I’m saddened by the shitty drawings I’ve drawn here, but I’m still a fervent supporter of the idea this comic represents. It’s a good, solid joke. Ha ha. Oh man. Ha ha.

A random poem-like thing written one morning now illustrated. I found drawing “fusion” to be hard enough that I said, “let me do a terrible job and just go to bed”, and then did that.

Another of these things. I really like the way Tom Gauld does his little textured worlds, so wanted to use a little of that. The guy’s wearing a Dallas Cowboys hat because they’re the best team.

Another from this series, drawn a bit roughly as an experiment of some kind. I don’t know what to tell you except that these things are what they are.

One from the doodling notebook about peas in a pod and the unknown fact about the simile that peas are initially highly claustrophobic before becoming comfortable.

One of those comics from the notebook where I start drawing a little dude, then he says something, and it kind of goes from there. And where it goes I have no particular control over.

Continuing on with these weird conversations. In this instance I thought that these chairs might capture the deadpan thing I’m going for. Or maybe it’s two invisible people. We experiment and we see.

Went to a keynote at an AI-oriented conference yesterday and the guy gave this definition of artificial intelligence which allowed me to smirkingly slip in this comic on the subject. Ha!

Continuing on with the all-caps theme, here’s one about an unreasonable dislike of a stove clock. Poor old stove clock, nobody understands you.

The continuing anguish of people for whom it is too late to change. Why do I do this to them? I do not know, my friend, I do not know. This one flirts with the edge of my meanness though.