Not sure how I feel about the mental structure behind creating this particular comic. I regularly wonder about why caffeine somehow makes Coke & coffee taste different, and for that matter, the odd coincidence that coffee and caffeine are so similarly spelled. I will also regularly ask questions like this to anyone and everyone. But this comic just wrote itself with the punching. It was automatically generated by my brain to have this rambling, inquisitive character punched. My only conclusion is that I annoy the hell out of myself, and like I said, I'm not sure how I feel about that.
So around the corner, there's this place that used to be called "Adam's Food Store." They've recently changed their name to "Discount Food Store," retaining all their crappy employees and crappy prices. Their deli won't even be re-opened for another four weeks. But for some reason, because of the name change alone apparently, the place is three times as packed as it ever was. It took me 20 minutes just to buy seltzer, people.
Here is the twentieth Hamsterdunce comic. Boy oh boy, I figured I'd have quit this thing by now. But no, it is simply too much fun, especially on a day like today when cool guys like Matt "Stretta" Davidson share writing duties.
These Sunday ones have been really fun. This one features 26 hamsters. Please enjoy the full color hamsters.
And by the way, yes, there are very probably 100 bands out there called "Free Beer." Another good one, I always have thought, is a band called "TBA" (as in "To Be Announced.") For local music news-rags that run band info, bars & clubs will just tell 'em "TBA" if nothing's set in stone yet, so this wuold be a good name for a struggling young band; people might actually believe they're playing like a dozen gigs in one weekend! If you use this idea, you may mail all your excess residuals thusly-like.
In all fairness, I do connect with at least half of my ex work friends on Facebook at least once every four months or so... but far, far gone are the days of mopping beer off each other's floors with our beards.
This comic could contain roughly 50,000 panels, but I figured you'd get the message after three. I've been in possibly over a dozen local bands and I've been involved with at least one conversation like this in every single band.
It's a bit hypocritical of me to make any criticisms about committees or people with jobs in general, isn't it?
Still, I get bored watching editorials & reading commentaries from people endlessly talking about what we need to do to fix the economy, environment, swine flu, impending martial law, mile-high typhoons, alien invasions, etc. The "we" they must mean is Superman, because they & the other 6.7 billion of us are all just sitting on ass trying to call each other to arms. Meanwhile, I'm sitting on ass drawing cartoons about it for only about a dozen of those 6.7 billion people to read, so poop on me.