V2

I redesigned the Sbock label slightly. Originally, the black at the top was supposed to represent the black part at the neck of the Starfleet uniform, but I think it works just as well, if not better, as Spock's hairline. Adding a little bit of sideburns and the iconic eyebrow as some underlining completes the change. The ABV and brew date were bugging me, so I made them less intrusive. I think it's a big improvement, how about you?

"Rum" should be a tag on this blog

Nonsensical bonus panels!


The rum in question!

Reviews range from "ok" to "I wouldn't feed this to my alcoholic dog."

The Most Logical Outcome

Some day I'm going to learn to brew beer. On that day, I will make a bock, and this will be the label. If anyone steals this idea, I will come to their house and beat them to within an inch of their life. FAIR WARNING.

Barely

It took me two years and a two-quarterback league, but I finally broke 200 points in a fantasy game. Woo.

Bound to happen

This comic is brought to you by me seeing "40% less calories" on a package of light cheese.

Brimstone Frosty

The day after Thanksgiving, they started playing ALL Christmas music at work, so a lot of these songs have gotten into my head. Turns out when you listen to them constantly, they get weird. Fast.

Frankly, it's inconsiderate to ask this late

Santa generally seems to run a pretty tight operation, but he really dropped the ball on this one.

(It's funny because it's balls)

Found in the headlines of my BBC news live bookmark. "Shadow home secretary" Ed Balls is the gift that keeps on balling. I mean, giving.

Giving balls.

Green on Black

There is something mesmerizing about brightly-lit plants in a dark room. See also: my last post.

Let There Be Light

Pictured, from left to right: basil, mint, thai basil, oregano. Not pictured: rosemary, because I have strung it up with Christmas lights.

Today I rigged up a grow light for my various herbs. It snowed for the first time yesterday, and they don't do so well inside over the winter. It's not intended to be a full-time light, but hopefully it will give them a photon boost after the sun goes down at 4 pm.

I'm not sure what it is, but building things feels fantastic, even if it's building things out of PVC pipe.

The Ort-Man

Who is this grizzled, grizzled hero? And why has he never been photographed together with millionaire playboy quarterback Kyle Orton?

This Is My Life Now

Sandwich.

Star Track Breaks 3 Month Hiatus

I never noticed until this drawing how full Leonard Nimoy's lips are. Now, it is all I see when I look at him. This is... not unpleasant.

sketchy sketch time

I drew a thing, it is half of Daft Punk.

"Bob's Preparing-For-Work Tips"

Wizard Skin

Seriously, HOW DOES GANDALF KNOW? He doesn't touch it!

Happy Mother's Day!

A gift for my mom, because I love my mommy, and my mommy loves Lost.

(very) quickie

There is a limit

I am subscribed to Newegg's daily deals email, which sometimes has some great suggestions. Today is not one of those times:


Why no, Newegg, I believe I won't get my mother a Hitachi "Magic Hand Massager."

You creeps.

Eva MP

This is an Evangelion Mass Production Model, who also lives on my desk. I have not given him a name, and he has suffered no vodka dunkings that I know of.

Randall

This is Randall the Adventure Goat. He is a finger puppet who lives on my desk. He may or may not have fallen into a vodka cocktail once.

The Most Exciting Shelf

From my "Drawing What Is In Front Of Me" series.

I'm used to it

There's a tornado warning here OH GOD WHAT DO I DO?

not AGAIN

I rented that tux for NOTHING.

Breaking the comic embargo

Haha, "bouche."

The Tables Are Turned

M*A*S*H K*E*T*C*H*U*M

R.I.P. J.D. S.a.l.i.n.g.e.r.

Spinnin' Thro' The Rye
By Robert Burns (with apologies to same)

If a body meet a body,
Spinnin' thro' the rye,
If a body kiss a body,
Need a body cry?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile on me,
Spinnin' thro' the rye.

If a body meet a body,
Spinnin' frae the town,
If a body greet a body,
Need a body frown?
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile on me,
Spinnin' thro' the rye.

Amang the train there is a swain,
I dearly love mysel'
But what's his name, or where's his hame,
I dinna choose to tell.
Every lassie has her laddie,
Nane, they say, ha'e I;
Yet a' the lads they smile on me,
Spinnin' thro' the rye.