Premise Beach

You may have noticed that there was no comic yesterday, and I’m sorry to say it, but unless I have a sudden four hour creative burst in the next few hours, there likely won’t be a comic on Thursday.  I don’t want to make excuses, so I won’t.  I know how much it sucks when you go to a website hungry for an update, and there’s no new content.

I’ll do my best to work ahead in the next few days, get a few in the buffer, to ensure that this won’t happen again any time soon.  I’ve been working without a buffer for so long on, I’ve just gotten used to it, but that’s no way to make comics.  Hell, with Ski Ninjas, my other comic, which updates twice a week, I’ve normally got a month worth of strips in my buffer.

So, while you’re waiting for me to get back to making comics that I put some artistic effort into, why not check out the lazy, I’ve-been-told-it’s-much-funnier comic?

See you folks on Tuesday!

I’ve had a few people (ie: neeeeeeeerds) ask me how closely I’m going to adhere to the whole Death and Return of Superman story arc that I’m currently parodying.  The answer to that, my dears, is that I’m not entirely sure, but probably not too closely.  I mean, I’ve got all of the characters’ motivations and alliances mapped out, but I’m going to be throwing in a lot of sight gags that relate to the source material. For instance, Toast City will burn, I can assure you.

On the other hand, I don’t imagine that Yvette’s going to die, and then come back in a badass black outfit.  Heck, I’m not even sure what character is supposed to be Superman in this.   In the end, I want the story to stand on its own merits, without having to rely on inside jokes.

It’s been a slow start, but now that we’ve introduced all of the players, things are going to be picking up, so thanks for indulging me.

2011: The year where a bunch of ladies fight and stuff.

Ooh, contests!

So, like Yvette mentioned in this comic, this sweet little house hippo needs himself (it’s a boy, as near as we can tell) a name, and I haven’t the slightest clue what it should be.  I desperately need your help in naming the little muffin!

Send me an email with the subject “House Hippo Name“, including your name and mailing address.  The name could be anything.  Jeffrey Bananas.  Jenga.  The 15th Dalai Lama as a Hippo.  For those of you who have never had a pet, this is the perfect time for you to name an animal that can’t possibly understand you, but loves the food that you bring it.

“What do I get out of it?”

Well, for your troubles, you will be featured in the comic revealing the house hippo’s name!  You!  In comic form!  Yucking it up with everyone’s favourite angry lesbian and dumb hunk!

In addition to that, I’ll also mail out a signed print of the comic to you, suitable for framing and showing off to friends, family, and strangers that come into your house to rob you of your awesome print.

The contest ends Thursday, November 18th at midnight, so start brainstorming now!

A message from Concerned Comic Makers.