Surreal engine.

So that’s thirty comics in thirty days. I’m both happy and sad that its come to an end again. As you can see, when I come back to do this again, I’ve shot my lazy self in the foot with colour now being an option. If you’ve read any of the comics over the last month I thank you.

LBP-PR

I do own LBP2 and infact have a level called 'The evil deeds of Malcolm Dale' so if your ever online yourself look up 'PenguinPanic'.

Dinner rush.

A sort of Epilogue to Human traffic. This is the first WKODHIB i've drawn that doesn't involve Drake in some way. Its nice. I should have done more.

No Emotions

Due to the mass amount of work I had to do over the last week, I'm now up to a point where I have no idea what to write for the last three comics. This should be interesting.

Castle Crashers

This Comic stems from my feelings towards one Retched flatmate and something I actually did while not well the other week. I got through every episode in a matter of days.

Human Traffic Pt 4

Thus ends this visual representation of writers block.

Human Traffic Pt 3

Human Traffic Pt 2

Human Traffic Pt 1

I very recently started reading the work of Scott Kurtz and found myself trying to write a few comics with heart. Lets see how that works out.

Grave danger.

Last year I drew a comic in which Grey was upset by the fact GT5 had been delayed. The punchline was somewhat similar to today's comic.

Heartfelt

An adaptation of my blog post 'A little help'

Bowl in the wall.

We had just finnished playing LBP2 from start to finnish so at four in the morning it was either this or Porn.

Back we go.

The trailer is very shiny but considering the game won't play backwards it seems crazy for big-wigs to jump on board with a film based on the trailer alone.

Pool Hall Day's.

Now this one is more true to real life. Chris does rock at pool. He always lures us in with false promises of a fair match before cleaning up like a pro. Curse his knowledge of geometry.

Laser-Pest

This is true, in as much as it happened to Chris and not me. His score wasn't zero, But come on, He's the Spec-op of our clan. I was shocked. Of course Tim the solider, blasted his way to victory. I wanted to make sure I posted a comic that in some way linked to Resistance today because i've spent the last five hours running round a forest for a Competition Insomniac is hosting. I enlisted the help of my friend Claire and what started out as quite a serious shoot became rather more silly when we happened upon a rope swing. I'll post the photo's up in March.

Drake's Misfortune

This comic is now extremely outdated considering the trailer came out back in December. Still the concept stuck with me.

The Bromance Strikes back

The ‘again’ references a comic I drew for his last birthday chronicling the real occurrence of a small Bistro we would frequent called the Grill-Inn. They sat us in the window and lit a candle. It couldn’t have been more romantic if they tried. It closed down sadly, so we then moved on to Nando’s as our Birthday location.

Self-restraint

Today is My friend Andrew/Tim's Birthday. I hope he has a most excelent day. This time last year I traveled to Leed's to visit him. It snowed unexpectedly and the city looked stunning under the white cover.

Over saturation

The walking dead (despite being excelent) was the clearest sign that Zombies were becoming the new vampires.

True Git

The person in the last panel is real. When I was looking for a cowboy reference photo, I went to his Facebook. I didn't even have to scroll down to find a photo with the hat in.

Swings and roundabouts.

I'm not a crazy fan boy like the comic suggests. Its just fun to use the new character 'Kingsley' to debunk this common form of debate with logic.

Shop down.

Not much to say about this one... It is what it is.

Lord of the dance.

This little moment is taken directly from real life. Well when I say real life, I mean the one my clan the 'Knights of Polite' lead in the world or Resistance. If you haven't heard of the game resistance you can find my thoughts on it here. I'll also be talking about it again later in the month.

Beyond help.

My MP3 player (Desmond) is my longest running piece of Kit at five and a half years old. Then my Lap-top (Sanchez) and my current PS3 (Mal). When my first Playstaion ( Claude) Broke I did have a slight breakdown but that's how 'What kind of day has it been?' started, so every cloud.

Bad Romance

Since the initial rejection less then a month ago, I’ve ticked off three things from this depressing Romance bucket list. Tomorrow I should hopefully be seeing Paul with my delightful friends, which will complete the set. What to do then?

Yo-yo-yo-Sushi

I am a fan of Sushi, but the only good thing I found last time I went to a 'Yo-Sushi' place was a beer serving Robot. Which being T-total, I didn't get the most use out of.

Dead Right

My friend Rachel very kindly plugged my blog on her popular Twitter feed so if you've come here from her link I welcome you. Not all the comics will be about Video games.

Heavy Pain.

I loved Heavy Rain, but it did not require Move capability. I managed to play two scenes before changing back to normal controls. Which is a shame because Quantic dream worked on Move capability rather then make more DLC. If they HAD added the above scene it might all have been worth it.

