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Side Effects Do Not Include Bone Loss, But Still, Holy Shit
on May 13, 2009 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
A grim tale of man’s hubris, and the consequences thereof. Heed, o heed its scary message!
Hi, I’m back! Been a busy, even nightmarish coupla weeks, but things are good now. Still busy, but good. How about you?
Oh, and this comic is dedicated to Dan Swensen, mainly for providing the title.
It’s still Wednesday! And this is an update! Not the usual sort of update, I grant you. But another gorgeous color by Miss McCusker! It has assuredly been too long. Revel in it! New comic next week!
Soooo sleeeeepy. But look! A cartoon!
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So, what, like seven thousand cartoons dedicated to the pregnancy, but none to the actual baby? Until long after he’s become Secretary General of the United Nations?
This one’s dedicated to Leif, who is very cute and apparently growled at Vincent once, but who otherwise does not particularly resemble the infant in this cartoon. Sorry, kid. Nobody gets a Vincent Macropod avatar and comes out of it looking good.
Okay, I promise to stop talking about the Fermi Paradox now. For at least like three weeks.
As for right this second, “Fringe” is finally coming back on! Yay! I’m on it! Have a good week, folks!
Ahhh, so sleepy. But here’s a cartoon! I drew part of it while watching Pootie Tang on cable. If it turned ou weird, then, that’s why.
Vincent is uncharacteristically restrained about Fermi’s Paradox here, if you ask me. Fermi’s Paradox is some bullshit. “Why haven’t we found evidence of extraterrestrial civilizations yet? I mean we have explored nearly ten percent of our own solar system! Surely the task of science is basically finished!” Feh.
Thanks so much to everyone who commented last week. You honor and cheer me.
Okay, we’re back! Everything is back to normal forever! This I swear!
Basically, I took a week off on purpose, and then another one not on purpose. (Scroll down for more on that.) Also, there was this thing where a few of the comments got mysteriously deleted – Franklin, if you’re reading, yours was one of them, and we don’t know what happened! My webmaster and I have tried everything! It’s really weird actually. We’re keeping a close eye now, to make sure it never happens again. We’re sorry, Franklin! It doesn’t mean we don’t love you!
As for good news, there are now attractive and beautifully-colored illustrations on the “About,” “Swag,” and “Links” pages. Go look!
My name is Matthew Kessen, webcartoonist of webcartoonists; look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! The above is an example of what happens when I wait until the very last possible second to even so much as come up with a basic idea for the week’s cartoon. This is not a value judgment. Necessarily.
Actually, I had the idea for the first panel well over a year ago, after a hospital stay. I have a piece of paper with six or eight one-line ideas culled specifically from that experience. I once considered doing a two-month “Vincent Macropod Goes to the Hospital” epic, but ultimately discarded the idea, based on the fact that it was not very good. Still and all, the hospital gags may well come trickling out, over time. What, after all, could be zanier?
Fun fact: Pterosaurs were covered in fur. True! Hence the depiction here.
The supposed story of the Kensington Runestone in the first panel is basically correct, though it bears noting that most historians regard it as a bunch of nonsense. A hoax. Probably it is. I dunno. I have a certain knee-jerk sympathy for the fringe types in these situations. Also, note that there does exist a translation, which distills to “We are some Vikings in the middle of North America and it’s 1362.” (This is where the date comes from here.)
The Runestone Museum in Alexandria, Minnesota is pretty nutty; mostly it’s a bunch of stuff about how totally real the stone is, whoa man, this is the genuine article, we are not kidding. It’s a sort of museum of defensiveness. Outside it there’s a giant, painted statue of a Viking, whose shield bears the legend, “Alexandria: The Birthplace of America” or something to that effect. The word for this sentiment is “wrong.” Lordy, I could go on and on. I mean, wow.
Starring former president Andrew Jackson as Two-Face!
For those of you new to all this, I do these every so often. They’re fun, people seem to like ‘em. They’re usually about movies that I like, though not always. I liked Dark Knight, of course. What am I, an animal?
So sleepy, so sleepy. Let me be brief.
The bad news: It’s supposed to be ten below tonight, which means my car will likely die once again.
The good news: On “Fringe” tonight, they had – spoiler alert! – a friggin’ werewolf-thing loose on an airplane. Just when that show is in danger of losing me, it always gives me what I need.
Here is something that those of you new to Vincent Macropod should know: I post these on Wednesdays, pretty faithfully, for reasons now lost to the mists of history; I’d sort of like to remember why I picked Wednesday, because Tuesdays tend to be pretty crap days for me. They’re the first day of my work-week, and it’s a ten-hour day, and I rarely get enough sleep Monday nights. And things just generally tend to go badly. So I wind up all crotchety when posting-time comes. I’ve had friends think I was going through bad periods of my life, just from reading my VM posts. Untrue! I’m just grouchy on Tuesday nights a lot of the time.
I may reload this one later in the week; I’m not entirely happy with how it came out. Then again, I may not! Who knows? We keep you on your toes here at vincentmacropod.com.
Can you hear that whistle blowin’?
I’m not sure if I can.
Notes on the comic: This comic was originally posted in November of 2006. Note the “This is the jail side” sign in the central panel. “Haw!” as Vincent would say. When I originally signed on to this gig, the deal was that I would color the old Macropod comics sequentially from the beginning, inching my way towards the ever-receding horizon of new comics. In 2008, I abandoned that quest and began coloring comics from approximately “whenever I felt” to “whatever I was given.” (I enjoyed the crisp line work and fewer panels of the newer comics too much!) However, every so often I make progress on the original goal. This is one of those days.
The heavenly shine on Vincent’s prison accouterments in the 9th & 10th panels and his twice-as-holy cross (look at that preternatural shine, yours for just 9.95!) make me hanker to see Vincent draw a pietas. Can I make that happen just by wishing? I sure hope so!
Wait, did something happen yesterday? Man, I have got to start reading the newspapers.
Good news, of course, good news. The replacement of Bush with a sack of potatoes would have been good news; but this Obama guy seems alllll right. At first, I was thrilled to hear him mention the restoring of science to its rightful place. Later, I became disturbed, instead, that things in this country have become so ludicrous that science needs to be restored to its rightful place. I felt the same way about the mentioning of religious non-believers as decent American citizens; thrilled, then unhappy that I had to be thrilled. THEN, though, I went back to thrilled – acknowledgement of atheism as a legitimate stance has always been hard to come by in U.S. poitics, even before the recent dark age. So hooray!
This week’s vincentmacropod.com improvement – tags! On all the cartoons! Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaw!
The conclusion of “The Regular Sort of Seed This Time,” now with 100% more thrilling nanomachine action! Enjoy!
–A few notes on the comic: Like “The Regular Sort of Seed,” I again tried out a limited color palette on this comic. I didn’t stick with it, however. The detailing on the nanomachine took about ten hours over a period of several days. I couldn’t decide how I wanted to paint the “Attack” dial, so I ultimately ripped off the look of a gas meter panel. And look at that spiffy shine on the needle. Oh yes; that was my favorite part of the whole image.
So apparently the big news around here is that it’s cold. And going to be cold for quite some time. Real cold, they say. “Colder than my ex-wife’s heart out there,” as I heard a man bellow once as he entered a bookstore. Cold! Huh! Basically, it kills my car. Other than that, I have a hard time giving a damn.
Let is hear it for Ms. McCusker’s colors this last week, yes? This is what I meant in the “About” when I said she works harder on these than I do!
This week’s comic is dedicated to Mr. Dan Shattuck, for teaching me the value of Flag Day.
Well, it didn’t take long for us to figure out that updating new Vincent Macropod colors on Fridays wouldn’t work. So here’s to Vincent Macropod in Color on Mondays! This is another one from the middle of 2008. I’ve been eager to share these since I first started stockpiling work for the new site.
Notes on the comic: I liked the black & white motif of “More Songs About Demon Seed” so much that I decided to try a limited color palette with an emphasis on black for this one. Don’t you love that fourth panel of Hank and Fluffy?– It’s certainly one of my favorite.
Colored in the middle of 2008, “More Songs About Demon Seed” was a continuation of the flat coloration style that was started in “Communicado.” I’m going to be running older colors on Fridays until the end of January as I work on some awesome (and perhaps swag-related) projects for Vincent Macropod.
As for a note on the comic, how do you like the black & white horror film feel of the last three panels? I decided to go black & white when I became fustrated with the color palette I’d originally chosen (yellow-green, blue and tan don’t always work well together).
Hello again! Week two! Thanks to everyone who stopped by during week one! Ahh, it’s good to be back.
In a site-news roundup, the Forum has been given a significant upgrade by Ace, my gracious host. Hooray for that! And Ms. McCusker has made some sweet avatars for those of you who sign in! Hooray for that as well! Hooray for everything in general!
So! The comic. For those of you with no memory of the weirder video games of the 1980s, because you had better things to do, or maybe weren’t alive, “Burger Time” was a game in which you were a chef, creating giant burgers using a scaffolding, while walking eggs and sausages tried to stop you. Um. Yes. It did not have flying ostriches, though. That was “Joust.”
“The Return” in brand-spanking-new colors! It’s great to be back on Vincent Macropod. There is a certain pleasure that splashing bold colors on a page brings that cannot be replicated by any other kind of work–except, say, with a fly-fishing rod, four buckets of latex paint, and a jumbo-sized tarp. But, boy, I wish I could get these things done by deadline.
Hijinks aside, I’m still working out when to post the backlog of colored comics that I built up over the hiatus. I’d like to post them on Sunday nights, but logic tells me that I’ll space them out on Fridays over the upcoming months as Playtime Magazine’s demands on my time are quite significant.
