How did thine date
go last eve?
   
 
  Oh -- you know.
It was alright, I suppose.
 
"Alright?" Thou hadst run out
of ornery, disgusting adjectives
to describe thine lady-friends!
No -- not necessarily.
This chick sort of left me
speechless, I guess.
 
I find myself to be somewhat
confused, good Rupert.
... Be thou in love?
We went back to her place,
and -- you know.
One thing led to another.
 
Aye? And that be bad how? She started using her teeth
in a way I'd never really
experienced before.
 
I say, Good Rupert.
Is not the usage of teeth
normally a pleasant thing?
Let me put it this way:
I'd rather not have my nads
looking like a discarded wad
of Big League Chew.
 
 
 
March 25th, 2005

o, two other webcomics of mine turned out to be less popular than I was originally hoping. This is probably for two reasons. The first, they both added to my workload. This caused me to be even more lazy about updating anything at all. The second -- there is no second. I just wanted to say I had two reasons.

I loved Refugees From Planet Cartridge, though. It was good practice at keeping characters with very different personalities. Some of my favorites:

Human - He was the regular guy, pretty straight thinking and to the point. Except, that is, for the kinky fetishes.

Robot - I liked Robot the best. He spoke in ALL CAPS. He had frequent misspellings. His text involved some crude form of l33tsp33k and disjointed sentences you'd see come out of a sixteen year old while kicking his ass in Unreal Tournament: "OMFG U SHOLD DIE HORABLY WITH PAINFULNESS."

Pitfall Harry - The wussy of the group. He died during the early strips, only to be reincarnated by the godly David Crane. I never really had a chance to elaborate on the reason David Crane reincarnated him. While learning about his new ability to teleport himself, he accidentally telefragged one of the Mars rovers.

Speaking of which, I'd have to say the Teleportation story arc was my favorite. All the carnage! All the telefragging! It made me miss those ridiculous games of Quake on 32-player servers. Two of every five kills were because of telefrags.

Look, everybody! It's two people arguing about Terri Schiavo! Why is this picture funny? I'll tell you why:

  • These guys don't know each other.

  • The one guy has a hole in his shirt sleeve.

  • The other guy has veins popping forth from his neck.

I so want one of them to punch the other in the face.

 
 
 
righteous!