I had a hilariously enjoyable weekend, and today I started my new job. I am expecting more hilarious weekends in the future so don’t let me down everybody (don’t do it!). I guess I should probably have drawn something about it?
Miller and I have been trying to streamline our dual understandings of terms we’ll never fucking ever use in a conversation. And then I drew it.
I believe I wasn’t meant to be privy to the events in this panel, but, being a badass, I managed to withstand the Uneavesdroppable Words spell enveloping the kitchen as this action ocurred.
I tried to buy a stick blender today, but I couldn’t find any store that offered one at the mall I went to. I think I’d have better luck at actual kitchen shops.
It’s easy to write comics around Miller, because if I wait long enough he’ll usually say something insane or hilarious, and if he doesn’t, I can just say something hilarious myself and he’ll repeat it. Then I draw that. Now you know. This comic is redrawn pretty terribly because I’m tired and I’m not supposed to be awake. I am certainly not supposed to be watching the Hunt For Red Octobre (I think).
I modified the CSS to make this page much uglier. Tomorrow I’ll post a surprise or something.
It’s not important, in this panel, who Miller’s talking to (Mike), or talking about (you don’t know her), or even why (I’m still not sure). What is important? I’m determined to catch up here. Determined.
NASA is curious how awesome Mike is, and here is the answer. He is awesome enough to sing a duet of a post-grunge band long since made irrelevant. I am somewhat envious of Mike’s awesomeness; although I am sassy and a badass, I am not awesome. However, my teeth being able to close again is pretty awesome.