In any case, I hope you all enjoy Vincent Macropod’s new digs!
Hello! Hello. For those of you who are already familiar with Vincent Macropod, welcome back. I’m immensely excited to be doing these again. For those of you who are new here, I hope you like my bizarro webcomic! And if you do, why not tell your friends about it? My goal is basically to have this cartoon become a cultural force on par with all major world religions combined.
Come on in, relax, put up yer dogs, have a look around the site. I’m immensely pleased with it; I’d say “proud of it,” but it’s virtually all the doing of Ms. Tracy McCusker. There’ll be a bit of tweaking here and there in the weeks to come, but not a whole lot.
Questions? Comments? Personal remarks? Deliver them. We crave them. We also crave cake, though the Internet has yet to offer a means of transmitting cake digitally – a betrayal of its promise if ever there was one.
I’m on the verge of babbling, here. I have a webcomic site, you guys! Keen! Thanks for lookin’ at it!
This edition of Vincent Macropod was drawn & colored for presentation at Dan and Gina’s wedding. A colored copy adorned every table, and yay unto the people who were happy. By the end of the evening, Kessen and I were in fact signing copies for the guests to take home. I assured them that these very special editions would be worth hundreds of pennies on Craigslist. However, that was before the market bottomed out. I’m sure they’re now worth much, much less.
Presenting “Bring Me a Dream” in wacky alterno-vision color! Note: wacky alterno-vision color appears exactly like normal RGB color on the majority of LCD TFT monitors. In order to purchase your very own Alterno-Vision Color Monitor, please send one dollar to:
Alterno Vision Corporation
C/O Notta Pyramid-Scheme
P.O. Box 1011001
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Have you ever been really really stressed out but not realized it until you suddenly, by happenstance, got some rest, and realized how much you needed it? And found your opinions and attitudes about things changing as a result? That’s what’s just happened to me. Mostly it’s good stress – keeping busy and that. But man, yesterday I decided to just watch a bunch of movies, and it did me waaaaay more good than I expected.
Today’s cartoon is dedicated to Tracy, and completes the Pregnancy of Fluffy trilogy. Hope you like it.
- Actually, this should probably not only be dedicated to Tracy, but co-credited to her; a very sizable chunk of it comes directly from her reports of peoples’ reactions to her ‘condition.’ She is, of course, nowhere near so unpleasant as Fluffy is being here, but that’s the trouble with having a Vincent Macropod avatar; it’s never a representation of you at your best.
Another joke (or two) at the expense of the Creationists this week. It’s funny; I’m not on some big anti-Creationist jag in my daily life these days, at least not more than usual. It does happen. Sometimes I spend a coupla days pretty worked up. Not recently, though. And yet, when it’s cartoon-makin’ time, it just seems to come out. Ah well.
Ma, get the shotgun, the cartoon’s in the carrots again!
It’s dedicated to Mike Callies.
- So the conversation that inspired this one went like this: I was bitching to Mike about a book I’d bought off Amazon, that purported to be a cryptozoological investigation of living pterosaurs in New Guinea, but turned out to be Creationist screed for about half of it.
Mike: What the hell? Where in the Bible does it say anything about living pterosaurs?
Me: Well, there’s the part where the Apostle Paul flies to Thessaly, in this rock thing on the back of a giant pterosaur. After the pterosaur says a quip of some kind.
Mike: “It’s a living.”
Me: (laughter)
Mike: “Oh, my aching back!”
- The quotes around “University” are a cheap shot, even for me. This I admit. Not taking it back, though.
- The spellcheck for WordPress doesn’t accept “pterosaur”! Go to hell, spellcheck for WordPress!
Presenting Vincent Macropod in “Communicato.” Enough said!
It’s April first as I type this. When I woke up this morning, there was at least six inches of new snow on the ground. Have I mentioned I’m leaving this ludicrous nightmare of a town? Jesus Christ.
Please enjoy the lil’ ol’ cartoon. And good night, everybody. Good night.
Enjoy Vincent Macropod in “The Right Man.” Normally I run all of my colors by MK’s watchful eye before posting, but due to his illness, and the extreme lateness of the hour in which I finished (i.e. several minutes ago), I’m simply hoping for the best on this one!
Lil’ Vincent Macropod in “‘The Mass Arrests at the Protest on Market and Montgomery, San Francisco, 3/19/08,’ Performed by First Graders”
on March 26, 2008 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Oh, there is much to be told. Much! But I’m really, really sick right now, so I’ll have to tell you later. It can wait. Here’s a cartoon.
- So obviously, I was at the protest in question, though I was not among the arrested. It was my first trip to San Francisco, and the first time I’d ever seen such a protest. It was singular; a real live protest full of real live angry, organized protesters. My midwestern ass had never seen the like. They had their own marching band! The police of the city were almost as remarkable, though. They let the protesters shut down a major intersection for about two hours before they got to arrestin’, and when they did get to it, they did so casually, almost convivially. Arresters and arrestees alike ranged from the smiling and cheerful to the merely casual! Like they didn’t know their roles. Astounding.
“Why Are You Taking Our Christmas Tree,” presented in (in)glorious RGB color! As you may notice, this week’s color is pretty trash. I’ve been working on it since a day before I came down with another illness, this one indeterminate of origin, terrible of symptom, swift and merciless in its progression. So let’s just have it up and be done with it! Moving on to bigger and brighter things!
Yes, I know, this one’s a little late to the ballgame. Nobody cares about Cloverfield any more! But then, I sort of jumped the gun with the Sweeney Todd one, so maybe this evens it out?
Again I write to you from the far-distant past, which is to say, last Thursday. So I don’t know how my week went. Maybe I am dead by now! And this post shall be my last mortal communication. If so, please be advised: I would like to be brought back to life somehow. A shambling mockery of life will do.
Anyway, cartoon!
No, I’m sorry. It doesn’t get any classier.
By now, it’s a cliche to talk about how much the late Gary Gygax changed one’s life, at least among the people with whom I associate. But that doesn’t make it any less true. I shudder to think what manner of productive member of society I might have become, were it not for his invention. I didn’t agree with his philosophies about the hobby much while he was alive, but still I owe him a debt of gratitude. A debt of gratitude manifesting as a ludicrous cartoon.
Annotations!
- Gloriously, or horrifyingly, if you prefer, I didn’t have to look up any of the references in this cartoon. It’s all in my brain, and presumably will be forever, long after the Alzheimer’s has robbed me of my memories of friends and family. I did look up the spelling of “Farastu (Tarry) Demodand,” though. Also, the first Neo-otyugh picture is copied from the Monster Manual. Smile and all!
- They’d be on Dungeon Level 7, by the way, if there’s a Neo-otyugh. That, I did look up.
Does it seem to anyone else like it’s been weeks since last I updated? Which of course it has not been. Probably just me. And yet, nothing much has happened this last week. Weird.
Anyhoo, cartoon!
The good Reverend is talking me into coloring this comic again. So, maybe expect to see this one again sometime in the future as a bonus comic, with brand-spanking new chiaroscuro colors. In the meantime, enjoy the ones we’ve got now for “The Right Hand of Voom”!
Woo! WOOOOOOO! Um, yes. Woo.
Been a decent enough week. Rearranged my action figure collection. Had some sandwiches. The good life! And also the life that is not very interesting when reported to other people. Hopefully you’ll find this cartoon somewhat more interesting? It’s a new installment of the Alien Paperwork series, which is very popular, I’m led to understand.
As with all Alien Paperworks, this is for Lil. Two for Lil in a row! I think it’s pretty clear why.
I think “Anatomy of a Kangaroo” came out pretty neat. Let us not speak of the other.
Sorry about the mini unplanned hiatus last week, folks! I came down with a lovely cold on Valentine’s Day, and haven’t recovered fully yet. Here’s the color for the appropriately titled “Tardy.” Please accept this humble bribe by way of apology.
Ladies and gentlemen: Macropod Entertainment proudly presents what may be the weirdest cartoon we’ve ever produced. I’ll go ahead and front-load a bit: It’s a Hellboy parody. But hopefully also funny to those of you not familiar with Hellboy!
This one’s for Lil!
- Perhaps you were noticing that the art in this one is much, much better than the usual. Have I suddenly just gotten that good? Of course not! Instead, I just copied stuff from the Hellboy comics. Those comics were: “The Iron Shoes”; “The Ghoul”; “The Wolves of St. August”; “Almost Colossus”; “The Right Hand of Doom”; and the covers to the trade paperbacks of “The Chained Coffin and Others” and “Strange Places.” Mignola is really hard to copy, I might add.
Soooo sleeeeepy. Only just barely awake enough to put up a cartoon. And to dedicate it to my friend Ami.
Good night, everyone, good night.
This is becoming habit with me. Maybe I should start posting these things on Thursday? Heh. Enjoy “Other Languages Are Funny” in stunning digital color.
Regarding this week’s cartoon: Lazy? Sure. I had something more elaborate planned, I swear, but circumstances conspired against me. Circumstances, and that laziness I just mentioned. Mostly circumstances, though, I swear! I tried to slip in a few extra jokes to make up for the paucity of art, though.
Things are calming down for me, here. I’ve taken Thursday and Friday off, and plan to make use of that time by sitting around the house watching DVDs. Rather looking forward to it, really. Wish me luck!
Listen to the Macropod. I’m not so good with text. Or remembering the day of the week, apparently. Enjoy!
