So, I am rapidly beginning to see the futility of even attempting to define a deadline for this whole web-comic thing. You see, the problem is simply that PJ and I are slackers.
Material is not the problem. We have hilarious lives; virtually every conversation we have is grounds for it's own comic (ranging from what the Templars are thinking in Assassin's Creed, The most violent movie ever not made (Care Bear Marauder), and even the dangers of trying to play a drinking game with the Star Wars...uhm....sextilogy, I guess.)
The actual problem in comic production is when we actually have to do something. A distinct lack of actual skill in drawing or web design isn't a huge help, either.
But that is no reason for us to not have an active blog, right?
In unrelated news, I am stoked that the Pats got their asses stuck with a great big Plasma 'nade in tonight's game. I was still pissed about them cheating against the Jets earlier this season.
I know, I know, "TK! What the hell are you doing watching professional sports?!" Well you see, it wasn't all bad. My compatriots and I happened to be taking advantage of a marvelous double TV set-up to play some Halo 3 while we watched. Don't worry, nothing could take me away from Halo.
A couple of funny lines came up while we were playing:
"Ok dude, for the last time, if you are running towards someone firing a needler at you, change your strategy, you're going to blow up!"
and
"Where the hell did that come from"
"I walked up to you and put a needle grenade on your face.....boop."
(For maximum humor effect, be sure to read that 'boop' as in the near final scene of Super Bad when the kids go to bed together.)
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