tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83197657715279677832012-01-28T08:02:42.636-08:00Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.comBlogger521100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-55251427770736706922012-01-28T07:59:00.000-08:002012-01-28T08:02:42.644-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_67IpQfUI4/TyQcC9nK8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/gmc_aiA2s90/s1600/gorbie.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o_67IpQfUI4/TyQcC9nK8vI/AAAAAAAAARU/gmc_aiA2s90/s400/gorbie.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702713865382064882" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5525142777073670692?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-52927185160185202572011-10-14T12:40:00.000-07:002011-10-14T12:43:32.060-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXASoc9Tgfk/TpiQqxyskdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KYqXBp8viug/s1600/intervention.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zXASoc9Tgfk/TpiQqxyskdI/AAAAAAAAAP8/KYqXBp8viug/s400/intervention.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663435596013277650" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>An old comic I drew for Lauren way back when we were seniors at Emory. I still make way too many puns, and she still demands I keep my damn mouth shut. The more things change, the more they stay the same.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5292718516018520257?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-66448891666593206502011-08-23T08:44:00.000-07:002011-08-23T08:50:07.758-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLa7H1K0-YA/TlPLQjLJJyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yRttsUtTXQU/s1600/elevator.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eLa7H1K0-YA/TlPLQjLJJyI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yRttsUtTXQU/s400/elevator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644078243205687074" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Whenever I show anyone this comic, the first question is always, "Did you really moon the security camera?" The answer is, yes, multiple times. Until you've been in an elevator for 10 straight hours, you won't realize the depths of madness you're capable of. <br /> <br />Also, here's the song that inspired the title: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpvQXovrzyQ">Freelance Whales, Generator 1st Floor</a>. <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6644889166659320650?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-5544387820611411272011-08-04T05:03:00.001-07:002011-08-04T05:04:44.018-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-H5-gkhUVs/TjqKtqADxtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Wl8FIcgVmng/s1600/see-ya-later.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z-H5-gkhUVs/TjqKtqADxtI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Wl8FIcgVmng/s400/see-ya-later.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636970400580880082" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaugh</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-554438782061141127?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-11080108760960394982011-08-02T14:58:00.001-07:002011-08-02T15:04:39.482-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wy7t5uSwd5g/TjhzyRickTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OvpLLHaX8cc/s1600/mayor-of-drunktown.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wy7t5uSwd5g/TjhzyRickTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OvpLLHaX8cc/s400/mayor-of-drunktown.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636382241192710450" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Emo bullshit drawn in Five Points station on a blank page I ripped out of <i>Walden</i>. I decided not to redraw it or even ink it because I kind of like it the way it is.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1108010876096039498?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-13344316153788391282011-07-28T08:25:00.001-07:002011-07-28T08:35:03.685-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Nept-xTso/TjGBmTh0dkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYRQNl57OWc/s1600/terry-gross.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Nept-xTso/TjGBmTh0dkI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYRQNl57OWc/s400/terry-gross.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634427103894337090" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdxctUphvH4/TjF_iq3fa6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/qeBzOPZwbSo/s1600/terry-gross.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Haha, dig my awesome cropping job. Oh wellsies! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I'd just like to qualify that Terry Gross is one of my heroes, but that when I still commuted to and fro Roswell every day, it brought me immeasurable delight to scream out, "Terry Gross? More like VERY gross!" whenever "Fresh Air" came on. As working an office job tends to suck all the delight out of one's existence, I took it where I could get it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Also, I'm updating again? We'll see how long this lasts once the semester comes a-callin', but whatever, I've been sitting on these drawings for like six months now, and it's time to do somethin' with 'em.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1334431615378839128?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-61388172514930013112011-07-25T14:46:00.001-07:002011-07-25T14:47:22.168-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViE4L6hN1p8/Ti3kVMoQl3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/RLiEDBTdKlc/s1600/pizza-hound.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ViE4L6hN1p8/Ti3kVMoQl3I/AAAAAAAAAO4/RLiEDBTdKlc/s400/pizza-hound.