The Little Ant That Couldn't

     The other day I was sitting outside on a concrete patio thing. I looked down and something caught my eye. A small ant was trudging along with a minuscule piece of mulch. Now, to an ant, that little piece of mulch could be super useful. It could be a support beam in a little ant mining tunnel, or it could be a dinner table. I also noticed that about a foot away was the ant's supposed ant-hill. Normally, I would have just watched as the ant moved on to his home, but sadly, the ant was having trouble. He was trying to escape a crevice from where two concrete slabs meet. I watched on as the ant would start the climb, then tumble down into the crevice. I watched this for what seemed like ages. I finally decided to be a good citizen and attempt to help him. I plucked up a small piece of grass, and started to scoop him out of his predicament. Unfortunately, I did more harm than good. The ant was sent sprawling and sprinted off with I don't know how many broken "bones". I took it upon myself to re-write this encounter into a first-person narrative. Enjoy.

      I scouted along the rough ground and searched for the valuable piece of material. Through a patch of brush I saw it. It sat like a king upon a throne. I shoved through the grass and entered into the canyon. I moved ever closer to the large beam of wood. I hefted it upon my shoulders and analyzed my surroundings. The hill was a good mile away, I would have to be swift. Even if I could get out of the canyon, I would have to avoid the watchful eyes of the giants.

     I pressed myself against the sheer stone walls and started the climb. One foot, than the other, one foot, than the other. The wind was knocked out of me as I fell for the first time. I tried this countless other times, to no avail. When all hope was lost, I looked up and saw something in the sky. A thin green sapling was slowly descending from above. It looked friendly, perhaps it would help me? No such luck. The green limb swept me off my feet. I could feel the pain of thousands of broken bones. I limped off as fast I could. I looked up at him as took pleasure in my failure.  

The Sincerest of Apologies

   Ok, so I've been a horrible horrible jerk to you guys. I haven't been keeping up with my regular schedule of posting. Now that I think about the term 'horrible horrible jerk', I realize how redundant that is. Does that mean I've done a bad job of being a jerk? In this case, I'd probably merit the title, 'a really really good jerk', as in I've done a good job of being a jerk. Anywho, moving on.

Again, I'm sorry I haven't been posting as much lately, I've had alot of stuff bouncing around in my head. I probably have a few too many leisure activities that suck up my time. I run two youtube channels (no, I shant be telling which two), so I have to continue to feed material to the masses, which can be tough.

And last week I promised to post the first part of a story. Sorry I haven't really gotten around to that. I'm always busy procrastinating. I should really start a procrastinators club, I'll do it tomorrow. *ba-dum-tsss*

But since I haven't written the story yet, and so far it only consists of a few ideas bouncing around in my head, I'll give you a brief overview of some of it.

-It will told in the first person perspective.
-It will take place in the cyber-punk space age future.
-Each part will begin with a "captains log" entry.
-It will pretty creepy.

That's all I'll tell you for now. Just be patient and stick with the blog, and I'll eventually get to it.

The Shocked Hipster

Ok, So I know what you're thinking, "This dude promised us stuff on Friday! And he didn't even post on his regular Monday schedule!" Well, if you live under a rock and didn't know what day Sunday was, then you would still be mad. Turns out, life got busy recently. And I will write that story I promised you peoples. It just takes a lot of time to sit down and perfect a story. Again, today's post is short, so to appease you people, I'll give a comic/doodle on a Tuesday.

Big things!

     Hey there people! I've got something big planned. Basically on Friday, I'm going to start a new series of a satory. I'll release the first part of it. It's basically just going to be the story that takes place in space, and it's going to be more on the creepy side. So that means no comic on Friday. :(

I know this post leaves a little bit to be desired, but hey, I'll make up for it on Friday! :) See'ya then!

Fantasy Movie Logic

     Hey there people! I've got something big planned. Basically on Friday, I'm going to start a new series of a satory. I'll release the first part of it. It's basically just going to be the story that takes place in space, and it's going to be more on the creepy side. So that means no comic on Friday. :(

I know this post leaves a little bit to be desired, but hey, I'll make up for it on Friday! :) See'ya then!

Heists and other cool stuff

     Lately I've been playing a game called Monaco: What's Yours Is Mine. It's basically a game where you play as master thieves, completing daring heists and rescues. It's a pretty fun game. I may do a review for it eventually.

I don't know why, but heists have always been cool to me. Not that I would ever take part in one, due to them being a criminal act and all, but they have always been cool

I don't know what makes the thought of it attractive, perhaps punching a hole in security with carefully planted computer viruses, dawning disguises to slip right under people's noses, or being like a ninja and carefully incapacitating guards. The whole idea was cool. Maybe it's the essence of the whole event being orchestrated perfectly.

When I find something that interests me, like any author would, I write a story about it. I was so intrigued by the whole concept of a super cool heist, that it's the main theme in the serangiffus I'm writing. I'm tempted to post said story in parts. That's a bit of ways off because as of right now, it's very, very, rough. Meaning that it's not quite ready to be read just yet.

But yeah, heists and that kind of stuff are cool. I wish people would invent a simulator where you could do awesome stuff like that. That would be pretty neat. You and your buddies could coordinate movements and figure out how to get to your objective. I'm sure they already have video games like that, but you can't really capture a real experience in a video game. And it would be a nice change to not have to be a dirty criminal.

So this concluded today's post. On Friday I'll have a comic all ready for ya'll. Stay tuned!  

Misunderstood Lemmings

     Today I got curious. In pop culture, sometimes people will talk about the suicidal tendencies of lemmings. An example of this stereotype would be the comic strip Pearl Before Swine, which often depicts the fuzzy litter rodents leaping to their death from a high cliff.

Yes, an example.

Like any blogger who's looking for any sort of slightly entertaining material, I researched into it. Upon delving into the crevices of the internet, I found the rumor *like most* to be false. The small fuzzy animals do not kill themselves in any way, shape, or form. The source of the rumor comes from that when lemmings cross rivers/streams, they drown. People automatically assumed that the lemmings purposely walked to their death.

Imagine a person starts choking. Let's say *hypothetically and morbidly* this man dies from the choking incident. A horrible, horrible accident. Would you appreciate it if someone assumed you meant to choke on the food?! Imagine how a lemming feels when people assume their death was intentional!!!

Yeah, so people should learn not to judge people if they choke on food or die in a river. Food for thought.   

Math anger

Okay, peeps. It's Friday, so that means it's comic time! Enjoy!

Go ahead and groan.

Biking and drawings and stuff.

Today I had the chance to ride my bike for the first time this spring. It was a very relaxing experience. Then again, the first time you ride your bike in the spring is almost always a relaxing experience. Whether it be the rush of the wind, or the the sheer serenity of it. What's super fancy is that on the bike I use, it has multiple gears. So when I'm going up an incline, I can make it easier . . . or harder . . .

Apparently, bikes are supposed to follow all traffic laws. Well if you live in a neighborhood, there's not much traffic to obey. Do I honestly need to signal which way I'm going if there's not a moving car in front of me, behind me, or within a mile of me? I suppose it sets good habits though, oh well.


So today I got bored and drew something. I normally like to draw (just look at the comics section), but today I wanted to draw a big picture. I mean a big drawing. Like take up the whole page sort of drawing. So I took the liberty to share it with you.

Ummmm yeah. So enjoy that bit of stick man zombie apocalypse.