I’ve always been intrigued by the idea that one “finds god in a foxhole.” Having cut myself off from the 9-5 world and tried to carve out a living as a cartoonist, there are times when I could just cry because things were in such despair. God still isn’t my cup of tea, but I recognize that at those times, those are when I wish that I had any inclination towards belief.

The last dying peep of the last two humans alive on earth will probably be, “stop hogging the blankets.

Oh goodness, i do love words, and to lift up like a carpet and look underneath.

And so it was and was and was.

I am amazed this strip works so well in both dialogue, character, and layout. Even a clock is right twice a day I suppose.

Once I got on the topic, I had a lot of fun thinking about it. What seems obvious (or not even thought about) for the guy, is (potentially) such a mystery to your partner.

We all need to define our own fuel I guess.