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633409761728829298" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This is literally the best thing I've ever drawn. It's all downhill from here.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6138817251493001311?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-88580132609227049262011-02-09T07:13:00.001-08:002011-02-09T07:26:20.531-08:00<p>On Feb. 1, comic artists from around the world draw a comic for every hour they're awake. I've always wanted to participate, and this year I finally did!</p><p>Now, I haven't had a chance to Photoshop these comics, but in the interest of updating this thing, I'm just going to go ahead and post them as is, and maybe I'll pretty them up later.</p><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv4CCY3WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_YuFXQVBV4Q/s1600/hourly-comic.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv4CCY3WI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_YuFXQVBV4Q/s400/hourly-comic.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709066165149026" /></a></p><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv5vbAPAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ibEJJmnP9k4/s1600/hourly-comic-2.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv5vbAPAI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ibEJJmnP9k4/s400/hourly-comic-2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709095527857154" /></a><br /></p><br /><br /><p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv7LZoIRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XYeQdazxSAA/s1600/hourly-comic-3.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv7LZoIRI/AAAAAAAAAMY/XYeQdazxSAA/s400/hourly-comic-3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709120218145042" /></a></p><br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv77sQyzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GIUzb3rTF1g/s1600/hourly-comic-4.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TVKv77sQyzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GIUzb3rTF1g/s400/hourly-comic-4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571709133181209394" /></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-8858013260922704926?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-22464266783661862932011-01-21T07:23:00.001-08:002011-01-21T07:36:02.325-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TTmn0-zO0MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ubkPCbtan44/s1600/nightmares.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TTmn0-zO0MI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ubkPCbtan44/s400/nightmares.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564663343245873346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TTmlAVRStfI/AAAAAAAAALs/fiibjHcHEsA/s1600/nightmares.png"><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I actually woke up screaming, "Mmm... mmm... MOP!!" Ridiculous nightmares for a ridiculous girl.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-2246426678366186293?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-68655914174976478072011-01-17T08:19:00.001-08:002011-01-17T08:20:10.529-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TTRsFeHlyDI/AAAAAAAAALk/EaApSwI8-70/s1600/beer.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TTRsFeHlyDI/AAAAAAAAALk/EaApSwI8-70/s400/beer.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563190280949450802" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6865591417497647807?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-2222629291875203142011-01-12T20:04:00.001-08:002011-01-13T06:31:10.012-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TS55-wJiwSI/AAAAAAAAALc/oVYW_4nUWNI/s1600/and.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 190px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TS55-wJiwSI/AAAAAAAAALc/oVYW_4nUWNI/s400/and.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561516708832919842" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I have sort of an overactive imagination.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-222262929187520314?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-79015882144042053422011-01-07T09:58:00.000-08:002011-01-07T12:19:24.910-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSdUd652RwI/AAAAAAAAALU/OMjwd9kEN78/s1600/Brandon.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSdUd652RwI/AAAAAAAAALU/OMjwd9kEN78/s400/Brandon.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559505138016995074" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>The funniest part was afterward, when Brandon tried to lay the blame on me. "Why did you loosen your grip?"</div><div><br /></div><div>"WHY DID YOU FUCKING DROP ME?!?"</div><div><br /></div><div>You can (and should) follow Brandon on Twitter: <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/taoofbrandon">Tao of Brandon</a>.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7901588214404205342?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-58262858176665281462011-01-03T07:12:00.000-08:002011-01-03T07:34:41.755-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSHsS7hX4NI/AAAAAAAAALI/XeYhkzwz09o/s1600/poop-water.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSHsS7hX4NI/AAAAAAAAALI/XeYhkzwz09o/s400/poop-water.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557983225111371986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSHqvWeAsOI/AAAAAAAAALA/olOh53ntvzg/s1600/poop-water.png"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TSHndPzDlfI/AAAAAAAAAK4/EZLJrRCVDzs/s1600/poop-water.png"><br /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Aside from the merciless teasing, the rest of the day was super-fun! Mikey and I drove up to Vogel State Park in north Georgia and played in the snow, walked on the frozen lake ("Look! I'm Jesus!"), had epic snowball battles (I won), built snowmonstrosities, and generally just enjoyed the winter wonderland in a way only a Vermont transplant and a Florida native can. Later, we went to Helen, where we bought ironic hats and tiny glass bears in a flea market and drank a beer in a German biergarten. It was the BEST DAY EVER!