I couldn’t come up with any good ideas this week, so you get more old school Life in a Black Hole. Good thing I have a lot of this stuff…
Anyway, this is from the Andrews’ Apocalypse saga. Enjoy!
I couldn’t come up with any good ideas this week, so you get more old school Life in a Black Hole. Good thing I have a lot of this stuff…
Anyway, this is from the Andrews’ Apocalypse saga. Enjoy!
A double dose of Old School Life in a Black Hole!
First, our old friend Gothic Heat has some trouble in the food court…
And the pugilistic penguin, Solomon (sometimes Samson cuz if you’re looking for consistency, then you’re looking in the wrong place) re-meets his nippy Moriarty, Christof!
The usual three panels will be back next week, kiddos. Hit the like button and buy me drinks when you see me.
It’s been an…interesting year, so far.
One mistake led to another led to another led to me having to redo the originally planned comic for this week. Thank godness I have a little over a years worth of old school material!
Enjoy your filler apocalypse, fans. Fillerpocalypse?
This comic stems from a friend asking me why there was underwear next to the ice cubes.
Yup! I’m quitting my job. It’s one of those “Stay the well paying, somewhat stable course or risk it in potentially choppy waters” sort of things. Is that a thing? I don’t know, it was freaking me out, though.
Anyway. The new gig has many upsides, including the amount of time it will let me devote to my creative exploits! So the quality of Life in a Black Hole may increase. It probably won’t, but you never know.
Oh, and pro tip? When you ask your friends for stupid things you’ve done to use as creative material, be specific. Otherwise they will text you for days on shit like the time that you accidentally colored their apartment orange or inadvertently destroyed their rare book or encouraged their alcoholism…the list goes on and on.
The beer is cold smoke. Listen to more Thunderscore.
Not exactly true.
I did some yoga at one point.
Just a quiet night here at Life in a Black Hole studios. I’ll leave the vaguely racist binge-drinking to my neighbors.
So I didn’t make it into the Indie comix issue. I’m handling this rejection with grace and aplomb. Also, meet Townie Noah. He’s bound to be around. And someone got a summer haircut.
This is the comic that I sent in to the Indie! We’ll find out if they liked it in two days.