Did you see? Did you see? Lilawyn’s back, doing Vincent Macropods in color! I’m so excited! She’ll be doing them out of order now, so as to keep you guessing. On your toes. More are coming! Let’s have a round of applause!
Regarding my week, the less said, the better. Everything will be okay, though. Here’s a cartoon. It is dedicated to basically everyone I know.
I nearly forgot it was Friday. Enjoy “Vincent Macropod in Nin Ja” in stunning Technicolor!
Here are some things that I believe to be true. They are largely unrelated to one another.
- A lot of the webcomics that I admire – Penny Arcade, Bob the Angry Flower – shy away from any whisper of ‘continuity’ with a passion and vigor that I don’t really understand. I mean, I certainly reserve the right to suddenly put Vincent in Middle-Earth, or kill him, or whatever, and then feel free to go back to normal the following week. But why should that mean I can’t draw two episodes in sequence? Which is what I’ve done here.
- My car died this weekend, due to it being seven hundred degrees below zero. My friend Mark got it started up again. So I’d like to give a big hand to Mark.
- Probably gonna see Cloverfield tomorrow. I’ll let you know how that works out.
- By the way, I was actually planning this before the “Nanomachines would be preferable” discussion last week. You all played right into my hands! Bah ha ha ha ha! Er.
Vincent Macropod in “The Regular Sort of Seed This Time”
on January 16, 2008 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
So tired! So goddamn tired. Look, here’s a cartoon I hope you like it. Especially you to whom it is dedicated. You know who you are.
Sleeeeeepy…
Back by popular demand – it’s the Vincent Macropod ensemble recreating the beginning of a popular recent film! WOOOOOO and so forth. Has anyone even seen Sweeney Todd apart from my wife and I, though? Get on it, folks. It is so good.
The cartoon, by the way, has minor spoilers. And also a medium-level spoiler. But it’s of a thing that happens early in the film anyway. Also, it is a film of a popular musical from thirty goddamned years ago. I can only protect you from spoilers for so long, my darlings.
Anyway, as always, hope you like it!
So happy new year, yes. 2007, huh? Yeah. Actually, it was a pretty okay year for me, at least compared to the years that most of my friends seem to have had, which were nightmarish carnivals of mayhem. Coulda done without the hospital stay, true. But free car, cool gig writing for an action figure website, stuff like that. I give it a B- overall.
Supposed to get down to ten below here tomorrow morning. Will my car start? Stay tuned…
Oh, and then there was this cartoon!
This is not an ordinary Vincent Macropod cartoon! No. And it must not be treated as such! Instead, it has instructions. Follow them precisely, or all we know to be good and pure is lost!
1 ) Close your eyes. Keep them closed until told otherwise.
2 ) Click on the link to the cartoon above, or here.
3 ) Print out the page.
4 ) Take the printout firmly in both hands.
5 ) Fold it crosswise and away from you.
6 ) Fold it up-and-downwise, toward you.
7 ) Display the heartwarming post-Christmas greeting prominently on your mantelpiece.
8 ) Open your eyes.
Please! Please! Just do as I say! Oh please!
Hi all. Uneventful week, basically. Finished all my Xmas shopping on Monday. Um…yep. Hey, I just realized, Xmas will be over by next week’s cartoon. Therefore, please: I urge you to have a happy December holiday observance of your choosing.
Please also enjoy the delightfully wintertime-themed cartoon. Briefly annotated below!
- So I went outside one morning last week, and found that all of the cars parked out in the street appeared to have received a light dusting of snow overnight. The cars, and nothing else. The pavements were clear, the tree branches; what the hell this meant, I do not know. But it did inspire the middle panel of this cartoon, and from there the rest of it.
- The information in the first three panels comes from…uh…some website. I googled ‘Inuit words for snow’ and got a giant list of sites debunking the million-words-for-snow thing. All right! Got it! Jesus! Anyway, in amidst those sites was this one. I do not vouch for its accuracy.
I used to swear by Deepdiscount.com. Bought stuff from them all the time. Then, they decided to stop letting me; all of a sudden, every attempt I made to make a purchase from them was met with some sort of processing error. Customer service told me to resubmit the orders; didn’t work. So I gave up on ‘em. Since then, whenever it would come up that I’d had problems with Deepdiscount, our pal Dan would mention that he never ever had. It was a reasonable thing for him to mention. I used to do the same thing when people would speak of poor service at Amazon. (Of course, that was before Amazon put me on their “To give shaft” list.)
So spurred on by Dan’s persistent good experiences, I made a new Deepdiscount account and placed an order a while ago. You see where this is going.
This time, it’s a whole new variety of screws being put to me. This time, I placed my order, everything was fine, until I began to wonder why it hadn’t shipped yet. Looked at my account, discovered that my items were apparently now on “Backorder.” They hadn’t bothered to mention this, of course, either in their confirmation of the order or on the front page. You can see why they wouldn’t trouble themselves. I mean, who needs things delivered in a timely fashion around this time of year? NOBODY, THAT’S WHO.
So, I’m really very glad it’s a site that works so well for others. I myself am never going back under any fucking circumstances. And all this is to say nothing of my recent difficulties with Bestprices.com and Toyrocket. Suffice it to say, you win, online vendors; my gall, my temerity, my unmitigated cheek in trying to give you money in exchange for the items you offer for sale will not be repeated.
But enough about that. How about a cartoon? It’s dedicated to Mr. Nikolas Rubenstein. Annotations below!
- I do not, in fact, know all the lyrics to every song ever written by man. But I do know the lyrics to an awful lot of them, including a great many songs that I’ve never liked for a second. It is my gift – and also my curse. And it also led to a conversation with the abovementioned Mr. Rubenstein, similar to the sixth panel of this cartoon, which inspired the rest of it.
- The first song is “Dead or Alive,” by Bon Jovi. The second is Young MC’s “Bust a Move.” I do know the lyrics to both, yes, though the former is one of those songs I’ve never liked I was mentioning.
Ah, where to begin. We got the first major snowstorm here last weekend. For days, it was the big lead on the news. The news. Because A) Nobody knew it had snowed, and B) It was so newsworthy! Snow in Minnesota in December! HOLY CRAP
Ah well.
This week’s cartoon is dedicated to Aaron Engler and Bill Singletary. Actually, they really deserve co-writer credit. What in the name of all that is holy does that mean? Find out below!
- This cartoon, save for the playing to the audience at the very end, is taken pretty much verbatim from a telephone conversation betwen Aaron and I, a coupla years back. Such wits, we! Such merryandrews. Except the thing was, I had, of course, forgotten the IT gibberish which prompted the whole thing. So I held a contest over in a message board where I hang out, to come up with some impenetrable computer-talk, and said contest was won by Mr. Bill Singletary! The first two panels are all him! Hooray for Bill!
I’m back! Just as I promised. And I will never leave you again! Unless something sufficiently disastrous as to force me to should occur. Like happened just now. This always remains a possibility. I mean, let’s not go nuts here.
Thanks again to all who have wished me well during my nightmarish recent troubles. But enough about those. Cartoon!
Again I write to you from Earth’s fabled past! A time of legend, when great deeds were done. And so I cannot tell you of my week, for it has not occurred, and my gift of prophecy is limited to snack-cake-related incidents.
I do have the power, however, to send this cartoon into the future. I hope you have not all destroyed our fragile Earth by then.
The cartoon is dedicated to Dan Swensen, who also gets my sincere and heartfelt apologies.
Happy Halloween and suchlike, yes of course! The cartoon is Halloween-themed, sorta! Kinda. It’s got a classic monster in it? Which is actually a coincidence. In fact, this cartoon finally reveals a secret I have kept since the very earliest days of Vincent Macropod! Go read the thing, and find out what I’m talking about below, afterwards.
The cartoon is dedicated to the man called Ace!
- So okay. Since the beginning, my excellent good friend Ace has been represented in the Macropodverse by a guy in a bowler hat called Hank. (The bowler hat is not called Hank.) And “Hank,” we finally learn, is short for “Henry,” which is short for “Henry Jekyll.” His first appearance was actually going to play on this, way back when, but then it didn’t. I never did draw that cartoon, mainly because it had a lot of cars in it, and I hate drawing cars. Might get to it someday, though. Anyway, both Hank and Eddie, here, are based on the artwork of Kevin O’Neill from “The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.” Yaaay!
- Oh, and let me say, Ace isn’t short-tempered, in fact; rather, he’s just sorta intimidating when he does lose it.
- This is based on a true story, of course. The main deviations are physical transformation and remorse. Plus I don’t actually know if anyone else also thought “Ace can handle this one.” And there were more people at the table.
- That’s not a crow, by the way; it is a Tengu, a Japanese crow-goblin of sorts. It debuts as the Macropod version of Craig, of Chopsocky fame.
- None of us had considered joining the Moonies, no.
First off, everyone please join me in howling for the return of Chopsocky. Craig! CRAAAAAIG! We need it back!
I’d also lead us in howling for more from Dan, but I promise you he wouldn’t listen to a word of it.
So Figures.com – the other location of my Internet writin’ – has started sending me DVDs to review, as well as action figures. Which is super-cool. Maybe once my DVD reviews go up over there, I’ll post links to ‘em here, if that’s okay with everyone? Is that good protocol? Hell, I dunno. I’d post links to my many toy articles, but they tend to be more straight, less funny. Plus you all care about movies more than you care about action figures, n’est-ce pas?
Did I mention there’s a cartoon? There’s a cartoon. Hope ya like it.
