I shouldn't have to tell you how this came about.

No, it wasn't another fixer upper. This time, it was all me, baby.

 

But to the point, hair is very serious business. Did you know there are people out there like me who are running short on shampoo and don't have the time to get it?

It's terrible! I will certainly come upon hard times soon.

If I wasn't doing this webcomic stuff around the clock, I estimate I would have about six tons of shampoo available. You know you folks run me pretty ragged... but I don't mind making some sacrifices.

 

So I say to those of you out there who are perfectly able to take good care of your hair:

 

It is the most important part of living a good life. You have good hair, you are good person.

Bad hair day? You're a bad person for the whole day! If you don't believe me, just keep an eye on what you're doing throughout the day, take notes on your activities. When you next have a good hair day, read the list. That is way too many dead puppies for anyone's liking, among other atrocities.

 

But I'm telling you now! Avoid being a bad person altogether, and just take good care of your hair!

 

 

I do not look forward to the future.

It frightens me so.

 

 

:(

 

 

Yeah, been doing a bit of drawing for Gaming Steve forums again out of boredom and all.

Made it quite clear to them that they owe me money for these works. They laughed and said, "Good old Gauphastus. Always with the money."

 

Actually, I realize I'd forgotten something. I remember that what I just mentioned was just a dream.

The monetary demands and the forum members laughing and saying, "Good old Gauphastus. Always with the money." I mean.

 

 

But more to the point, we're currently doing a sort of game. Some monster on opium came into the thread and vomited some sort of visual diarrhea on my screen.

I made sure to quickly redraw it. Polishing a turd, so to speak.

Another member came in shortly after and suggested the artists on the site partake in a little game of We'll Upgrade Your Lousy Drawing You Trash.

It's like Eat Poop You Cat, only a lot less funny.

 

Here's what I did today.

 

 

 

I make a habit of naming every character I draw. Even if he is based on another man's diarrhea, the revisioning is completely mine.

Not sure if that will hold up in court when the time comes, but it's a good line for the time being. The more I type, the more it looks like I actually cared enough to write up a decent article for the page. Nobody reads this stuff anyway, so I can just say whatever I want. Your mother is so fat that when she redraws an old guy, she eats the paint instead and cannot finish the drawing; she undoubtedly feels bad, and can't go to work due to depression. They fire her, and she can no longer support you.

So you get kicked out because your mom is fat.

 

Also, his name is Edward Cereal. He is a retired inventor having a surprise birthday party -- and as with all my images, hover over for alt text.

An inventor, yes. Guess what he invented?

 

Yes, you are surely correct.

 

Thumb tacks.

 

Though history would later be rewritten to have some other jackhole named as the creator of the thumbtack, the true credit goes to Edward Cereal.

What a great man.

A miserable little prick who didn't like our surprise party, but a brilliant man nonetheless.

 

 

 

Tune in next week when I update with an update of sorts. Coming up next: something!