Duck Hunting.

“Duck Hunt” was — or is — a remarkably fun game. Oh, the memories! They seep through me like a wood varnish!

Speaking of video games, Lindsey is wearing Jill Valentine’s outfit from Resident Evil 3. Good times!

World’s Worst Jobs.

I have to tell you, it’s not always easy creating ideas for a comic and then drawing them…

Guns. Save. Life. (But. Kill. Squirrels.)

Just a random idea. The title is inspired by a series of signs (Guns. Save. Life. — poor grammar in my opinion) along Interstate 57 North that promote the use of firearms.

Indie Rawk Jeffro.

“Plans” is a great album, and I fucking love Ben Gibbard! INDIE POWER GO!

I Hate Nancy Grace and Greta Van Susteren.

Honestly, I really don’t like Nancy Grace or her show. Her news coverage is sentimental clap-trap-crap. Maybe I just don’t like people with Southern accents…

How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

So it begins again… The comic is pretty self-explanatory — and it’s all true!

We Need a Toaster / The Sixth Roommate.

The Sausage-Fest crew gains a 6th roommate, ZCC. In later comics, however, ZCC’s face appears on the toaster; I love drawing his face, namely stippling in his beard.

And so ends year 2.

Banana Splitsville.

Oh, the slapstick humor! The irony! Like I’ve always said, there’s nothing better than desecrating a cemetery with banana peels and broken robot parts.

Unexpected Terror!

My favorite part of drawing this comic was the rain and the soft glow it casts on everyone.

Oh, and the Smashtastic Destructo-Bot returns. Full circle, folks.

Bananarama.

The site was indeed temporary…

How would it feel going to your own reasonably priced funeral anyway?