#145 - Love and Couches
Monday, July 3rd, 2006It’s “No Update Wednesday” today. It’s a national holiday in Canada whereby webcomic pencil jerks don’t need to update their comics. Be back on Friday. For what it’s worth, the archives are now completely up to date.
Jamie and I are going to be interviewed on the comic-themed radio show, Inkstuds, this coming Thursday at 2pm (Pacific). You can listen online at citr.ca. We’ll be talking about Filth Hole, San Diego, comics, booze, music and other stuff of little or no interest.
Today, I just started reading my first Hunter S Thompson book (”Hells Angels”). Not sure why I’ve avoided his stuff for so long. Everything I know about him indicates that I would love his stuff, which is the case. I’m only a few pages in, but loving his writing voice.
July 4th, 2006 at 1:14 am
Word dude.
This storyline just keeps getting odder…
July 4th, 2006 at 2:14 am
I’ve never been that out of it. Once a friend and I were on mushrooms, and as we were walking from our smoke-spot in the woods, a strange alternate path appeared (which we both clearly saw). We knew that it wasn’t the right way to go, but it seemed so real, we were tempted to take it. We didn’t, and that was probably a good decision, as I had recently made a floating sphere in mid-air simply with a motion of my hand (which my friend could also see).
Another time I was watching Beetlejuice on mush and when I yawned, my jaw locked open. Then, as I was touching my jaw I felt it shift up to the left side of my face. Sufficed to say, I turned off the movie, and tried to sleep while gnomes continuously peeped over the couch and danced in the centre of the room. Fucking gnomes freak me out, you never know where they’re going to pop up next.
July 4th, 2006 at 3:07 am
Tim’s stopped smoking and Scooter appears to be farting stars.
I’m scared. Please make the bad cat stop.
July 4th, 2006 at 6:19 am
What is it with people high as shit and wanting to build a fort out of couch cusions.
July 4th, 2006 at 11:39 pm
That “happy times” text looks like it was a bitch to draw.
July 5th, 2006 at 12:10 am
how in the HELL is a dash of love going to hold up a cushion fort?!
July 5th, 2006 at 9:40 am
Love can hold up even the weakest of cushion forts, but if attacked by seige weaponry of malice, then only crazy glue will suffice.
July 5th, 2006 at 11:14 am
Crazy glue and duct tape.
July 5th, 2006 at 9:34 pm
I love seeing Tim react to these trips he takes. How can anyone see the euphoric, mind-altering joy he’s having in those great, big cow eyes of his?
I guess it makes since that you mention how you started reading Hunter S. Thompson at this juncture, then, Frank, except, from what I understand of his work, reading Fear and Loathing would make this strip a little less loving and a little more full of reptilian people.
July 5th, 2006 at 10:46 pm
HST is a god, tho i have read Sonny Berger’s(sp) book and he mentioneds how HST made most of “Hells Angels up”. It is a shame.. Cuz you don’t know who to trust.. I leaning to the HA’s outlook on it.. Cuz, they scare the crap outta me.. LOL
July 5th, 2006 at 10:54 pm
I once had a roommate in college named Scooter. Oh, how I hated him.
I also hate this Scooter, just because he has a sucky name.
July 6th, 2006 at 10:09 am
That makes me think of the song ‘Personal Jesus’ for some reason.
July 6th, 2006 at 1:44 pm
Dude, colored-in Hate Song is like strawberry flavored heroin. Nice, and all, but not when it means a fix less often.
BTW, long live HST. I have a bunch of his books, and I’ll send them to you, if you want, as thanks for Hate Song.
July 6th, 2006 at 6:28 pm
they have strawberry flavoured heroin now? but who cares? you can stare at the pretty colours until the next hate song comes out. especially if you’re high, although not too high as to not be able to read anymore….
July 14th, 2006 at 3:44 am
chair cushion lawn
All the darkness in the world cannot put out the smallest candle. The darker it is, more brightly shines the candle. instead of complaining about the dark search for your candle. Believe me; It exists
July 21st, 2006 at 1:27 pm
continuing education credit for massage therapist
All the darkness in the world cannot put out the smallest candle. The darker it is, more brightly shines the candle. instead of complaining about the dark search for your candle. Believe me; It exists