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5826285817666528146?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-49279373588459611262010-08-23T09:55:00.001-07:002010-08-23T10:04:28.625-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/THKoA50Z-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7fyUAA00fs4/s1600/merle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/THKoA50Z-BI/AAAAAAAAAKk/7fyUAA00fs4/s400/merle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508650027701630994" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>How to make a comic that only your sister and your dad will understand, and that only your sister will find funny:</div><div><ul><li>Over the course of 9 years, watch "Wild America" on PBS every Sunday night with the family.</li><li>Over the course of 14 years, make birthday cards for your dad that deride and belittle his favorite musician, Merle Haggard.</li><li>Transcribe the first few minutes of an episode of "Wild America" about belligerent badgers. Find/replace "badger" with "Merle" and "digging" with "drinking."</li><li>Spend about five minutes looking up Merle Haggard song lyrics and plug them in where appropriate.</li><li>Snicker uncontrollably at the finished product.</li></ul></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-4927937358845961126?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-5049647047687614242010-06-08T10:40:00.000-07:002010-06-08T10:44:19.078-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TA6Atqxog5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pStc8oRYL4s/s1600/yall-fucked-up.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/TA6Atqxog5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/pStc8oRYL4s/s400/yall-fucked-up.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480459318621406098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />"Scanned" and badly cropped using the power of PhotoBooth and Preview. Now that's quality!<br /><br />Oh, and this card depicts the funniest part of a margarita-fueled evening I shared with my dear mother. We were indeed fucked up. Mom is 51 today. Happy birthday, Mom!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-504964704768761424?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-29660261414003419672010-04-09T05:29:00.000-07:002010-04-09T05:33:30.211-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S78duw8d4NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zeMTcqTTLk8/s1600/desperate-times.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S78duw8d4NI/AAAAAAAAAKU/zeMTcqTTLk8/s400/desperate-times.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458113962646036690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I really, really wanted a god-damned cookie, and this was the closest substitute I could find in my house. Biggest letdown ever.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-2966026141400341967?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-23124435177592018612010-04-06T09:23:00.000-07:002010-04-06T09:26:01.483-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S7tgR21wG7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tMQdK4kEomo/s1600/studying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S7tgR21wG7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/tMQdK4kEomo/s400/studying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457061233384496050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I ended up getting a 100 on the exam.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-2312443517759201861?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-50515212326430290882010-03-09T11:22:00.001-08:002010-03-09T11:25:47.421-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S5af-0A0b1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GS_Zo-MwhIk/s1600-h/america.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S5af-0A0b1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/GS_Zo-MwhIk/s400/america.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446716700813979474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The new graphics dude at work taught me how to use Adobe Illustrator, so naturally I had to use my newfound skill to threaten Diego, the insane Spanish graphic designer.<br /><br /><span class="kn" dir="ltr">Diego: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":7v">who made that amazing picture? an hiper-realistic 70's american painter?</span><div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":7w">It may surprise you to learn that I am a brilliant and talented artist.</span></div></div><div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">Diego: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":7x">I knew it, of course… ¬¬</span></div></div><div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":7y">Try not to get too jealous.</span></div></div><div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">Diego: </span><span dir="ltr" id=":7z">are you working with wacom tablet?</span></div></div><div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":80">Nope, just a mouse.</span></div></div><div dir="t" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">Diego: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":81">oh my god!! you are a genius!! </span></div></div><div dir="f" class="km" role="chatMessage"><div class="kk"><span class="kn" dir="ltr">me: </span> <span dir="ltr" id=":82">Dude, I know.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5051521232643029088?