Et tu, Ian?

As I'm writing this post, Hurricane Ian is mowing down Central Florida like...like a lawnmower. And, like most people, I'm not happy to have another big storm right after the one that hit Puerto Rico. But, alas, that's not what I'm writing this post about. This post is much, much worse. Let's begin.

Six months ago, I had just come out of my little summer vacation and I was writing strips again. It was mid-August at this point, so nowhere close to Hurricane season. Not thinking much of it, I wrote a strip with a corny little pun about a hurricane. Fast forward to three days ago, and I'm trying to put out as many of these old cartoons as possible to make way for more recent material, so I publish the hurricane strip. Ten minutes later, I realize my brutal mistake. I look at my website traffic, praying that no one has seen it. But they have. And so, in my pool of shame and nachos, I slunk back into my room and shut the door. Until today, because today is comics day.

Anyway, I guess the point of the story is that a lot of times cartoonists will write seemingly meaningless strips, only for them to be received angrily upon release because of some event that happened three days ago, which was a month after the strip was written. So just know, the eye-storm Sunday page is not a comment on Hurricane Ian. Unless that makes me seem smart, clever, funny, or cool. In that case, it's totally about Ian, and you're special.

Awright, time fo' some comics, starting with...the infamous Eye-Storm strip:

I'm not saying anything else about this one. See my previous 3 paragraph allegory.

When this happens to me, I don't get to go back home. I have to take it like a man. But I wanna take it like a wimp, like Napoleon.

Lately, I've been inspired by Berkeley Breathed, creator of Bloom County. This strip has nothing to do with that inspiration.

Okay, guess it's time to close up shop, folks.

Adios!