It’s Hourly Comic Day! I don’t make enough comics anymore. I’m being nagged at for not putting my creative skills to use, so I decided to celebrate this holiday the way I used to make comics in general – doodling at work and copying/pasting cheap pixilated icons into frames using Microsoft Paint at home.
That is my day. Some of it is exaggerated or satirical, but I really do roll myself out of bed with my legs in the air, sit like a monkey on my desk chair, say stupid things in meetings, strut crossing a terrible street when cars think their turning lane is more important, have a skull & crossbones Snuggie, and dance in my upper-underwear. 15 hours, 15 comics. Honestly, not much later than 10 tonight I’ll probably be in bed. But not in the, you know, fun way.