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-62444478602046190242010-02-23T13:07:00.000-08:002010-02-23T13:10:36.473-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S4RDtOwkQWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uukv3UMb-aA/s1600-h/franz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S4RDtOwkQWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/uukv3UMb-aA/s400/franz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441548694105375074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franz_Boas">learn more about Franz Boas</a> come on you know you want to<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6244447860204619024?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-9701104060788744392010-02-12T05:41:00.001-08:002010-02-12T05:46:18.192-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S3VbZOPs7qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I72K2R2bD8s/s1600-h/drinkin-in-the-car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S3VbZOPs7qI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/I72K2R2bD8s/s400/drinkin-in-the-car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437352613998554786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Quintessential Dad. I love him a lot :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-970110406078874439?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-75710211717535565002010-02-06T13:26:00.000-08:002010-02-06T13:33:11.152-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S23e2ugWu1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/eCFAexz7HVg/s1600-h/cat-nickname.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/S23e2ugWu1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/eCFAexz7HVg/s400/cat-nickname.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435245357084097362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night, I was sitting on my bed doing homework, and Yoshimi was laying at my feet. I wanted to pet her, so I tried calling her. Here's the exchange:<br /><br />"Oh Yoshimi!"<br /><br />She lifts her head up to look at me.<br /><br />"They don't believe me!"<br /><br />She puts her head back down.<br /><br />"Yoshimi, come here so I can pet you. C'mere! c'MERE!"<br /><br />She closes her eyes.<br /><br />"Schmoshmeema! C'mere pretty girl!"<br /><br />She lifts her head again.<br /><br />"I love you! You're so wonderful on too many levels to count! Please c'mere so I can pet you! I love —"<br /><br />She SNEERS and then puts her head back down.<br /><br />"..."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7571021171753556500?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-49336786908615392282009-12-31T07:44:00.000-08:002009-12-31T07:49:47.493-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SzzG3rSfT9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/s6blZTspMvE/s1600-h/oh-my-fucking-god.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SzzG3rSfT9I/AAAAAAAAAJc/s6blZTspMvE/s400/oh-my-fucking-god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421426711262613458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Other than that, it went pretty well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-4933678690861539228?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-73117909597857834802009-12-22T11:31:00.001-08:002009-12-28T07:18:58.429-08:00Hey all! Sorry for being a total lazyass about posting for the past month — with work, holidays, suddenly having a social life, blah-blah-blah, my energy is kinda sapped and my time is totally eaten up. On the plus side, however, I've started drawing again and have a couple of new comics all inked up and ready to be scanned. So hell yeah, starting tomorrow, Newspaper Johnson's coming back!<br /><br />Now, with school and work, January-May is going to make the last few weeks look fuckin' serene. I'm not bitching, 'cause I'm so excited about going back to school that I just peed myself a little bit, but that does mean I probably won't have much time to dedicate myself to comics. Don't despair! I'm probably just going to cut back on the quality a little bit, and do things <a href="http://www.wastedtalent.ca/archives.php?page=18&amp;ipp=24">old-school Wasted Talent</a> style. Some of my funniest comics were scrawled in the margins of my notebooks while slogging through some GER at Emory, so I'm actually kind of excited. Get ready for comic after comic centered around recondite anthropology in-jokes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7311790959785783480?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-88420451759032499992009-11-17T08:41:00.000-08:002009-11-17T08:45:35.125-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SwLSxxsqWQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9rj6i81ttTY/s1600/god-dammit-dad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SwLSxxsqWQI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/9rj6i81ttTY/s400/god-dammit-dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405114255394101506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Let me just clarify that I'm 99.9% sure my dad is joking... but still, come ON.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-8842045175903249999?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-66961232787131665952009-11-12T13:31:00.000-08:002009-11-12T13:48:55.743-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvyBuJUMs8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9w3K7MM2L5M/s1600-h/worst-case-scenario.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvyBuJUMs8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/9w3K7MM2L5M/s400/worst-case-scenario.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403336282712355778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes blowing your problems way out of proportion at 3 a.m. makes it easier to laugh them off. This is one of those times.