Man, Tuesdays. Tuesdays are to me like Thursdays are to Arthur Dent (who never could get the hang of them), or Mondays are to Garfield, the zany and not at all tiresome cartoon cat. I don’t like ‘em. I’m grouchy on ‘em. And yet most of the time, they are the days on which I post new VMs. These facts are not related! I enjoy posting new VMs. But due to my apparently standard Tuesday grouchiness, I seem to make the text bits, like this one, more grim than is generally appropriate to my life, yes? One friend of mine came to the conclusion that I was going through a depression or somesuch, based on my VM text-bits. Don’t a-worry! I’m fine. Just not on Tuesdays.
Cartooooooooooooooooon
Hello everybody! It’s Wednesday, and that means a cartoon having to do with the inexplicable adventures of a kangaroo who has been granted sentience under ill-defined circumstances! Hope you like it.
I’d like to mention, by the way, that the Godzilla Project will return. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. In fact, certainly not either of those days. But it shall rise again! This I swear!
- Things are actually perfectly great with my marriage; I don’t want you to worry. I was actually inspired to do this by a theater review I read, in which a couple’s marriage was said to have a poison at its heart and so on. “Must suck,” I thought.
This text part of the update is going by so fast, you can’t even see it!
Whoooooooosssssssssh!
(Apologies to Jhonen Vasquez.)
Please enjoy the cartoon while your movie is loading!
- I just wanted to say that I actually quite like Toronto. The rest is completely factual!
Vincent Macropod in “Bring Me a Dream, Goddammit”
on September 26, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
What the hell happened to Craig? I do not know. Where’s my Chopsocky? Where is it? Also, maybe something bad has happened to Craig? Eh, whatever. But Chopsocky!?!?
And where’s Dan, for that matter? Am I…am I all alone?
If so, wooo!
I kid, I kid.
Cartooooon
As I type this, it is yesterday, which was my birthday. Happy birthday to me! Thank you, thank you.
More importantly, this week marks the first anniversary of weekly Vincent Macropods here on Dimfuture.net. (It’s a coincidence, I think, that this is so close to my own birthday; at least, I don’t remember planning it that way.) And so I would like to take this opportunity to thank all of you who’ve been reading, and commenting. Your support makes it all worthwhile, pithy though that may sound.
Here’s a cartoon about the whole thing. Hope you like it.
Thanks again!
As usual: Tuesday night. As usual: Sleeeeepy. As usual: Covered head to toe in biting flies. Or no! Not that one. I should count my blessings!
The annotations, hidden sneakily below, are kinda long this week, so let’s just get straightaway to the cartoon, shall we?
- I hate the paleontology curator at the Science Museum of Minnesota, and that’s what this cartoon is about. I won’t go into too much detail; suffice it to say, and to be but one example, the didactic panel next to the majestically predatory ‘Terror Bird’ skeleton there says what this cartoon’s first panel says, without the kittens. When I first read it, I panicked – I loved the Terror Birds, as predators – and I went and did a bunch of research. From this research, I learned that this ‘fruit and nuts’ hypothesis, presented by this museum as unvarnished truth, was held to by its paleontology curator, and basically no other paleontologist on Earth. Which makes sense, ’cause it’s a terrible hypothesis. So this is sort of my Woody Allen joke about the whole affair. Sort of.
- Stegron is a C-list Spider-Man villain, but he’s a stegosaurus-dude, and that makes him A-list with me. There was this one issue where he brought the dinosaurs at the museum to full, fleshy life, for havoc-wreaking purposes. Read it when I was a kid. Always stuck with me. Don’t remember, though, how he did it exactly; coulda been a ray, or a machine, or a magical rock. I just made the gun here up. Maybe it’s the 2.0 of the technology.
- The Terror Bird brought to life is loosely based on the Phororhacos from Ray Harryhausen’s Mysterious Island. Hail!
Okay, first off, here’s a slightly less crap version of last week’s cartoon. Sorry about that. I’m back on the horse, now.
I’ve had a pretty good week, actually. Productive! I’d been in kind of a slump. For some reason. Now I seem to be out of it! For some reason. Man, they oughta have a science about the human mind and its workings. What’s that? They do? Here, let me take a look. What, that’s it? Feh.
Anyway, why not take a look at this week’s cartoon? Why not? Tell me why not!
- Piece of string walks into a bar, orders a drink. The bartender says, “We don’t serve pieces of string here.” The piece of string walks out to the corner, and ties himself up in the middle, and unravels his ends. He walks back into the bar, orders a drink. The bartender says, “Hey, aren’t you that piece of string that was just in here a minute ago?” So the piece of string says, “No, I’m a frayed not.”
Did I say it was funny? No I did not.
Vincent Macropod in “We Believe in Camera 2: Another Sequel Already”
on August 29, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD GOTTA GO TO WORK NO TIME NO TIME
Cartoon.
Do you realize that, next month, I’ll have been putting up one of these bizarro things every single week for fully a year? Boggling. Does that mean that there will be some sort of exciting announcement or celebratory event at that one-year mark? Actually, yes. Probably. Sorta. Now, having said that, strap yourselves in for anticlimax!
It’s a cartoon! And down below, it’s annotations for that cartoon!
- The title of this, ah, piece is meant to be sung to the tune of the Gamera song, as it appeared in the U.S. versions of the 1960s Gamera pictures. “We believe in ca-muh-raaaa!”
- So on my recent vacation, I noticed that there seems to have arisen, in vast numbers, a class of people who take them there digital cameras and use them to record their surroundings, in lieu of, you know, experiencing them. Vast throngs of people who only took pictures, nothing else, and who took pictures of anything and everything! So annoying. I swiftly learned to not give a damn about walking through their shots.
Vincent Macropod in “More Songs About Demon Seed Three: The Revengeancing”
on August 15, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Ahhhh, back in the present. It’s not too bad here! I was right about my vacation; it was lovely. Philadelphia was especially charming. Though, in Toronto, I got some Microman figures of Godzilla and King Ghidorah, as they appear in the film “Ghidorah, the Three-Headed Monster”! Do you know what those are? They are little brighly-colored action figures of random guys, with movie-accurate rubber monster suits to wear. I – I am blinded by their radiance.
Anyway, here is the powerful conclusion of the Demon Seed saga. And by ‘powerful’ I mean ‘anticlimactic.’ No annotations! None of this has anything to do with reality! This I swear!
Vincent Macropod in “More Songs About Demon Seed Two: The Return”
on August 8, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
I have just today returned from a lovely trip to Philadelphia and Toronto, presumably. “Presumably” because I’m writing this from Earth’s past, from a time when I have not even departed for said trip. Also, the mighty Gorgosaur still stalks the forests!
So, was my trip delightful? Did everything go according to plan, except for the exciting and adventuresome happy accidents? Perhaps! I cannot know, from my time. And you Futurians, you will not tell me. Damn you!
Cartoooooon!
You know what I could stand less of? Ninety-plus-degree days with 70% humidity, that’s what. What I could stand more of is delicious homemade tiramisu. And video-game time! I have characters to unlock, people!
Oh, but let us not focus on anger and want. Let us instead focus on necromancy-animated scarecrows. Back by popular demand!
I think it is safe to say that this colorized version of Vincent Macropod is merely done so I can move on to the next. Nothing to see here folks.
Well, I’m back from Missoula, and it was a wild time. So wild that I am, as usual, beaten senseless by cartoon-uploadin’ time, which is to say, now. Actually, it’s not Missoula that wore me out, but rather, the flight back. Never fly Northwest! Never ever.
So did you know that this site’s administrator and occasional contributor Dan Swensen had a birthday this last weekend? I tell you it is true. I even drew him a cartoon special for it! And the moral of that is: Don’t make friends with cartoonists; we’re cheap.
Happy birthday, Dan. And thanks for the extra support, Craig!
I gotta go lie down.
The suburb where I live, though it directly abuts Minneapolis itself, is remarkably like some small, picture-postcard town. Witness, for example, the fact that last weekend was “Whiz Bang Days.” Whiz Bang Days! We are deeply committed to the Whiz and the Bang here. And for the Sunday-night finale of same, there were fireworks. Fireworks shot from a park less than two blocks from my home. My wife and I watched it all from the patio. It was lovely.
Who wants a cartoon? Who? Who?
And who wants annotations?
- I am, in fact, an ordained minister, and I have done quite a number of weddings. Did one a coupla weeks ago, for a friend-of-a-friend. And none of the attendees were themselves Men of God, no. But plenty of them were very, very deeply religious, it seemed. And they hated me. I didn’t have a church of my own, did I? And didn’t I seem a little…casual? I have in fact never before been asked where I went to seminary so many times in one day. Now, of course, I tried to handle it in as graceful a manner, as polite and defusing a manner, as I could. Vincent, however, is funnier.
This week’s colors brought to you by Clownies, Rodeo Clown Brand Novelty Pants! Go on, comic for you sir.
Right now, I’ve got “Eye of the Tiger” going through my head. Which fact is actually oddly appropriate to this week’s cartoon!
That is all.
It’s the fourth of July! Yes it is. We are no longer controlled by the British! Grill up some animals about it! I certainly am. Come on over!
Earlier this week, my wife got an eight-pound hunk of pork for the barbecue, or, more specifically, for the making of pulled pork sandwiches during the barbecue. And any time I’ve been unhappy over these last coupla days, she’s pulled out the slab of meat, and shown it to me, to cheer me up. It’s worked like a voodoo charm. I should keep eight pounds of meat in the fridge at all times.
In celebration, then, of America’s independence, please enjoy this somewhat experimental cartoon which of course has nothing whatsoever to do with said independence!
