Farewell for now, Sarah.

Sarah left us for the Willy Street Coop, and now no one at work keeps the Patriarchy at bay.



Post Publish Edit:

Layers. And Narwhal.

I don't really like the London Fog.  I don't have the seething hatred for it that has become associated with me.  Or rather, I didn't until it did.  Now that Rob is synonymous with London Fog loathing, I resent the drink even more.  Just call it an Earl Grey Latte with vanilla.  You can get it without vanilla.  You can get other tea lattes.  But I digress.  I don't really remember having a plan for this one.



Format Update:

Are the words too small?  That's something I routinely worry about.  My handwriting isn't the best, and I don't block out anything in advance.  Sometimes I'll practice a panel once before drawing it, but most comics get drawn in a single go.

Day 4, In Which Rob Dies

Plagiarizing the F Bomb

Here at Barista Powers Industries we normally don't have the time nor the inclination to get overtly political, but I'm pretty done with the anti-Mary Burke ads right now.



I'm not saying Scott Walker is a D-Bag, I'm just saying to whoever is running these stupid plagiarism ads "these ads are stupid."


Format Update:

I Meant The 29th Of October

I'm a little behind on comics,  It's true.  And I'm sorry.  There's been stuff going on.  But I'm getting back in the ring.  I made comics for days 1, 3, and 4 of UGM.  I've lost day 1, so here's day 3.