<br /><br />For those who don't know, I'm officially enrolled to take two anthro classes at Georgia State next semester! The only bad part is that I need to scrape up $700 to pay the "mandatory student fee" ($250 of which goes toward athletics — coughcoughbullshitcoughcough), but I figure if I whore myself out 972 times at $0.72 a pop, I'll have it covered.<br /><br />I've decided I'm iffy about whether to post the "Dad's Reaction to My Date" comic, 'cause it's kinda offensive. We'll see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6696123278713166595?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-22741069899984001812009-11-10T07:26:00.000-08:002009-11-10T07:31:08.637-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvmGS2yH1jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwMC90CwMkU/s1600-h/talking-to-mom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvmGS2yH1jI/AAAAAAAAAI4/SwMC90CwMkU/s400/talking-to-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402496886509131314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Such stringent standards! How can any guy expect to measure up?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-2274106989998400181?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-58416830366063958742009-11-03T19:40:00.000-08:002009-11-03T19:47:58.384-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvD4M7aMrUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kIaAM8RKSIM/s1600-h/insomnia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SvD4M7aMrUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kIaAM8RKSIM/s400/insomnia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400088854206917954" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is what I do when I wake up at some obscene hour and can't go back to sleep. Also, I drew this awhile ago, hence the old-timey style. I'm working on some new comics, but I've been so busy with work that I've barely had time to think. Grahhhhh<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5841683036606395874?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-17550463645583214262009-11-01T09:42:00.000-08:002009-11-01T09:47:24.038-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Su3JBtLMTFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tY6BZJYdhwo/s1600-h/paintballers.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Su3JBtLMTFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/tY6BZJYdhwo/s400/paintballers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399192559430683730" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Turns out pacifists aren't that good at paintball.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1755046364558321426?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-54339689865085148172009-10-27T12:57:00.000-07:002009-10-27T13:05:48.483-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SudSi7lH8QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GOMC_btAAro/s1600-h/morning-after.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SudSi7lH8QI/AAAAAAAAAIU/GOMC_btAAro/s400/morning-after.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397373438489260290" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Waking up with a bunch of bizarre writing running the entire length of your arm is usually a sign of a night well spent.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5433968986508514817?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-32702557612945924742009-10-22T08:35:00.000-07:002009-10-22T08:41:28.685-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SuB8LyDGtFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cwM8cz7XkCE/s1600-h/jesus-humpers.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SuB8LyDGtFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/cwM8cz7XkCE/s400/jesus-humpers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395448895445054546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ironically, the people who held up the signs were all baristas at Java Lords.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-3270255761294592474?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-61580676064072759022009-10-20T06:21:00.000-07:002009-10-20T06:35:05.614-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/St27XJJmmcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhwHgGEn9mU/s1600-h/peter-is-the-man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/St27XJJmmcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/qhwHgGEn9mU/s400/peter-is-the-man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394673934927305154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Peter, on paintballing with the rest of our coworkers:<br /><br />"I'll go if I have to, but I'll bring a real gun."<br />"..."<br />"My paint will be red."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6158067606407275902?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-52167219809306599032009-10-18T17:52:00.001-07:002009-10-18T18:00:04.830-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Stu4cRj2KFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WUuD1JC9Suk/s1600-h/corrupt-a-wish.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Stu4cRj2KFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WUuD1JC9Suk/s400/corrupt-a-wish.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394107774595901522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Stu5181HEDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NRmtGw0g5Kk/s1600-h/corrupt-a-wish-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Stu5181HEDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/NRmtGw0g5Kk/s400/corrupt-a-wish-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394109315219394610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Some comics I did during my last trip to Vermont, way back in January, featuring the lovely, incomparable, and totally rad Dave, Kate, and Sean! (Not pictured: the equally lovely, incomparable, and totally rad Colin and Aaron. I miss you guys!