So I’ve been talking up Lilawyn’s colors quite a bit ’round here. This is, of course, because I love them, and demand that you love them also. Each and every one has been a delight. But this week’s is seriously the best so far. She’s always done an excellent job, but now she’s outdone herself. The sheens on the weapon! The ricochet effect! Check it out!
Oh, and by the way, the Gore Sword was created by Patton Oswalt. And this is a loving tribute. An homage.
Vincent Macropod in “Multi Purpose 2: Electric Boogaloo”
on June 27, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Oh, man. Another Tuesday night update, with me asleep at the wheel. Moreso than usual, this week. Is it all right, therefore, if we just go to the comic? No? Erm. Well.
Listen, I love you, but I’m going to bed.
Color Vincent Macropod is back! This week, it’s one that I regard as a ‘classic’ Vincent Macropod, for really no good reason at all. It is, of course, colored by Lilawyn – look upon her works, ye mighty, and despair! Seriously, she outdid even herself this time. It is SO BADASS.
I should probably mention once again that the Gore Sword was a comic drawn by the very funny Patton Oswalt, back when he was a kid, and then posted on his site after he got all famous. I’d link to the original, but ’tain’t there no more. I love you, Patton Oswalt! Don’t be mad!
Vincent Macropod in “Pirates of the Caribbean 3 Explained”
on June 20, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Proving once again that it is easier to bitch than it is to give praise, I now present a cartoon making fun of Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End. A movie that I liked, even! But then, I didn’t like it necessarily because of all that sense it was always making. Spoilerphobes: There are some, maybe, but not of anything even halfway through the movie, and not anything you wouldn’t learn in a newspaper review anyway.
Look how cute Davy Jones is up there!
Mmmyep…that’s all for this week.
So I went and saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End this week. I kinda liked it, though it did not in fact make a god damned bit of sense. This was in part because I’d failed to memorize the previous films shot-by-shot. And it was also in part because bits of it just made no sense period. Like the second film, it was bloated and ridiculously complex. Also like the second film, it was full of delightful set-pieces. Man, if Davy Jones showed up for five seconds in a Dianne Keaton movie, I’d go see it.
Anyway! I’m not one to talk about things making no sense, ’cause just look at this cartoon! It’s dedicated to Lilawyn, it is, and it is annotated below.
- So a little while after Lilawyn volunteered to start coloring these things, well after I’d seen the wonders of which she was capable, she confessed that she had until just then thought the cartoon was called “Vincent Macprod.” Had been telling people she knew about it under that name, and all. Now, so far as I’m concerned, for the service she’s providing, she can call the cartoon “Vincent O’Shitbasket” if it pleases her to do so. But the kangaroo is not as forgiving as I am.
Ahh, as true today as it was when I drew it. Only now infinitely better-looking. Check it out.
Usually, I try to stay away from the overtly political stuff such as this. Mainly I don’t want to get pedantic, ’cause I would – holy crap, would I ever. Also, when I think about politics, I tend to get not funny. Which I suppose is a similar sort of thing, eh? Ahhh well. Enjoy the cartoon, and please, tell Lilawyn how awesome she is.
For those of you who have not seen, there has been a terrifying new development in Vincent Macropod. I speak, of course, of Vincent Macropod Color Saturdays. On every Saturday, except maybe for some (I don’t like to predict the future), you may now thrill to classic Vincent Macropods, put to glorious color by the amazing Lilawyn. You may also do this thrilling after Saturday. You can thrill to last Saturday’s even now!
Wednesdays, like today, remain as they always were – new cartoons, in glorious black-and-white. Why, here’s one now. It is dedicated to Sean Francis. And it has an annotation.
- Have you noticed that some people like to have their ‘true’ selves suddenly show up in their webcomics? And that sometimes those selves like to berate their audiences? Yeah, I’ve never been too tempted to engage in any part of that. But just in case I should ever be so tempted, well, now it’s impossible – I’m dead. And not Cartoon Baby dead! Dead for true. Well, you know what I mean.
Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting the next mind-bending part of the Vincent Macropod Age! I give you – Vincent Macropod Color Saturdays! Which is to say, on Saturdays now, there will be old Vincent Macropods, rendered into living color by the dizzyingly talented Lilawyn. Oh, it is a wonder to behold.
It’s fitting that the first one should be this one; this was actually the first one Lil ever did. She pretty much hit it out of the park on the first try, let me say. Though I did, eventually, decide that Vincent was a Red Kangaroo, so she changed it, which I told her she didn’t have to. But that’s how she works!
I command you to enjoy!
(Originally run in the previous post by Vincent on Dimfuture.)
–Notes on the Comic (Jan 2009): Notice the trying-to-be-fancy line work that I did on a few of these panels? Yeah, that didn’t turn out half as well as I hoped. Gosh, it’s almost painful to view these old colors. I have no idea why Vincent would have called me dizzyingly talented; this is amateur hour in here! And not the Vincent-is-fucking-rad-at-everything-his-done amateur either. Moving on.
The second color cartoon runs tomorrow! Oh man, it’s good.
Oh, and look, it’s a new, colorless cartoon, concluding the epic that men call “Alien Paperwork!” Does it need any annotations? Hold on a sec.
Naw!
Oh, man. Why do I always put these up on Tuesday nights? Why can’t I put them up sooner? I’m always out late on Monday nights – poker night with the boys – and I spend Tuesdays as death warmed over. And here, at the end, I gotta be witty? Fie!
Cartoon! You will have to be witty for both of us! And you are dedicated to Sam Rowe!
Oh, and no color cartoon this week, I’m afraid. I am a terrible liar. But there are annotations below, I swear.
- Choochi Hominid is apparently a Red Dragon, judging by the stats.
- There really is a major subgroup of the UFO community who believe that said UFOs are angels from Heaven. Now, I don’t know what UFOs are, but I bet they’re not that.
(Originally run with Vincent’s post on Dimfuture)
–Notes on the comic (Jan 2009): The first Vincent Macropod in Color posted at Dimfuture. So how did I end up coloring for Vincent Macropod? By a predictable twist of fate, I had become recently bored of my own comic (which was only about six or seven strips in) due to my rather weak illustration skills. I had wandered over to Dimfuture and discovered Vincent Macropod. Hoping to hitch my star to the actually-funny comic, I colored “A Desire to Do Good” to audition for the piece. Or maybe I was asked first? The beginning of Vincent Macropod is pretty hazy to me; The Usual Suspects forum has since taken its metaphorical trip into the West, so there’s no help to be had there.
Looking back on this comic, I can see the rather sharp learning curve for coloring comics in a timely fashion ahead. Oh, the lessons that were learned.
I promised you a major announcement this week, and a major announcement you shall have!
Starting this week, and running until well after the Earth crashes into the sun, Macropod Productions proudly presents: Vincent Macropod in color! From now on, every Wednesday, you’ll be getting an old Vincent Macropod – running from the first on forward – ‘re-imagined’ in living color. These colors are provided by the dizzyingly talented Lilawyn, who makes even my shoddiest artwork attractive and eye-catching! Please welcome her aboard! Great scott she does good work!
Click on the post for May 17th, 2007, and feast your eyes!
Oh, also, there’s a new cartoon. Not in color – not yet. But it’s got some jokes! And then, there are some annotations!
Again, welcome, Lilawyn! And thank you so much!
So late! For no reason! Auuuuuugh! No time for snappy patter! Gotta post the cartoon quick!
Incredibly important, earth-shaking announcement next week!
This one’s dedicated to Mike Callies!
Aieeeeeeee!
So here’s a new thing that’s been happening to me: Just in the last couple of weeks, my friends and loved ones have suddenly started suggesting that I put this-or-that into my cartoons. Now, some cartoonists, in my experience, actually hate this sort of thing, but you know, not me. Not yet. I’m actually rather enjoying it, becase to me, it means that some elemental change in the nature of everything everywhere has taken place, and now suddenly everyone sees me as a cartoonist. Which is neat! Means I’ve arrived, or something, at least among my friends!
And so I would of course be remiss to withhold this week’s cartoon. I will withhold annotations, though, since there are none. It’s self-explanatory. Or perhaps the opposite of that.
Eeeugh! I’m ill, I’m half-asleep, I’m…er…terrified? I dunno. No, just ill and sleepy. So let’s just do a cartoon, then, shall we?
But I would be remiss were I to fail to annotate it.
Oh, and this cartoon is dedicated to Reid Knuttila, and also the No Refunds Theatre Company.
- So last year, I was a guest-star in a show by Minneapolis’ awesome No Refunds Theatre Company. It was a sort of American Idol spoof, and it was my job to do something ludicrous and be voted off by the judges. So I did “My Dinner with the Planet of the Apes,” in which I recreated a scene from My Dinner With Andre using Planet of the Apes action figures. And also figures of Galactus, Treebeard, and the Rancor. So anyway, I figured it’d all be too weird to get laughs, but instead, it was a huge success; the judges (actually actors) got booed for voting me off! On the other hand, the rest of the show apparently didn’t live up to the company’s expectations. Which led to the second-to-last panel seen here. To the best of my knowledge, they never did swear vengeance.
I would like to formally welcome Craig to the list of contibutors to this here site, and I would like to do it right now. So I am! With Craig on board, Dimfuture enters the next level. If he can’t whip Dan and I into shape, we will not be whipped. That sounded cooler in my head. Anyway, you already see Craig’s genius, and the effect he’s had on Dan! Will I follow suit? Not after this post that Dan’s got for tomorrow, which will be crushing my will to live.
Anyway, here’s a cartoon of some sort, and below, annotations for same!
