Waiting room magazines kill brain cells.
Note about the magazine cover: I based it on an issue of O I saw in the grocery store. And my adoration of corgis.
This page should have appeared yesterday, but I forgot that Friday=post Wanderlost day. Fortunately a fan saying nice things about my stuff reminded me. (Thanks, Paul!)
So what I’m saying is heap praise upon me if you want more comics. No, that’s not what I’m saying. But please feel free to share pages you like on the Media of Social.
Dancing bunnies are shocking, indeed.
Say, mind if I plug my patreon? I have one. A few bucks here and there helps me create new comics and maintain the archive of old ones. Please consider dropping a dollar or two in the patreon bucket. Thanks!
Sometimes I forget I do a thing. Rummaging through my archives I stumbled upon this pinup I drew in 2012, inspired by the then recent Batman movie, The Dark Knight Rises. I liked the movie, but I confess the Adam West-Burt Ward era remains my favorite of all the screen adaptations. Which is probably why this is so silly. I still adore it.
Very innnnnteresting.
Fun times in the therapist’s office
The family dynamics of pigs can be complicated.
Whups. I meant to post this yesterday. Sometimes Mondays are like that.
Lots of anxiety in the waiting room.
Whenever I went to the therapist I had this small fear they might take me away and throw me in a padded cell forever. This might be rooted in “They’re Coming to Take Me Away” and the Pink Panther movies in which Herbert Lom’s Chief Inspector Dreyfus is driven mad by Inspector Clouseau’s bumbling.
The first visit to a therapist is always the most intimidating.
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