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5216721980930659903?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-58989741112281768132009-10-13T10:37:00.001-07:002009-10-18T15:24:21.892-07:00When last we left Brooke, she was fruitlessly trying to get her then-boyfriend to open a package of chocolate-covered coffee beans and find the mameshiba inside. Mameshiba, you'll remember, are weird Japanese bean-dogs that pop out of food and share disturbing trivia. I wish I could say this video explains everything, but it actually explains nothing and will probably leave you even more confused than you already were:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0kXPZsoyeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P0kXPZsoyeM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Note: There is an <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bs6RJ7-6MpQ">English-subtitled version</a>, but it's a lot funnier when you have no clue what they're singing.<br /><br />And now, I present Fabulous Mameshiba Adventures Part 2!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/StuUTplNLGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8QQVoLH4pgY/s1600-h/mameshiba-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/StuUTplNLGI/AAAAAAAAAHU/8QQVoLH4pgY/s400/mameshiba-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394068044006632546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Erm, so yeah, epic battle in front of Caribou Coffee = strange looks. Yeah.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm sorry this went up so late. I kinda fell out of love with this comic after awhile, but I'd already put up the first part, so I had to follow through. Later tonight, I'm going to post up a couple of older comics I drew earlier this year just to make up for the posting delay. And on the plus side, I have two more comics all queued up for this Tuesday and Thursday, and another one that's almost ready to be inked. Yayay productivity!<br /><br />One more thing: Last night, I went to a fun-ass party at Raul's, and a bunch of people told me they'd read my work and like it. I can't describe how great it feels to know that people are reading these things, let alone liking them. So yay, thanks for reading!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-5898974111228176813?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-70727739458391231822009-10-12T03:51:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:49:50.237-07:00Note: Before you read this comic, you really should watch this video. Otherwise, it's not gonna make much sense. Also, this video is totally hilarious and bizarre-bordering-on-postmodern, and will make you consider moving to Japan if only to try to figure out what the fuck:<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjmQw3JaTsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mjmQw3JaTsE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Okay, now that you're thoroughly puzzled, here's the comic:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/StRnY_hfN6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_i9DdoiP8TY/s1600-h/mameshiba1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/StRnY_hfN6I/AAAAAAAAAHM/_i9DdoiP8TY/s400/mameshiba1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392048332935739298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thus ends Part 1 of Fabulous Mameshiba Adventures! Will Mikey discover the hidden Mameshiba? Will Brooke's sneaky plan come to fruition? Didn't they break up or something? (Yes.) TUNE IN THURSDAY TO FIND OUT!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7072773945839123182?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-3080154240626591352009-10-08T03:01:00.000-07:002009-10-08T08:36:47.470-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Ss4F4X4L_XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HooW4p5GMtg/s1600-h/signs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Ss4F4X4L_XI/AAAAAAAAAG8/HooW4p5GMtg/s400/signs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390252270049557874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Holy crap, color! This took for-friggin'-ever to put together, but I think it's worth it. Opinions?<br /><br />I'm pushing the longer comic about the A.T. back to Tuesday. After getting a verbal beatdown from my idol, I decided to move my drawing style in a new direction. I tried some new things last night, and I'm really pleased with how well they turned out!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-308015424062659135?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-18048349195747494542009-10-05T20:27:00.001-07:002009-10-06T08:13:57.865-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Sstc7j0_l3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1h3tYxRIjJY/s1600-h/bizarre.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Sstc7j0_l3I/AAAAAAAAAGk/1h3tYxRIjJY/s400/bizarre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389503557378479986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So, I'm trying some new things with my drawing and lettering style! It's going to be a little shaky at first, but I keep reminding myself that it was also a big leap when I stopped drawing stick figures and started including details like noses and eyebrows. I'm working on a longer comic about finishing the Georgia section of the Appalachian Trail this weekend (btdubs, I finished the Georgia section of the Appalachian Trail this weekend OMGZ), and already I'm getting a much better hang of this new style. No one<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>tell <a href="http://www.fartparty.org">Julia Wertz</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>I'm cribbing from her.