- This is, of course, not really about my wife. No no! Seriously, where it came from is the fact that I drew Isabelle’s hands as being freakishly colossal last week, for some goddamn reason. “Why are her hands so stinkin’ huge?” I asked myself. Here we see why.
- My wife would never kill me with a katana. She would kill me with her bare hands.
Well, first of all, I want to thank you lot for the extraordinarily kind reception that you gave to last week’s cartoon. You do flatter me. Hell, I thought about declaring it the final Vincent Macropod, and quitting while I was ahead. But no! Instead I offer a cartoon about murderbots, which concludes the “Cartoons Inspired In Part By Conversations With My Brother” trilogy. I’ve been seeing a lot of that guy of late.
Being as it is April 11th, it is, of course, snowing a couple of inches. Which doesn’t bother me. Driving in it, that’s what bothers me. Actually, no, that doesn’t bother me either; I can drive in snow fine. It’s driving with other people in the snow that gets my dander up. Pure, animal panic, as though these tiny white objects falling from the sky were like nothing they’s ever seen! Further evidence for the maxim, “There is no news so bad that the mass reaction to it won’t make it ten times worse.” I just made that up. Catchy? Naw.
Whooee! I just spent the last week in Celina, Ohio, attending my grandmother’s funeral! Well, I didn’t spend the whole week at the funeral. That was my other grandmother. Also, it bears noting that this ‘un had been sick for a very, very long time, and it was her time to go, and I therefore do not desire any condolences from you fine people. NEVERTHELESS, spending a week in small-town Ohio attending to funerary things was one of the most spirit-crushing experiences I’ve ever had. I got home and basically stared straight ahead for a coupla hours.
Feeling much better now, though!
Annotations for der cartoon below!
- So I drew most of this in an Ohio hotel room, while my brother watched VH1 and E! on the hotel cable. The words and phrases on Vincent’s shirt are thus culled from the fine television at hand. “Mondo” was a guy on “The Girls Next Door”; “Tango” and “12 Pack” were contestants on “I Love New York.” I asked my brother what he’d call himself if he were on “I Love New York”; he replied “Banana Hammock.” I said I’d be “Egg Salad Sandwich.” Abracadabra!
- I did, in fact, encounter some snackfoods incorporating “toad-ally” in their title, and did, in fact, misinterpret this for just a moment.
Oh man! Steve Ryfle – Steve damn Ryfle – commented on the Godzilla Project! In a complimentary manner! Steve Ryfle is like the premier american Godzilla scholar! One of the guys on the DVD commentary! This is very exciting for me! So exctiting it may even get me writing again!
The subject matter of the cartoon is, however, totally a coincidence.
You know, I’m actually having a very nice week, so far. How ’bout you?
“Hellboy: Blood and Iron” was super-awesome, and don’t let anyone tell you different. Especially the goon who runs this site. (I kid! I kid! He may well love it!) I must, however, reserve final judgment for the DVD, as it seems to me that this was a film that placed much stock in atmosphere. And the Cartoon Network respected this goal by putting in a commercial break every five minutes, literally, I think. There’s nothing to kill a dark, horror atmosphere like fucking Naruto.
Going in sort of a new direction with the cartoon. What do you think? In any case, this one’s dedicated to my brother Josh.
There is, my friends, an annotation below. I hope you enjoy it.
- Oddly enough, there is an artistic reference in this one: Vincent’s eyes are based on those of Cynicalman, by Matt Feazell – the best stick-figure superhero ever. Cynicalman, I mean, not Feazell. Feazell’s the runner-up.
It’s the last Vincent Macropod! The last one. I don’t have any more! But don’t panic, Macropod lovers – that just means I have to produce a new one by next Wednesday! And then another new one the week after that. And, er, so on. Forever.
Good Lord, what have I gotten myself into?
So here it is – the only Vincent Macropod currently in existence that you haven’t seen! Assuming you’ve seen all the others.
In other news, I am the only living human who totally doesn’t care about 300!
Annotations below!
- This is an actual episode from the life of Mister Christ; see the passages quoted in the title if you don’t believe me. Okay, Vincent isn’t there, nor the pterosaur or the “Mike and Ikes,” but the rest is according to Mark. Jesus wants some figs, but it’s not fig season, so he goes totally ballistic on a fig tree, withering it away with his superpowers. What, as it were, the fuck? This is actually also around the same time that he beats the moneylenders out of the temple. It’s the weekend that the Nazarene went apeshit!
- The sound effect “ZOT” is, er, an homage to “The Wizard of Id.”
People often ask me, “Reverend, why a kangaroo?” (In fact: No they don’t. No one ever asks me anything.) The answer is simple: Kangaroos are awesome. And they help to make Australia awesome. ‘Cause Australia’s awesome, too. Check it out: Just yesterday, I received my Australian DVD of Destroy All Monsters – possibly the most important of all Godzilla movies, save the original. And yet, will anyone anywhere put out an English-subtitled DVD of it? Generally, noooooo. But Australia will! Kangaroos, Destroy All Monsters, Cate Blanchett – my hat is off, land down under!
And, as usual, the cartoon has nothing to do with any of this!
ANNOTATIONS!
- This is a cartoon about me at my wedding reception. I really oughta go to more parties; virtually every time I do, I get a cartoon about my poor behavior out of it.
- Cartoon Baby – back from the dead!
- The last panel is based, very roughly, on the Joker’s throne from “Batman: The Killing Joke,” which is a work of pure, unvarnished genius.
Vincent Macropod in “Our Spirit Will Never Be Defeated”
on February 28, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
So it snowed a whole bunch this last weekend. Gonna snow a whole bunch more over the next coupla days. And so, inevitably, everyone around me is in a blind, animal panic. “OMG,” they seem to say, “OMG OMG OMG!!!” Which would be fine, if we weren’t living in Minnesota. This is the way it is, people. You don’t like it, move away. Or wait twenty years or so, I suppose. No more snow then! Yaaaaay.
Oh, I don’t mean to be grumpy. The Year for Action continues without stopping, however, and remember when I said like a month ago that I was tired of it? Yeah.
So here’s a cartoon that’s nothing to do with any of this! Enjoy! And now – annotations!
- So I saw a bumper sticker for some high school, and it said, “Our spirit will never be defeated,” and I thought, “What, you have possession of a spirit? That you pit against other spirits?” Abracadabra. I wish only that I could come up with this sort of thing at will. In the future, neuroscience will discover the Inspiration Sequence, perhaps, and be able to prompt ideas chemically! And then such ideas will be totally devalued!
- Al-Mubarraz is a real place on the Arabian Peninsula. I don’t know if it has an associated Djinn. I got “Bromley” from somewhere, too, I think, but I forget where. I was going for sort of an Edward Gorey thing for her, in both name and design.
Ladies and gentlemen: I am posting this Vincent Macropod from my home. This is something that I have never done before. Okay, that’s a lie. But it’s always taken me like an hour in the past. No more! No more. I have the high-speed Internet now, from my very domicile. Now everything is changed! And I don’t just mean in my life – I mean EVERYTHING.
By the way, I’d like to thank Mr. Swensen for putting up a link to Superhero Times over there, where my first action figure reviews for that lot were posted. Now I’ve got one up on figures.com, as well; look at it here, if you like.
No annotations for the cartoon today. It’s just never going to make more sense than that.
Happy Valentine’s Day Massacre Day, everybody! The wife and I, we usually don’t exchange presents today, but our first wedding anniversary was last month, and we decided not to get presents then, but rather, now. What I’m saying is that we’ve gotten one another Valentine’s Day Massacre Day presents. Basically. See? We haven’t exchanged them yet, so I don’t know what I got, and I’m not telling you what I got her yet. Maybe next week. Because that’s the sort of thing you care about.
Ma, look! I’m blogging! I’m blogging!
Anyway, yonder lies a cartoon that has nothing whatsoever to do with any of this.
In summary: Buy the Hellboy cartoon DVD, so they make more of them.
Annotations below!
- So, I draw these things freehand, just putting pen directly to paper without any penciling or suchlike. This is, of course, the reason for the various Stupid Artistic Mistakes you’ve come to expect from your Vincent Macropod experience. And so, for this cartoon, I actually had a completely different punchline in mind when I sat down to draw it. But then, completely by accident, I had them bandage the wrong hand in the hospital section. Stupid! Incredibly stupid! But! I changed the ending to reflect this, and I think this is actually a better punchline than the original. (I won’t tell you the original; I may yet use it.) And so now, whenever I start thinking about starting to pencil these first, I recall this cartoon, and its happy accident, and I am stymied.
Sick at home! Oh, so sick. A natural consequence of the Year of Action. Ah well; soldiering on!
I’d like to take this here opportunity to wish a happy birthday to Smoonn, one of Vincent Macropod’s biggest supporters, and, coincidentally, an all-around fine human being. Happy birthday, youse! May it feature only the beverages of your choosing! I’d dedicate the cartoon to you, but it’s about death, and also tedium, and hopefully this is not one of those birthdays.
More on death and tedium below!
- I wrote this cartoon after I was told I had to get tested for Diabetes. Didn’t have it, thank heaven, but it took me a week to find that out, during which I felt the grim specter of Death following me around and mucking up things. Which was an overreaction on my part, of course, since Diabetes usually doesn’t kill you, at least not outright. But then, a significant part of the Vincent Macropod ouevre is about me overreacting to things…
Vincent Macropod in “Who I Think You Are, Part the Second”
on January 31, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Oh man. So late! Feh. And I’m not even going to go into how my week has been. Suffice it to say, I’m tired.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t unveil a startling new Vincent Macropod innovation: By popular demand (= Pete), you may now click on the image above to go through to the comic! The future is now! Or, if you prefer, you can go to the comic the old-fashioned way: By clicking on the word “cartoon.” We live to serve!
