sheila and her (Cough) assets (cough cough) for a while.  You’d be surprised how many requests I get to bring her back to the comic strip… I’m almost up to double digits!

I hope to exercise some of my own personal demons with Sheila’s appearance in the strip….. I have so many that it may take a while.  Isn’t it fun to be emotionally scarred kids?…. for life.

I’m going to bed.

I cannot be the only one who has this fantasy every time I use a self checkout.  I refuse to believe that.

Also… I really do wish I was Indiana Jones.  But not from the fourth movie, that movie sucked.

A zombie ex-wife is way more scary than a live one because it combines the relentless endurance of the zombie with the terrifying cannibalistic evil of an ex-wife.  The combination is so potent it has been known to drive lesser men to madness.

I’ve been looking for a way to bring Lovecraft’s ex-wife Sheila back into the comic.  I’ve given her character a slight art upgrade, but I assure you she is still very very dangerous.

…….

This is where I always feel compelled to put a disclaimer.

To my own e-wife’s legal team:
The zombie character Sheila is in no way based on your client.  Any behavior similar to that allegedly perpetrated by your client is entirely coincidental.

For example if the character Sheila should say try to kill her ex-husband by throwing a snow globe at his head it would be purely coincidental to the time your client tried to kill me by throwing a snow globe at my head.  Also when Sheila hears crazy voices that tell her to do things…. painful erratic things, this should also be considered coincidental to your own client’s inner voices making her do painful erratic bahavior.

There is no need to sue me or get litigious in any way.  Besides I don’t have any money anyway.

I love the idea that even after the zombie apocalypse comes, “life” pretty much goes on as normal for my little undead characters.

Zombies should have to keep working, pay taxes and rent, and behave normally. Of course periodically they can attack some lowly survivor to keep things interesting.

Got a little bit copy and pasty with this comic which I don’t normally like doing, but I’m out of time this weekend so this is the best I could do. Sorry about that.

I love drawing this comic, it gives me the chance to draw some of the weirdest stuff, zombies, mutants,…er… zombie mutants.

I’m old and decrepit so I saw “Total Recall” in the theater. The main impression I came away with (Other than an appreciation for three melons) is that Kuato never ever got his nose wiped. What the hell? He’s a parasitic twin with his own arms. WIPE YOUR NOSE. Or your brother could wipe it. Arnold could wipe it for all I care. You’ve got shirt in front of your slimy face all day. Wipe it on that ya weirdo!

It always really bothered me….

Then I had kids. HOLY CRAP! The little buggers run around with gallons of snot running down their faces all day and all I can think of is that they look like little Kuatos!

Here’s a note to all future fathers. Your future wives will not appreciate it if you “lovingly” refer to their precious babies as “Gross little Kuatos.” They don’t like that. Trust me I know this from experience.

It is so very late and I’m am so very sleepy.

Still zombies don’t draw themselves… Can you imagine how awesome that would be if they could. I could have a whole entire cadre of zombies chained to their desks pumping out comic after comic relentlessly forever…… I’m giddy just thinking of it.

That’s not that far off of what zombies are about btw. According to Haitian folklore voodoo priests (Bokors) could turn someone into a zombie and that person would basically end up being slave labor on someone’s plantation after that. Not exactly the George Romero zombie of pop culture.

Instead of eating the tasty flesh of the living you are condemned to work in the fields all day, every day. That sucks.

In my never ending quest to be the biggest zombie nerd of them all I’m currently reading about “The Voodoo” Soon I plan on making a whole bunch of voodoo dolls of people I don’t like and sticking them with needles.

There’s going to be a whole bunch of jerks from my old high school who are going to feel some needle stabbin’s very soon.