I appear to still suffer residual nerve resistance to the bullshit party that is internet comics, or at least that’s the best explanation I can come up with for why my drawing is so slow, well that or the ravages of accelerated age which I don’t even want to think about. Comics: turning people into ghastly amphibians since 1913! I wonder if there’s a before and after pic of George Herriman. He probably literally turned into Michigan J. Frog. I of course am not George Herriman but I expect to have an inflatable throat sac at least by the time all this is over.

LET’S JUST GET THIS FUCKER OUT OF THE WAY

You were probably wondering (while sobbing in a corner) when I was going to do a Nobody Scores with Human Centipedes or something like that. But I have grown soft, and spared you that particular pain, choosing instead to shunt off the inevitable joke into a footnote comic that can be safely ignored, for that is my edict: all comics that are mixed in with the text like this can be completely ignored, in fact, it is probably better that way for all concerned. However the main Nobody Scores comics must be studied with great intensity possibly aided by pharmaceuticals.

Moviewise I did entertain faint hopes for Splice but apparently it sucks out loud to the point where even the combined forces of Sarah Polley and Adrian Brody – both of whom can carry ordinary movies singlehandedly – cannot save the thing. Welp. Guess I’m stayin’ inside some more. I thought I would rather exit the inside, go outside briefly until entering a car, drive to somewhere else inside, then return in a car back to the safe indoors, in an exciting episode we call “breaking the routine,” but not yet apparently!

I have a couple vaguely comic things to share with you next time, because it goes thematically with the next little comic, which is a much-delayed Rapid Response™ to another comic you probably read so long ago you forgot about. I am amazing.