Annotations below!
- So my friend Mike, he’s walkin’ down the street, and he sees a guy who looks just like Henry Rollins. “Is that Henry Rollins?” is what he thinks to himself. Turning to look as he walks by, he sees that the putative Rollins has a Black Flag tattoo, and that he is walking toward a marquee that says “Henry Rollins.” Based on these things, Mike concludes that this man is, indeed, Henry Rollins. And then he tells me about it, and I exaggerate it in cartoon form, basically.
- I don’t know why I picked Andrew Jackson. The $20-bill gag didn’t occur to me until well after the decision had been made.
Vincent Macropod in “Who I Think You Are, Part the First”
on January 24, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Two double-O seven, the year for action and adventure, just keeps on a-comin’. I get a new writing gig. Wife gets pink-slipped (though not in a way that can’t be managed). Earth gets invaded by extraterrestrials. No, seriously!
It’s-a part one of two, today, for that there cartoon, and so we’ll talk annotations next week. In the meantime, special thanks to Mike Callies for the Bond joke.
So, as if in vengeance for the smack I was talkin’ about how the changing of years meant nothing to me, 2007 has gone totally bananas. Some of it is good – my wife and I had a wonderful anniversary; an old, dear friend is returning from a long trip; I’ve got an interesting job application out. And some of it is bad – another old, dear friend lost his job; my car continues to cause me expensive trouble. But it just won’t stop. Every day, I’ve got something to deal with. Something harshing my mellow. 2007 needs to chill out, man.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t provide you with cartoony goodness! No, sir!
Annotations below…
- Adorable kiddie-drawings on the fridge depict: the family with Uncle Vincent and Aunt Isabella; a spider-like entity; an anarchy symbol; Hellboy; and Rorschach and Dr. Manhattan from “Watchmen.” There is also a “to do” list, consisting of “Get milk” and “Go out and kill.”
- The skull-in-word-balloon death, suffered by the wee ones, is stolen from Stan Sakai’s “Usagi Yojimbo” – my second-favorite comic book, after “Hellboy.”
Vincent Macropod in “Winners Don’t Always Use Drugs”
on January 10, 2007 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Takin’ a few days off work, here. And you know what that means: self-enrichment. And you know what that means: “Marvel vs. Capcom 2? for Xbox. I can’t make heads or tails of the controls of the damn game, nor of the fact that one of the characters appears to be an animate and rotund cactus of some sort. (That said cactus wears a sombrero, I needn’t even mention.) And THAT is to say nothing of the character who appears to be a little girl with a shape-shifting back-hoe. When you’re going to the man wearing spandex head-to-toe, who has the proportionate strength and agility of a spider, in order to get a sense of quiet normalcy, you know you’ve taken a wrong turn.
But I’m willing to put up with all of this nonsense, because “Marvel vs. Capcom 2? is the only video game of which I am aware in which one is permitted to play Doctor Doom, the monarch of Latveria. And that is good enough for me. Let this attitude explain why I will never become a proper hardcore video-gamer.
Would you like a cartoon, then? Huh? Would you? And would you like some annotations found below to go with it?
- The wife and I, we were watching the winter Olympic figure skating, and one of the commentators said something about how, when the man throws the woman, he has to be careful not to throw her too hard. This cartoon is what I presume he was getting at.
- The precise manifestation of the Jekyll / Hyde transformation here is based on my memory of a ‘Muppet Show’ episode wherein Dr. Bunsen Honeydew, I think, came up with a Jekyll / Hyde potion, and it ran amok through the cast. Been like fifteen years since I saw that episode, though. Where the hell are the Muppet Show DVDs?!?
Every so often, ’round this time of year, some deep thinker will yell out, “It’s not really a new year! The mark-off is totally arbitrary!” Oh, shut up. Yeah, it’s totally arbitrary, but one measures a circle beginning anywhere. Gotta mark it off somewhere. Still and all, this year, I felt nothing, oddly enough. Usually I get swept up in the whole resolution-making, new-beginning thing, to some degree; this year, no such. Ah well.
I didn’t do anything for New Year’s Eve, and haven’t for years. Once, I thought that New Year’s was bad luck for me. Then I realized that if you get everyone in the whole world drunk at once, and then bad things happen, luck has nothing to do with it.
Oh, yeah, cartoon! No annotations this week – it doesn’t make any sense to me, either!
Mother a’ Christ, where’d the hosts of this site go? Well, Dan I cannot speak for; he comes and goes as he pleases. Not a word does he utter; he just gets up and goes, and he moves himself on down the road. It calls to him, does the road. You get the picture.
Me, I got trampled flat by a rampaging herd of elephants! And now I’m, uh, regenerating. With my healing factor. This takes some time, you understand. But I take a moment off to provide my darling readership with a cartoon! So much, do I love you!
Look for the stunning conclusion of Toy Month next week. And then maybe, just maybe, I’ll write something that has nothing to do with either Godzilla or action figures. Maybe.
No annotations for this cartoon, because any resemblance within it to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Strictly. Oh, man; if I were to come upon any persons living or dead who resembled this cartoon in any way, I mean whoa, that would be a coincidence.
Ah, ’tis Christmas, ’tis Christmas, and that can mean but one thing: a cartoon about a totally unrelated, much more trivial holiday. With entrails!
Merry Xmas, or whatever, you lot. Annotations below.
- Note the return of Vincent’s shooting outfit!
- Many people have commented favorably upon the “pull out” sound effect, which necessitates that I must cop to stealing it, from the old “Tick” comix.
It started simply enough. We thought we heard footsteps in the baby’s upstairs room, over at my sister-in-law’s. We didn’t, really, of course. Then, I drew a cartoon about it. So, um, I guess it ended simply enough too.
Car’s fine, now, thanks, though God knows how or why. Also, the wife and I, we were driving down the highway last week, and suddenly her right rear tire blew. Came off like it’d been hit with a giant apple-corer! So apparently it was automotive armageddon ’round about my house, last week. But it’s all over now! Or perhaps it isn’t! Complex systems HOORAY!
So my car doesn’t like the cold, it seems. For a couple of days now, the “Check Gages” light flashes on when I first start it in the morning, for a fraction of a second, and then it goes away again. Just to be on the safe side, I check the gages. They tell me that A) I have about as much gas as I expect; B) It’s cold; and C) I’m not moving. As all of these things gel with my personal judgment, I proceed on my daily business. The other day, the car made its protests more emphatically – starting okay, but without operational radio or heat. (Headlights were fine.) And when I turned the heater off, the brake light started flashing. Until I turned it back on again. This all makes so little sense to me that, the next time I get in the car, it could very easily start sinking into the earth, without surprising me a great deal.
So anyway, cartoon!
And annotations for that cartoon below!
- Where does Randy the Cowpoke come from? Do you know? Do you? How about…YOU?
- In the third panel, our hero is watching The Dark Crystal. The Skeksis Scientist is speaking.
- Yeah, uh, that thing in the sixth panel, it’s a centipede wearing a great big suit. Yeah, it doesn’t really work.
- My Best Man, Mr. Nicholas Cyr, appears in the seventh panel. In the world of the actual, where I am decidedly not a kangaroo, neither is Mr. Cyr a peddler of “smack.”
So usually, I put these up the day before they’re publicly visible, and maybe blather on about my week, or whatever’s on my mind. But not this week – I’m putting this up a week in advance. So I can’t tell you how the last week has been! I’m in the past! The paaaaaaast!
Ao anyway, enjoy the cartoon!
Annotations below!
- The first two panels are pretty much verbatim, with only the slightest of exaggerations, from my real life. (Actually, the wife had the experience of the first panel, looking to get the ring enlarged on my behalf.) I have, in the long run, simply gotten used to a very slightly small wedding ring, what with my not knowing anyone with an Enlarg-O-Ray and all. Blast!
Vincent Macropod in “When I hear that whistle blowin’”
on November 22, 2006 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Ahhh, it’s been a hell of a week. First, a whirlwind trip to the East Coast, there to partake in the humbling hospitality of Ace and SmoonN. Then, the Gojira review wraps up. And now, another one of these cartoons!
Annotations below! Only one this week! Otherwise, hopefully straightforward!
- The Joaquin Phoenix reference – obscure when I wrote it, impenetrable now – is about how he went and gave a concert at Folsom Prison, as a sort of promotion of his Johnny Cash film. Shut up, Joaquin Phoenix. I mean, I hear your movie was good and all, and that you did a good job in it, but Johnny Cash can play Folsom. You, you’re Joaquin Phoenix.
Vincent Macropod in “Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?”
on November 15, 2006 at 12:00 amPosted In: Comic
Just in time for the holidays – it’s the Vincent Macropod Christmas episode! Okay, well in advance of the holidays. But if my damn neighbors can put up their Christmas lights on Halloween, I can put up my Christmas cartoon!
Of course, I’m really only putting up cartoons in the order they were drawn; and all thus far were drawn over a year ago. This is the last such; starting next week, we move to cartoons drawn right here in 2006! Which makes them only marginally less timely, but still! And then, eventually, I’ll run out, and have to start produicing all-new ones every week. Then you’ll get timeliness. You’ll also get nothing but stick figures…
This cartoon is dedicated to Tracy “SmoonN” Johnke.
