Phooey! no new posts for ages. At least we have good excuses. I was in the third world stealing their food and Aden was at home for three weeks working on his hair.

We’ve recently discovered this excellent site called WHERE ARE THE DOGS HUMPING? It’s somehow affiliated with another one of our favourite links MARRIED TO THE SEA which is reason enough to have a look… Do… It’s great.

A religious comic to celebrate the visit from the world’s most beloved Hitler Youth. Lets all celebrate this papal splendour with some unprotected sex. Woo!

I’ve been following the work of this cartoonist called Tim Molloy for the past few years. He’s in my top ten comic artist of all time and I found out today that he lives around the corner from me. Check this shit. It’s great.

Sorry about the long break between posts. I was in Tasmania teaching kids to draw comics. I got famous. I was in the paper twice in two days. On one of the days the headlines appeared, no shit, in this order:

Page 4: COUPLE WONDERS WHAT HAPPENED TO WOMBAT

Page 5: MELBOURNE CARTOONIST DRAWS CARTOON

Page 6: FLING INTO ‘TARTAN DAY’

It’s been a wild ride.

I can’t think of a worthy link for today. Go to boing-boing if you need one. Fucking vultures.

New first panel for next post. The couch is used.

I’m going to link you to my own shit today. Last Monday I tried to do a 24 hour comic. I failed dismally. I got six pages short of the required 24 and had to go to sleep.

You can see my noble efforts here at the Pulp Faction forum.

In other news I’m going to try put a comments function in this site. Watch this space.

Let’s reminisce about our troubled childhoods.

Anyone seen this fucking awesome fear campaign from the 1980’s lately? I remember how it enticed many a rugby league fan to take up gay bashing. It’s still a great ad though.

Look at that infected baby fly!

Hey! Guess what? It’s fucken BEEF WEEK!
Pile the kids and all of your husbands into that jalopy and head on down to Casino N.S.W. where they like large steaks on small plates. If you’re lucky you might even get to breathe your sour-mash infused breath all over the Queen of Beef Week.

Aden and I wrote this comic on the porch at his new place last night. After that I sat in his kitchen and drew it while he was making green chicken curry. I got to the last panel and realised a fatal flaw in our writing. This is a nose picking gag but our characters don’t have any sort of olfactory appendage. It’s a nose free webcomic.

It would be like the writers from The Simpsons including a character suffering from jaundice.

To counter this prime example of how not to make a webcomic I’d better link you to something. Try this: The exact opposite from Kazu Kibuishi.

Jesus. SFBE reaches new lows.

Cranky sends me This idea for a comic along with a note:

“You will be happy to know it does not shy away from what seems to be my favoured theme thus far - WANGS.”

At first I was dubious but then I showed it to Alicia and she laughed out loud, an endorsement that can not be ignored. The comic was thus drawn and put in the public domain for the lunchtime perusal of our employers, our aunties and the N.S.W. Police force. Hey. Least we’re not child pornographers.

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