New Site!

Hey guys,
So I finally did it, I made my own site, complete with a monthly bill I'll get depressed and wonder why I'm paying periodically.

for new comics, please head over to http://www.thebellthebell.com/

Secrets

In his defense, I think he just needed it to help carry his bags. Seriously beware of a crusader against certain varieties of make-outs.

Soy Latte

We're gonna wear the skins of animals!

What's up guys? I haven't been around much, and whose fault is that?

Bike Accident/The Dozens

If you're wondering why that bike seat looks weird, it's because my bike seat looks weird. If you're wondering why the other guy, the sidewalk, my zipper, and the urinal looks weird, it's because I devote a lot of my time to drawing, SOMETHING I'M NOT EXACTLY RAD AT.

Parenthood Fears, part one.

I've not yet finished anything that I labeled as 'Part One.' In the case of comics describing my worst fears of parenthood, that's probably for the best

cameos

I drew this, so so what does that say about me?

What should have happened

Isn't it what we all were expecting?

Our generation's most trusted actor

I've represented T-Pain this way at least twice. Watching his videos always cheers me up. I am sorry Tom Hanks.

Messages

An additive in plastics, well known to be in water bottles.

You'll probably have to click through.

srsly

Three hundred m*****f***ers

This is my 300th post. Also silhouettes (a word I cannot hope to spell correctly) of animals are all I want to draw right now.

WhIP

A still from a work in progress that I'm progressively working on.

Empty

So there was this hole.

People said that it was older than sin, but no one really knew. It swallowed every word you spoke into it. Even if someone crouched down next to you, so close that your stubble brushed their ear, still they’d hear nothing.

People whispered their secrets into the hole. Maybe it was the shape or maybe it was inside each person, but still you always felt that at least you’d told someone.

There was a photo of Henry Ford speaking into the hole. They say his fingers were white as they clutched its edges. He spoke for hours and was seen to cry.

So that was just great, and everybody liked it. People came from all over, it was in the guidebooks, with a little icon that meant ‘attraction,’ and a single dollar sign, which meant it was very cheap to do.

A spring, down the hill, burbled up everything that anybody into the hole. No one minded, because its secrets were those of the last century, things spoken into the hole by people’s grandfathers. With their out-of-date fears and ridiculous synonyms for fucking their stories were more amusing than sad. Also, it was in real time, so it wasn’t like you could look and find what Babyface Nelson had said to the hole.

It was just what somebody’s aunt had said one afternoon, one hundred years ago.

Why would anyone worry so much about such a thing?