Here we are on campus as Spring Fling looms and the people who run the Spring Fling have placed a SuperSlide on the Mall.

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Another panel is underway, but this is all I’m going to show, because it’s late here in Tucson and I want some sleep before the kittens wake me up at 6 am. Which I might actually get up and start to draw some more. I’ve missed this sensation of creation.

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It’s about damn time that I started on a comic. Here’s the first panel.

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A friend of mine told me I should make a Tumblr site for the stormtrooper pictures. I didn’t want a Tumblr site I made my own site.

Troopers.caseyontiveros.com

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Soon I’ll have a new 404 page up. I found an image of Yonro the College dropout on Youtube when I tried to play an episode of Shin Chan on the work iPad. As you can see it might be the most perfect image of being rejected while searching for something. Yonro the college dropout is good for something after all.

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Once there was a chemical leak so bad that everyone in a 2 mile radius had to go the hospital. People were puking up and all I wanted was eat eggs. Roommates who would have Mexican standoffs over dishes with food growing sentient. But the moment my sister starts to fart, I’m pretty much that little girl screaming & crying.

There have been dead things left in cars in the Arizona summer that have smelled better. It’s awful. My sister 4’11″, maybe a little a buck after an all you can eat buffet had potent enough gas to make the chrome melt off of a trailer hitch.

Again, this me wanting to run away.

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I’ve come to an understanding. I’ve known this for a while, but this is me publicly making this known: I’ll never be a big hero. Maybe a little hero that saves someone before being crushed by a giant used tampon, but nothing more. I’ll be another arch-type. I’m the Woody Allen. Nervous, twitchy, smart ass, who is sort o a sidekick that isn’t behind him all the way. Who’ll get hit, but it would never be that bad since I made a decent joke beforehand.

I’ll never stand up with my man tits and crotch pointed at the world with a backlight and my hair being a de-facto cape. I’ll be stealing some limelight on the B-roll telling that the hero has to look for the right area to stand before he makes his big comment to the world. Generally it’s me going and scouting for him, looking for a kid or a really hot woman to hold onto. He’ll get the gorgeous girl(personally she looks a little to done up) and I’ll get her somewhat really naturally attractive when she’s not around friend(she looks almost the same when she gets up in the morning as when she went to bed).

We both have dumb luck, he pushes it and I just try not to think about it. He’s the guy who stands in front of  a group of people exchanging gun fire and I’m under the table with my beer trying to stay out of the way. We begin to get choked up with the waitress gets hurt. Him because he couldn’t save her and me because she dropped that pitcher of beer I ordered.

Of course when it comes to our views on life, he’ll be god and country with the knowledge that his actions will change the world. Mine are more a long the lines that while my benefits are pretty good, I really could use a cost of living increase.

So I’ll never be that big hero. Which is OK… Who wants to be that guy that everyone wants to shoot at.

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Back a few years ago, I was a huge coffee drinker. I drank a lot. Which caused me to pee a lot. A lot a lot. So this had an unfortunate response of me dribbling. From a guy who likes to wear khaki colored cargo pants it is unfortunate to see spots on my pants. You can only blame water splash on your crotch for so long. That means you have to dab to have the urine to be drawn to the paper as fast as possible. Thankfully there was a single men’s room. But the title means there is something to the story.

Once years ago, while I was still in my current job under a different name, I had to pee. Which is fine and all, but I forgot to lock the door. While dabbing, in comes the Director. To walking it would look like I was cleaning up after a jerk. The look on his face, was pure horror. I’m sure mine was a combination of embarrassment and horror. Here I am cleaning after myself and here is my boss seeing what looks like one of his subordinate finishing up jerking off during the work day.

The director just about faces and walks out the door. I walk out and duck my head for the next few months. It was the proper thing to do by two men. Don’t confront what had happened, just avoid eye contract and not mention that ever again. EVER.

There isn’t an easy way to bring that up moment. “Uh… Yeah boss that wasn’t me jerkin’ off. That was mean cleaning up because my coffee consumption is so high that I dribble worse than an invalid on rainy day.”

You’d be able to see a giant bull shitting all over the place with those words coming out of your mouth. It’s a hard sell for anyone to make and even great for someone to believe. Hell, even I wouldn’t be able to believe it. It was never mentioned and a few days later, there was a deadbolt placed on the single men’s room.

It was a real unfortunate misunderstanding.

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I’ve been purchasing things for my boys for a while now for Christmas. I learned after a while that leaving everything until the last possible moment is a bad idea. Last year I had fun and went a month early, even did Black Friday and did 32 hours of uptime after a large dose of turkey. This year I started further back and just have gone forward with no hint of trying to do Black Friday.

It’s been a combination of eBay and early hits at stores with one Craig’s List for godo measure. Outside what we still ned to get for Kid A, Kid B was sorta cheap.

This is the latest acquisition for Kid B, two Republic Gunships from Star Wars. It was a lucky purchase since normally these things are hella expensive, the listing was ‘Gun Ship’ and not ‘gunship.’ This slight error made it so there wasn’t a ton of people bidding on this item.

Four hours before, I had a bid on another gunship and that one settled at $70. A couple days before that one stopped at $120. All of a sudden, 2 for $61 was the sale of the century. Here is a photo of what they look like. Once everything is has been sent in, I’ll be taking photos of everything. It will be a nice list of goodies.

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When the Oatmeal talked about what things never need to be photographed, one of them was the idea that you don’t really need to take a photo of yourself in the bathroom. I have a slight disagreement with that. Back when I was working in Phoenix making greeting cards, I was able to make my own. I had an image on the front and one on the back.  This is the one on the back. It might possibly be one of the few images that I really like of myself. Maybe it’s the absurdity of it image. Or the fact that I sent it out as part of my Holiday cards that year.

I got your lump of coal right here.

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