Age in Males of the Species

Welcome to tuesday happy readers. ( and sad ones also)

This particular comic was suggested to me by a dear friend. Thank you Andrew for the idea. Once I heard it, I had to draw it of course. I find it harder and harder to avoid doing cartoons of childcare lately. This is likely due to the ongoing potty training, and an inability to get more than a foot away from my child in the past week.

I love the idea of the whole aspect of growing older being the sort of thing a researcher could sum up in pants length. Age=pants length/intelligence or somesuch.

This sort of thing has probably been riffed on before, but fuck it. Its my webcomic, with my characters. In the immortal words of Cartman, "I will do what I want!"


ps-To my darling child,

I love you dearly, but man kid, stop taking my kindle
(yes i know it IS awesome)
then demanding I let you kick me in the groin for an hour while you play games on it.

This makes it hard to draw, write or think about much besides the last time you used the potty.

Love,

Your father

Oh my god, I am getting old.(No kidding)

My wife and I realized this morning that our wedding anniversary was coming up on the 16th(or17th). Providence decided that we would always celebrate after receiving a paycheck. This past year has been a doozy. Without going into too much drama, we have had some serious 'discussions'. I have also dealt with a lot of humbling experiences, from losing my job, and my house, to dealing with a pretty fucked up knee, and the fun of high blood pressure medications, like some 80 year old.

When we first met, I was working in a start up that was going to re-write on line auctions with state of the art development. Year and a half later, I found myself out of work. We had to scramble, but soon I found better, and my technical skills became much more useful, as well as my ability to talk to people. I know, its weird that people actually don't listen much anymore. Especially in technology. It seems that the loudest voice carries the day, rather than the quiet one that mentions that the loud guy is talking about impossible things. But I digress.

I have always played around with my artwork. After having my child, I thought I would never have time for it again. I am glad that I have bit the bullet so to speak, and bought all the tools necessary to do some hard artwork. I'm going to start with just some light sketches, but I can tell that with a little time and humor, I can get things really moving on this. If it doesn't work out, I will still have enjoyed doing it, for arts sake (little cliché, but whatever).