And we're back on track. The odd thing is that we're working on a war comic that, so far, isn't anywhere near as graphic in its violence as this book is.

Is anybody else pumped about the upcoming TMNT game that looks to be a worthy successor of the series that spawned off of the original arcade game way back when? And the new movie might actually be worth a look to boot. If they can get Ghostbusters 3 to look anywhere near that good my childhood will be pleased. Still don't give a damn about the new Transformers movie, though; throw in some shit about anti-matter and my inner-child may be willing to negotiate.

Was incredibly busy, exhausted and drunk all weekend on account of being a groomsman for my friend Jake's wedding. As a result, I didn't have time to sit down and get a final draft for a page done which doesn't really bother me since, you know, my friend got married. Comics resume Wednesday!

CONGRATZ, BUDDAY!!1

There is nothing wrong with this page, it's just artistic is all. Yes. This is what I'm standing by. Screw all the haters!

Also, did you know that Hockey Zombie is updating again? I know I did!

I'm gonna go ahead and pass out like a pro. See you Monday!

Sorry about totally spacing on the date on Friday. I had to get a final draft of the script to Ant by Thursday morning for it to be done in time, but I ended up getting tricked into a drinking game with my roommate during Lost, where we had to drink everytime there was a flashback. Let me tell you something about Wednesday's episode, other than the fact that season 3 still sucks major ass: the entire goddamn episode was a flashback. If it weren't for my Kryptonian liver, that episode would have killed me. Drinking during Trick My Truck whenever the word "truck" is spoken is an infinitely safer game. Just a little PSA there.

Oh, and what's up with certain people shifting their format to join the ranks of the other 100,000 gaming webcomics? I thought I knew you.

I awoke bright and cheery
on this Coloradan day, dull and dreary.
Upon my computer I found
no word from Lance, no script around!
A huge test in Film was fast becoming,
a day full of classes with no comic drawing?
I must come up with something clever
To make Lance appreciate this endeavour!
Two classes down and nothing funny to draw
I suddenly remembered a failsafe way into bras!

Fuck that was terrible. I give up.

I drew this for you.

I kinda chuckled. Just showin sum love. ya heard?

One last note, Lance introduced me to the world of Brad Neely by way of his post, well, let me tell you DEAR READERS, that he is exploding with new material!

Now I'm gonna go work on Computer Science homework.

Quick note: I'm redoing a bunch of the coding on the site today(for server efficiency and my own convenience, nothing cosmetic), so comics, navigation and such may be down briefly at some point here. I'm trying to make the transition as seamless as possible, but we shall see.

FUCKING STOP IT ALREADY. TIM AND ERIC ARE NOT FUNNY.

The whole "we're not trying to be funny so it's actually hilarious" angle doesn't fucking work for an entire show. It BARELY fucking works for the comics we make around here.

Just make more Metalocalypse, Squidbillies, and Venture Bros and everything will be forgiven.

Page 16 is up, just as God intended it to be. We've reached the halfway point of our story, and things are about to pick up and run fist-first into a climax of dick-crushing proportions. Speaking of which, I've noticed that some people are confusing the fabled dick-punch with the ever risque ball-punch. The thing about the dick-punch is the dick: It's not a cheap shot if you hit him below the belt but above the sack. Right?

Anyways, I was going to get the rest of the site sections done over the weekend, but I got convinced by a certain party to do an act of derring-do for him. There'll be news on that soon, and I'm going to get the rest of the sections up around here this week.

And away I go!

Okay instead of like having like, an excuse that makes you feel sorry for me and shit, I've got this: I've been drunk for like 8 hours and the comic panels are like fish and shit. It's really quite incredible. The lesson here is that pre-bachelor party parties sneak up on you like fucking ninjas man. I found this out when we got measured for tuxedos and Jake was all, "hey, we should get bombed," and the general concensus was liek, "fuck yeah, man."

We playied "Crazy Bitch" by Buckcherry like 40 goddamn times on the principle that the bartender fucking hated that song. Also David ripped his shirt in half when I announced that it was Hulkmania and that was fucking awesome to some sort of degree.

Anyways, comic will be up when I wake up feeling like Danny looks. OH BURN BITCH! YOU'RE ALL UGLY AND SHIT! That joke sucked, blame Danny. He sucks. BYE!

EDIT: Andrew took it into his own hands to letter the comic. I can't make heads or tails of it right now but I'm sure it fucking rocks. If not I'll do something about it later. WE CONVERSED ABOUT IT APPARENTLY:

(02:26:08) Lance: I was all like
(02:26:11) Lance: "shit yeah, bitch"
(02:26:25) Lance: walking straight lines for fun ands hit
(02:26:40) Anthony: upload that before you pass out
(02:28:01) Lance: the police screaming in the last panel looks like ap arty or some shit
(02:28:02) Lance: like
(02:28:05) Lance: it's a banner
(02:28:06) Lance: for a party
(02:28:12) Lance: like all happy and stuff
(02:28:13) Anthony: get over it
(02:28:16) Lance: what's the deal with that
(02:28:24) Anthony: a sink being thrown in your face
(02:28:28) Anthony: that's what
(02:28:46) Lance: dude when I'm all
(02:28:52) Lance: master of lettering and shit
(02:28:54) Lance: you're fucked
(02:29:16) Anthony: mhmmm
(02:29:18) Lance: beer is my red kryptonight
(02:29:21) Lance: spelled right
(02:29:30) Lance: and tomorrow I'll be all yellow sun and shit
(02:29:33) Anthony: you're gonna have to learn how to write before you can become a master letterer
(02:29:33) Lance: and you're going to scream
(02:29:36) Lance: when I destroy oyu
(02:29:45) Anthony: FUCKIN BURN
(02:29:57) Anthony: that's gonna hurt worse than your hangover
(02:29:58) Lance: wait
(02:30:04) Lance: uh.....
(02:30:14) Lance: is that a jab at my current condition or are you saying I suck in general?
(02:30:23) Anthony: current condition
(02:30:31) Lance: I'LL FUDKING KILL YOU
(02:30:34) Lance: but that' socol, man
(02:30:44) Anthony: what about socol?
(02:30:56) Lance: you'll find out when you're my age.
(02:31:10) Anthony: uhhhhhhhhhh
(02:31:52) Lance: killed your ass with logic
(02:31:54) Lance: LOGIC LASERS
(02:32:03) Lance: fucking inventing those
(02:32:04) Lance: so hard

If theres one thing that arises from a slow downward spiral into insanity it's a strong desire for pancakes! Anywhoo I think Lance might be dead or else the auto-update function just makes him very very lazy.