The Bell, The Bell

sometimes

Sometimes I don't got it for ya, folks. Sometimes that little happy cartoon Toby just ain't in me and this is all we get.

Philz is in the mission district (and now Castro!) of San Francisco, The Alberta Press is in Portland on Alberta. The Wandering Goat Coffee Roasting Company is a fantastic little cafe on Madison street in Eugene. You hit madison going down 7th, head north past the train tracks, and it's right there on your left. Sara and I walked from the bus mall out there, and we were tired and very cold by the time we got in. I've never tasted more flavors in a cup of coffee, I've never enjoyed one more Sara was never more buzzed. They had a couch that was clean , it was beautifully decorated despite once being the offices of an auto upholstery company (or something). Go there and drink the coffee, you'll thank me.

Let's go out to the lobby (to ask for ice for our water bottle which we'll then fill with soda from the dollar store)

Hey guys speaking of caffeine Wandering Goat Coffee roasting company served me the best espresso of my life last Saturday. The bubble in the last panel was supposed to be a thought bubble, but
I couldn't bring myself to redraw it because that little running toby looks so sweet and lord knows if I'd ever draw him so good again.

Smash production.

I think that's my first clever title

Go Bees.

So someone at work saw one of my comics out of context, and I actually feel pretty bad about it. I don't think there's anything wrong with me cussin' and hatin' up a storm here online, but there ain't no reason that someone who works down the cubicle hall from me has to hear all about it if they didn't do a google search for "bells christmas baby hammer." So co-woker, I don't know if you know this website exists, or if you think I just make profane drawings to leave around the office and freak people out, but I'm sorry nonetheless.

There are no bees in China

Okay maybe there are now but there weren't.

EDIT: looking at this a few days later I see that I forgot to get rid of a squiggle (what I do when I'm drawing and need to tell myself to erase something in photoshop) and color my beard. No wonder readership's been falling off......

or, The Discovery of AK-47's by the Bees

Man that apostrophe after 47 looks so weird, but I just saw "CD's" in a New York Times headline, so I guess it's right.

That newspaper knows everything about me.

Sometimes it's the only way

to feel better, click to read the comic.

Lawless bears

Aaaaaand we're back to having very little to say. Do you guys read what's written over here? Or do you read the comic first?

Unexpectedly

So finally I actually have something to say with one of these comics. Three things:
1) thank you Drew
2) What the fuck is your problem out there on the marathon course? I understand you guys want to run but I gotta get to work. That's right assholes, for some of us the outdoors is not some secret hidden level of the gym. And no, I am not ripped, I ain't "carved out of wood." I just ride my bike to work and school every day, take public transport, and don't drive my goddamn Canyonero to the stadium parking lot so I can run a few miles while people scream at me that I'm amazing. So how bout you run your little race and let me ride my bike in the opposite direction without screaming at me to keep out of your way and shouting "look out look out look out look out look out look out," when I go past your tables with all the tiny cups. I do this route EVERY DAY, sorry I use wheels and don't have shorts riding up my ass while I do it. I guess one day out of the year I'd deserve a fucking cup of glucose if I did it that way.
3) Not you, I like you.
4) This was probably the most satisfying comic I have ever made.