Hey, you dudes remember the Whimsical Sharing Friends, right? I think you do. I got a decent amount of feedback about it. Anyway, consider this a sequel of sorts, The Fantastic Manners Family! They’re here to teach you the importance of saying Please and Thank You. Or else.
“Nice.” “Polite.” “Friendly.” For as long as I have been alive, these three words have haunted Canada. We’re well-aware of the reputation that we have in the world, that we’re the Ned Flanders of the International Community; quiet, unassuming and friendly. Hell, there are forces within this country that perpetuates this myth. The truth is, we’re not Ned Flanders. Deep down in the average quiet, unassuming Canadian is an aggressive, flag-waving, xenophobic nationalist that was looking for the perfect opportunity to finally show themselves. The 2010 Olympic Games in Vancouver was THE perfect opportunity, and if you have been watching any of it, you already know we have taken full advantage of it…
What would Valentine’s Day be without our good friend, the Mothman? Well, LAST year, we almost went without, but one surprisingly frightening hissy fit later, and I’ll be sure to never make that mistake ever again!
Also, if you were not aware, we got a little shin-dig going down in the Forum called “The Alan Moore World Heavyweight Championship.” Come check it out!
The other day, my good pal Heccubus and I were talking about how awful Editorial Comics are. You know, the ones you find in Newspapers. If you think about it, they are. They’re probably the most ham-fisted, unfunny medium in all of cartooning. This conversation got me thinkin’, though, about my own comics. I don’t think it’s much of a secret how I don’t exactly embrace my older work with open arms. This is mostly because of how dang editorial they are. Personally, I like to blame this on the lethal combination of being a teenager AND being a fucking nerd when I drew them. Don’t get me wrong, there are a SELECT few that I think are awesome, but most of them are pretty kneejerk editorial and have not aged well.
So, we come to this week’s comic. A conversation between Myself, and Myself. From 2004. See, there are some highly topical news stories out there right now that Myself From 2004 would pounce all over, whilst Myself, at this stage of my life, wouldn’t touch with a 10-Foot Pole. And, seeing as I haven’t made an appearance in almost a full year, I figured, why not?