There Will Bee Honey

I made this at Bitstrips. It was nominated for a Bitstrip award. It did not win. The strip that beat me was not better than mine. I am not bitter. It is the truth.

Free Comic Day Every Day

One of the reasons I started this blog, is so people will give me their comics for free. That's right, if you want your work reviewed like never before, then you should send it to me. For free , of course. For one, I offer you a pretty limited readership, but that means there's only one place to go, and that is straight up. Today the traffic might be one person, but tomorrow, it might be two, and so and so on. I like comics of every kind, but I am a tough critic, don't think I'll like your poorly made note book paper mini comic just because you gave it to more free. Oh no, that'll take a bribe.

The main reason why you should send me your comic is drugs. Back in the day, nobody took drugs, it was passe, everyone was too busy, and had better things to do. Then, I started big upping drugs, and bam, it starts catching. First people might try it, and you know, they don't really like it, because no one really likes drugs, but I kept saying how cool drugs were, and nobody likes disagreeing with a taste maker. Eventually, people still hated taking drugs, but they were hooked on them, so it didn't really matter. Now you can't walk down the street with out someone smoking some drugs in your face. Have you tried to visit a newsstand with out High Times looking you square in the peepers. That's me that did that. I can turn something into nothing.

Comics are the same way. No one likes'em. They're made on crap paper, and they're expensive. After I start writing about them, when people talk about rolling up a fatty, it won't be a left handed cigarette they're talking about, it'll be your 80 page giant. Sure, you could try to get a movie made of your comic, but who's gonna see it? No, you're better off sending me a freebie, and letting me put that magic touch on there. Besides I got a face you can trust...












Don't you trust this man? He can make you a lot of money.

It's All True

I just signed up for Adsense, which officially makes my new blog my second job. Which means I'm gonna have to blog some really awesome stuff up here to get people interested in this site. Unfortunately for me, awesome has never come within ten feet of me in my entire life. Sure, we've passed each other on the street, I've seen other people walking with awesome, but the two of us have never been fully acquainted. Until today that is. That's when I got wind of all this late breaking celebrity gossip. Real top notch stuff. The kind of stuff you usually see on AOL or Entertainment Tonight, but thanks to awesome, it got sent to me first.

This just in: Brad Pitt smokes cigarettes. Can you believe that? What vermin! America's sexiest daddy of 15, likes to light a butt every once in a while. I heard he lights a butt in other gay ways as well, but we don't have proof of that yet, and we at Comic Book Happy Time stay far far away from yellow jounalism. If anything we flirt with orange journalism, but as upstanding members of the fourth estate, you can guarantee we'll never touch the yellow stuff. You heard it here first.







Straight from the rumor mill to the truth farm: Barack Obama has been hiding his sorid past as a professional wrestler for some years. The reason why he is such a well spoken, slick politician has nothing to with Ivy League charm schools and everything to do with rocking the microphone for the WWE. While he wrestled as a jabroni he went by the name of Baracker the Attacker, where he owned his moves "The Donkey Kick," "Flying Torso," and the "Killer Obama Butt Drop." As he grew older and gained more experienced he became known as The Macho Man. That's right fake sports fans, Barack Obama is Randy Savage spelled backwards.





The inside poop: Teen star Myley Cyrus has a split personality. Medical Doctors have been speaking with Comic Book Happy Time and they have given their expert opinion that anyone that claims to be both Hannah Montana and Myley Cyrus is "bonkers." Bonkers is the medical term for what is more commonly reffered to as being a "Ziggy Stardust," where celebrities try to resuscitate a failing career by writing under a pseudonym. The personalilty split can be leveled at her father his achy breaky heart was split in twain, not by Shania, but by Roberta Jones president of the United Union of Trailer Park Livers. After said affair, when the heart was achily breakily broken, Billy Ray's soul was doubled and what happens to the soul also happens to the DNA, and he gave birth to twins in one body, hence Myley Cyrus and Hannah Montana. Two girls, one body, complicating the job of CD stock boys everywhere.

Popping My Blogging Cherry

You're my Blog. Apparently, it is that easy to do. No, no I'm not calling you easy, you're a respectable gal, I meant blogging, blogging is easy to do. I have written a few sentences and the internet has not exploded yet, congrats me. Since this is our awkward first date, and I'm still curious as to whether we like each other, yes, we have that physical attraction, but you know, do we hit it off personality wise? I'll be upfront with you: I like comic books, and I'll probably use you as a forum for talking about them. I like talking about myself, and I'll probably post pictures of myself on to you. There's a chance I might write a really really short story or a goofy skit, and I'll post it up here for people to read. If you're cool with that. It won't be good stuff, I promise, just mediocre things. Nothing special. I don't have a lot of friends, so really, people won't be busting up in here at all hours of the night asking "What's up with Brooks? Is he growing his beard again?" Just a few kids over couple of days, good people.

I feel kinda bad, see, you're not my first blog, and If I start writing to you it means I'll be cheating on my old Myspace blog, but really, we weren't right for each other. It wasn't so much her as it was me. We'd just grown a part, you know. I heard there was more fish in the sea, so I thought I'd cast my hook out there and see what bit. Then, one lonely night, there you were, and here we are. The old blog was great, I could say blah blah blah, and toss it up there no problem. But it got to be a little limiting. She was an okay blog, for when I needed blogging training wheels, but now I feel like I'm ready to ride on my own, and who knows, maybe tomorrow I'll be popping wheelies.