<br /><br />I'm also experimenting a bit more with shading in Photoshop. I'm not wild about how the trees came out, but I think the different shades of gray add some cool detail to my people. Oh, and next Tuesday, I'm doing a comic in full color. I know, exciting, right?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1804834919574749454?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-31460457724545330062009-10-01T03:19:00.000-07:002009-10-01T08:17:34.708-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SsTH-VwYRiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b9T0TWkgkh0/s1600-h/definitive-guide.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SsTH-VwYRiI/AAAAAAAAAGM/b9T0TWkgkh0/s400/definitive-guide.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387650928047834658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I experimented a bit with shading in Photoshop this time around! What do you think?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-3146045772454533006?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-12806092354603408972009-09-29T03:44:00.000-07:002009-09-29T05:30:39.781-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SsH96Tq8OlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/exVQkpzdlAE/s1600-h/awesome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SsH96Tq8OlI/AAAAAAAAAF0/exVQkpzdlAE/s400/awesome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386865807466445394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Excuse the horrible background color. My scanner stopped working this morning, so I had to take a picture of this comic with my camera. Best day ever?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1280609235460340897?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-16544046773846404622009-09-24T04:13:00.000-07:002009-09-24T08:19:37.491-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SruLxNjHmQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/epotRlZCzEY/s1600-h/musical-recommendations-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SruLxNjHmQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/epotRlZCzEY/s400/musical-recommendations-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385051457018370306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Part 2! Remember, if you want a mix CD, just let me know. You'll shit yourself, it'll be so awesome.<br /><br />I'm using a new method of drawing in the comic I'm working on now. It's a bit more time-consuming, but I think the overall effect is going to look a LOT nicer. I also have a couple of older stick-figure drawings I kinda want to scan in. They don't look as nice, but they feature some pretty ridiculous shit, including:<br /><br />a. the lovely Stephanie Anderson defacing my mom, and<br />b. me tickling Mikhail Gorbachev.<br /><br />So that's totally worth putting on my blog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1654404677384640462?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-37462140364127327032009-09-23T05:56:00.000-07:002009-09-23T05:57:33.651-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrobMCPJpPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gsmJIANAH34/s1600-h/musical-recommendation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrobMCPJpPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gsmJIANAH34/s400/musical-recommendation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384646198047646962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If anyone wants to hear these gorgeous, enlightening, life-changing songs, let me know and I'll totally send you a mix CD.<br /><br />I edited this comic in Photoshop instead of the ghetto-ass program I have on my home computer. I think it looks a lot cleaner!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-3746214036412732703?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-47707626540100795292009-09-17T15:45:00.000-07:002009-09-17T16:05:45.117-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrLAhwKKyjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nkdwcm3nUAM/s1600-h/homeless.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrLAhwKKyjI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nkdwcm3nUAM/s400/homeless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382576190756932146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I still got it, it would seem. Woo-hoo?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-4770762654010079529?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-14783576270126883332009-09-15T20:29:00.001-07:002009-09-15T20:38:47.454-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrBdl3Uo-tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DSqdmYCbezI/s1600-h/scare-bear.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SrBdl3Uo-tI/AAAAAAAAAEk/DSqdmYCbezI/s400/scare-bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381904459794807506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I can't attest to the bear's point of view, but everything in the left-hand column is verbatim.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-1478357627012688333?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-42025327063570240632009-09-10T20:55:00.000-07:002009-09-10T20:59:02.678-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqnKfLqVw3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jCC8cs8x0og/s1600-h/awww.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqnKfLqVw3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jCC8cs8x0og/s400/awww.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380053866925900658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I still think most kids are obnoxious, but that one's an exception.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-4202532706357024063?