The Least Marketable Rubber Wristbands.

You know, after publishing this comic, the number of people wearing those rubber bracelets has dwindled. I’d like to think I played a role in their decline…

Inspired by MichaelMoore.com, CNN, The Village Voice, and Caroline Mitgang.

I was apprehensive, at first, about publishing this comic. I didn’t want to appear too insensitive or trivialize such a horrible tragedy. However, after watching the news — especially the angry remarks from the New Orleans mayor — and reading up on some stuff on the web, I felt compelled to criticize the government’s apparent apathetic reaction.I’m trying to see all of this on an objective level, despite my liberal point-of-views. Yes, this was a tremendous catastrophe that would have happened even if we were prepared and no, Bush had no way of stopping the hurricane; it’s fucking mother nature. Nevertheless, the government’s way of handling the aftermath of Katrina was incredibly idiotic and disgusting. I sympathize with the New Orlean residents’ anger, sadness, and resentment.

This Firehaus is Outta Control.

The Firehaus is a campus bar that has been under construction for about 4 or 5 years. Everytime students pass by the building, we wonder when the hell it would open. Coincidentally, the Firehaus officially opened (after much surprise) a few weeks later.I’d like to think this comic played a role in its opening.

The title also comes from a Franz Ferdinand song.

How I Spent My Summer Vacation.

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

A Box of Legos.

This was around the time when Pope John Paul II and comedian Mitch Hedberg passed away.

Lastly, it’s really cool that Death likes to play the PS2 and has pigtails.

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?

Hollaback Girl.

Car beats squirrel.
Toilet beats toilet paper.
Fetal Alcohol Syndrom beats fetus.
Factory hot dog processing machine beats raccoon.
Rock beats scissors.
But nothing beats banana!

Any reincarnation of ZCC will have the trademark hair curl.

Aaron Eats a Burger with Fixin’s.

Doing drugs is bad. Unless it makes you feel good. So do drugs if it makes you feel good, which is not bad. Don’t talk to strangers!

And yes, Aaron will do anything, as long as it gets him high. Believe me, he certainly doesn’t talk to strangers. Strange, talking sandwiches, however, are a different story…