Fueled by two hours of sleep and a hangover straight from the nastier parts of Revelations, I decided I wanted…
The man who masters photoshopping himself can photoshop anything.
Last/this week was put off by a little personal storm. Clearer weather now.
I’ve got 99 problems and a shop ain’t one.
An overdue gift for my comrades.
Valentine’s Day isn’t the worst offender among corporate holidays. At least it doesn’t start two months early. Here’s your comic…
Rejoice! For I, your anonymous prophet, shall now outline for you the five tenets of Millenialism. It is the will…
We can’t stop here. This is comic edit country.
I live, I love, I photoshop, I am content.
It’s not about the Photoshop. It’s about sending a message.