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-91624741454923921372009-09-07T22:24:00.000-07:002009-09-07T22:28:56.405-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqXq2jBMACI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JrHQ16Wox5w/s1600-h/monkey-gay.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqXq2jBMACI/AAAAAAAAAEM/JrHQ16Wox5w/s400/monkey-gay.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378963552797982754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Actually, jumping in the chimp enclosure would be a mistake for two reasons:<br /><br />1) Fratboys would question their monkey sexuality, and<br />2) The chimps would almost certainly eviscerate us.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-9162474145492392137?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-68355690201650401972009-09-03T17:10:00.000-07:002009-09-03T17:12:57.479-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqBbK85tetI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7NLkxrvCtp4/s1600-h/portland2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SqBbK85tetI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7NLkxrvCtp4/s400/portland2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377398198785374930" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-6835569020165040197?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-276564905431095442009-09-01T21:51:00.000-07:002009-09-01T22:00:42.905-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Sp36b0K03hI/AAAAAAAAADw/sxfHxTgYI8Q/s1600-h/portland1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/Sp36b0K03hI/AAAAAAAAADw/sxfHxTgYI8Q/s400/portland1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376728885917703698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Portland is friggin' awesome, and if you don't believe me, maybe this and the next three comics will convince you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-27656490543109544?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-45756596778628354922009-08-26T04:35:00.000-07:002009-08-26T04:39:16.932-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SpUehcZ7jYI/AAAAAAAAADo/F8id8gunRNc/s1600-h/take-me-ira.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SpUehcZ7jYI/AAAAAAAAADo/F8id8gunRNc/s400/take-me-ira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374235290246024578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm going to Portland in a few hours and won't have a chance to post a comic tomorrow, so you get two updates today.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-4575659677862835492?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-77358235814646940952009-08-26T04:27:00.001-07:002009-08-26T04:35:19.383-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SpUdzxH_YRI/AAAAAAAAADY/58qcX9nM7VQ/s1600-h/my-secret-weapon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SpUdzxH_YRI/AAAAAAAAADY/58qcX9nM7VQ/s400/my-secret-weapon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374234505533939986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />J-pop is my technical documentation muse.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7735823581464694095?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-3042549401487994612009-08-20T03:15:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:08:59.863-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/So1lUnPpN7I/AAAAAAAAADI/za4QxVDpVas/s1600-h/if-you-ask-my-mom.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/So1lUnPpN7I/AAAAAAAAADI/za4QxVDpVas/s400/if-you-ask-my-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372061335329257394" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've actually already picked out <a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=111783991">a nursing home</a> for my mom.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-304254940148799461?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-25299509518746745532009-08-17T21:05:00.001-07:002009-08-18T06:32:11.765-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoqoRtCmclI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V2a-2q3V9Dk/s1600-h/sharing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoqoRtCmclI/AAAAAAAAAC4/V2a-2q3V9Dk/s400/sharing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371290527694484050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Farting is how we say, "I love you."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-2529950951874674553?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-76449210093340682472009-08-13T03:25:00.000-07:002009-08-13T07:09:10.404-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoQeZ5ap5mI/AAAAAAAAACg/O7F0Sh46QVU/s1600-h/boredy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoQeZ5ap5mI/AAAAAAAAACg/O7F0Sh46QVU/s400/boredy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369450085990655586" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I always forget that driving ≠ invisible.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7644921009334068247?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8319765771527967783.post-78686612919612047252009-08-10T19:16:00.000-07:002009-08-10T20:03:14.125-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoDX27BN_bI/AAAAAAAAABw/UyvDDkdixZ4/s1600-h/ratio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qY82YOdiMfA/SoDX27BN_bI/AAAAAAAAABw/UyvDDkdixZ4/s400/ratio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368528094381342130" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Click to see it in full size. (It looks better that way, I promise.)<br /><br />Drawn after Cat's bachelorette party. The Sausage and Sammy Davis Jr. Jr. were very dapper, if somewhat traumatized.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8319765771527967783-7868661291961204725?l=newspaperjohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Brookehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09528669939259476848noreply@blogger.com0