Movin On up.

Some times the jokes for these comics just come to me and other times they are inspired by real world events. In this case two of my friend's first instinct when confronted with the Move was to stick it in their Mouth. I love them both for this.

Thirty comics, Thirty days.

Last year when I bought a Tablet for my PC I decided to practice and learn how to use it by drawing a three panel comic everyday for thirty days. Well exactly one year on I’m doing it again. I hope you enjoy the onslaught of daily content I’m about to throw your way.

A little help.

Marvel comics tried its hand at a comic to help people who might be thinking about Suicide. Unfortunately that comic consisted of one page setting up that the protagonist has it rough (His Dads dead and he’s failing in school) and then eight pages of Captain America beating up some dude’s. Now I’m not knocking the fact that Marvel have tried to handle a sensitive subject. I’m knocking the fact that the execution is just the worst.
Marvel has on its staff an abundance of talented writers. When one of their fictional characters dies they can write moving speeches that muster real emotions out of the reader. So was it really a wise choice to let a psychologist with limited comic book experience write this? Admittedly he might understand the mindset of a person in such a dark place, but if that’s true he certainly didn’t express it in the comic. The fact that this man is not a writer might have been the main reason the thing felt less like a help tool and more like a man living his fantasy of writing a Captain America comic.
I need to state that I’m all for a comic company trying to help people with such a constant and tragic problem and they have circulated the suicide hotline number on the final page which is great. It’s just a shame they couldn’t have made something less contrived to put that information out there.

The unexamined life.

The unexamined life is not worth living. This is some top-notch philosophy that two years ago I found incredibly moving (admittedly I heard it from the mouth of Demetri Martin and not Socrates but that’s irrelevant), but I’m finding that since I returned to Uni two weeks ago, the examined life is living painfully.
My plans for the next year of my life were simple. I was going to move in to a six-bedroom house with my Flatmates. I was going to ask out facebook-less girl. I was generally going to be a more confident person. Things were fine for the first week but then from Monday onwards it all came tumbling down like a game of extreme Jenga.
My flatmates got a four-person house secretly without telling me. I now had no housing situation and everyone else I knew already had plans set in place. In my own head I was homeless. Now this does tremendous things for the psyche. I started to examine reasons why they wouldn’t want to live with me. It can’t be anything to do with my household worthiness. I’m clean, I’m tidy and I own a sandwich maker. That’s the dream in terms of a Housemate. So with that in mind it must be me. I must be the problem. My personality, the things I like, and the things I say. They must equal an annoying tri-fector that repels people. The other scenario that People I’ve spoken to suggest, is that my current flatmates are massive tools in need of sensitivity training ( did I mention I only found out about them getting a four bedroom because they were running up and down the hall celebrating when they got it) but I can’t be sure which reason is correct yet.
Asking out the facebook-less girl went no better. She’s in a relationship so while I didn’t get out and out rejected I still left the conversation feeling like a fool. I started to thing about all the things that I’ve seen and that she’s said and in hindsight I can see she was in a relationship. I was just too damn oblivious to put the pieces together. I fear going to lecture on Thursday, pretending things are not awkward, despite the fact they definitely are.
Lastly I went to a party last night and started chatting to a girl around my age. She was ecstatic to meet me because she was tired of the abundance of 18/19 year olds that we face every day at the Uni. She was charming, Kind and modest and an all round delight but while we sat talking a secondary person joined the conversation. This man spoke to her with confidence that could have either stemmed from his handsome good looks or the aid of his alcohol. Regardless, with this in front of me I started to asses why I’ll always fail compared to the other guy. The fact that I look like a terminally ill Ewan McGregor or that I’ve not touched any alcohol for three years just left me feeling inadequate and eventually I made up an excuse and departed from the party deflated.
All week I’ve had trouble sleeping. Whenever I put my head on the pillow and close my eyes my brain starts up on all the problems. It devises scenarios that could have helped after the fact. Knowing that I could have said or done these things back then gets me even more downbeat because I know that I handled every real life scenario poorly. By examining my life I see that I’m not the kind of person that I wish I was but I also sadly see that there’s not much I can do about that. I can tell myself to run at a situation with the confidence of Robert Downey Jr but that’s not going to get the job done. At the end of the day I’m still me. I had no conclusion to this post, till I looked up the saying ‘the unexamined life is not worth living’ and saw another person had taken a run at it. Mark Twain said ‘The unexamined life may not be worth living, but the life too closely examined may not be lived at all’. So if I want to move on I need to stop thinking about everything that I do. Whether the unfortunate events of this week are my fault is not something I need to think about, And now that I’ve gotten those lingering feelings of doubt and self loathing out of my system and in to this blog I hopefully won’t. Well here’s hoping.