- This is a cartoon about itself; it manifests, Magritte-like, in its own panels, in the form of the drawing of the radial tire. Tracy (represented by Fluffy) and Aaron (Hank) had, a year or two previous, bought me for Christmas a Gamecube, with an extra controller and a coupla games. And at my earning potential, this gift was so utterly fantastic as to render it impossible for me to ever, ever reciprocate in kind. But I did draw Tracy this swell cartoon, here, for Christmas 2004! Surely that’s worth, what, $250?
- So a guy I work with had a basement full of his sadly deceased brother’s comic books, and he let me and a coupla other guys come over and basically haul them away, paying him a pittance for ‘em. Which was lovely of him. The brother in question, however, had amassed his collection according to methods and geometries incomprehensible to the human mind. Though the comics were bagged and boarded, many were torn to ribbons, and several appeared to have been bathed in a tub of unnameable liquids for eight days and nights. And he had no full runs of anything, whereas he had plenty of totally inexplicable doubles, triples, and so forth of pointless individual issues. Fully four copies of the utterly uninteresting “Marvel Team-Up” #71 were in evidence. Hence, its manifestation here.
- I really would love a cottage on Loch Ness, yes. Two bedrooms would be fine.
Hey kids. Not much going on this week. Hope you’re enjoying the Godzilla, and the Nanowrimo cartoon. And if so, why not tell your friends? We crave traffic like a junkie craves junk!
And now: a cartoon!
No annotations; it’s just so simple!
It’s gonna be an unusual month here on Dimfuture.
First of all, I hereby declare it Godzilla Month ‘round here. To state it directly, I have some things to say on the topic of the original Godzilla, and a few related topics, and say them I shall! Look for daily updates, then, for the next four weeks. We’ll take breaks from the Godzilla on Wednesdays, to rest and relax and look at Vincent Macropod cartoons. Like this one!
Secondly, our man Swensen is going to be up in his eyes in National Novel Writing Month. Does this mean he’ll be around less? Err, maybe. It would seem so, but then, there’s nothing more satisfying when working on a creative project than working on some other creative project. And he has also promised to share with us his musings on the novel-writing process. And some of these will take the form of a new, November-only cartoon series, written by Dan and drawn by me! W00t!
So enjoy the cartoon, enjoy Godzilla / Dan-Writes-a-Novel month, and dig those crazy cartoon annotations, below.
This cartoon is dedicated to Elizabeth Conway, as they all are, in some ways.
- Have you ever seen Day of the Triffids? The Triffids are only just barely in it. It’s more of a Day Marginally Including Triffids. Hence, the cartoon.
- Most of the details of my day are, of course, wholly fictitious. Excepting the following:
- I do have a lovely wife, who was my girlfriend when I drew this. Isabelle Thylacine is based on her in the same way that Vincent Macropod is based on me (meaning: sorta).
- I also have a dog, albeit a single-headed one. I don’t walk her as much as I ought.
- I do watch “Seventh Heaven,” actually. It lets me know how the other half lives. Especially important, since the other half runs America. Plus, it’s funnier than hell.
- I did run a role-playing game, with Dungeon Master’s Screen and all, until recently. My players’ reaction to my work is depicted fairly accurately. The game was not “Gamma World,” though.
What you must know about this week’s cartoon:
- It is a continuation of last week’s cartoon, and as such continues (and concludes!) the crossover with early-teenaged-Patton-Oswalt’s Gore Sword.
- The bit where the panels get smaller is taken directly from the original comic. Or rather, “inspired” directly “by” the original comic.
- Ditto for the second-to-last panel; the tall one above the short one.
- Further, more pointless annotations may be found down below!
Let the cartoon commence!
- The theft of the Shogun Warriors Rodan identifies Jackalope Dan as the Macropod-verse version of my friend Mike Callies, who has a Shogun Warriors Rodan which I would like to steal. But I won’t, Mike! No no! Jackalope Dan will later become a sort of Superego-figure for Vincent, rather than an avatar of Mike.
Not a dream! Not a hoax! Not an imaginary tale! No, it’s the first-ever Vincent Macropod crossover event! Two universes will clash, and one will emerge intact! Also, so will the other one! Erm.
“But Reverend,” you say, “who is this shadowy figure, this challenger from out of nowhere, this Gore Sword?” Plebeian. The Gore Sword is a cartoon drawn by super-awesome comedy legend Patton Oswalt, from back when he was a kid, to work out his undirected youthful aggressions. Then, much later, he posted it on his website. Then, later, he took it down, or so it appears. (What are you afraid of, Patton Oswalt? Falling off a tall building? Yeah, me too.)
“Wow,” you continue, “you know Patton Oswalt?” Uhhh, no. No, I just saw the cartoon, and, you know, appropriated it. I can do that, I’m told, because it’s satire.
Still, I hope Mr. Oswalt doesn’t get mad.
No annotations for this week’s cartoon! Why not? Well, because it’s fairly self-explanatory, I’d hope. It’s not full of inside jokes, it doesn’t have its origin in anything that happened in my personal life, none of that. Nope. Just a cartoon I came up with. A political cartoon I came up with. Sorta. Political-ish, maybe. There’ll be more political-ish, or rather, “political-themed” cartoons in the future, every now and then – I promise not to go all Ruben Bolling on you.
And at last we come to the first cartoon that is not really autobiographical. Except for that I, you know, drew it, once.
Slow week here on Dimfuture, o my darlings; I may have some more drivel up later this week, and then again, I may not. Look for a terrifying return to form next week, either way. As for Dan, he’s been kidnapped by Ninjas, but I’ve assembled a ragtag team of mismatched ne’er-do-wells to retrieve him, and I’m sure they’ll be back any time now.
This cartoon is dedicated to Mister Dan Swensen. Annotations below.
- So remember the bit in Peter Jackson’s Return of the King where Denethor is yelling for the Gondorians to retreat, and then Gandalf, Sorcerer and agent of Good in Middle-Earth, comes out of fucking nowhere and wails on the Steward of Gondor with a stick??? Dan and I thought that was pretty silly – somewhere in this world is a picture Dan drew, of Gandalf saying “I’m going to beat you to death!” – and hence, the cartoon. Panels two through four are a rough recreation of the beating of Denethor.
- The punchline is another in-joke with Dan and I; in the theatrical release of the film, the Lord of the Nazgul says, of Gandalf, “I will break him,” and then proceeds to pay the wizard no attention whatsoever. Dan proposed that the Nazgul intended to break Gandalf with his monumental indifference. The terrible effects of this are shown here.
- I promise never to do another cartoon that is so needful of explanation as this one. Well, maybe not ‘promise,’ but certainly ‘hope.’
- Please note that Dan and I liked Return of the King a very great deal.
- The circular-montage was, ahem, ‘inspired’ by Evan Dorkin’s “Milk and Cheese.”
- I was having some Rolos when I started drawing this.
Hello, one and all, and welcome to the second episode of Vincent Macropod. This ‘un’s also based on real events, though somewhat more, um, loosely than the first. For more details on its background, if you are particularly interested, there are annotations below – a new service provided by Macropod Entertainment and Dimfuture.net, and provided with a smile!
My deep and sincere thanks go out to everyone who said such nice things about my first cartoon, on this board and elsewhere. Your positive reinforcement reinforces me in a positive manner. Seriously, thank you.
This cartoon is dedicated to Andrea Cyr. Below come the annotations!
- So I was sitting on Andrea’s front porch, my back to the window, and I was very sad, and she was consoling me. (The troubles that led to the first cartoon still loomed large.) And I delivered the first line of this cartoon. On my uttering of “…vulnerable,” Andrea’s hand suddenly whipped out behind my head; the window had blown open, and, were it not for her fast action, I would have been quite seriously brained. So it would have gone, “I guess I’m just feeling very…vulnerable,” WHAM! Appropriate, yes, but possibly unhelpful to me. And hence, the cartoon, which sorta spins out of control.
- “Ymir from Venus” comes from the Ray Harryhausen movie Twenty Million Miles to Earth. Those who are familiar with this film know what will happen to Ymir in the future. I chose him as a stand-in for Andrea for really no reason at all.
- The satellite is based on a LEGO satellite I had awhile back.
- I’m not really at war with NASA, though I do wish they’d make with the moonbases and space tourism and the like.
- I really do like omelets quite a bit.
It was a day back in 2003, of the sort that I’d suppose you’d call “rough.” I wasn’t at work, so I went home in the early afternoon and, unhappy about the roughness of the day, got good and liquored up, as I did occasionally in those days. Then, that evening, I went to a party. Then, this happened. Except I didn’t actually punch anybody, to the best of my knowledge. Also, I am not a kangaroo.
Actually, another misrepresentation in the ‘sequential art’ there is the part where everybody is mad at me; in fact, my friends showed me a kind of casual, indulgent forgiveness that humbles me to this day. Nevertheless, when I heard about my behavior, I was mortified. I felt that a lavish and unique apology was in order, regardless of the kindness of my associates – hell, because of it. And so I drew this cartoon, and ran off copies of it, and gave it to those parties I’d heard that I’d most importuned. It is to them that this cartoon is dedicated: Nathan Surprenant, Kasi Engler, Brett Baldwin, and Natascha Shawver. Mention should also go to Janice Stark, who introduced me to the beverage that started it all.
Since then, the adventures of the titular Vincent Macropod have continued. Which is to say, I drawn more cartoons. Most of which, I am happy to say, have been motivated by less abject inspirations. Please join us every Wednesday here on Dimfuture to watch the epic tale unfold, won’t you? (Epicness not guaranteed.)