comic #156

At first the people tried making polite conversation with the boy,

"how are you?"
"How old are you?"
"whats your name?"
"where are you going?"
"Are you visiting realitives?"
"your not running away are you?"

All of these met a silent brick wall. The boy was content to just stair out the window, watching the country side slip away. When the couple asked for his name again, he idley looked at them.
He seemed like he was thinking about this question even though he made no gestures or movements.
"Thought." he said.
"What was that?" said the young woman in the passenger seat.
"my name is Thought." said the boy, with slightly more conviction.
"Oh really?Havent heard that one before. Its sorta like Hope, or Grace, I suppose. Why did your parents name you that?"
...... The boy, Thought, didnt answer any more questions.
The man said something, concerning the name, They both chortled to themselves. Thought remained oblivious to their quiet conversations.
A few hours past, and quite out of the blue Thought said,
"Stop here."
This made the couple jump, They werent expecting anything, so much as a peep to come from Thought.
"what? Right here in the middle of nowhere?" said the man.
And Indeed, it was The middle of nowhere, A hedge row stretched between two fields, a few sheep could be seen in the distante corner of the field.Large tufts of mountaines looking grass sprouted up Every so often between its lowland counter parts. Next to the hedge row a skwalled looking wood shed was lying in ruin. It was slowly turning organic.
Other than that there was nothing of interest.
Thought stepped out of the car, took the black box from the back of the car, walked across the road, Turned, and tipped his trucker cap at the couple.
They smiled and drove away.
"thank goodness, that kid was giving me the willies." said the chic, the man agreed.
Looking in the rear vision mirror the boy slowly dissappeared int othe distance.

To be continued.

comic #155

Wow, I actually made it to the computer today. props to me I guess. I need them, Im le tired (well, take a nap..THEN FIRE ZE MISSILES.), bush walking. fun fun. The first couple of minutes are ok, then you realized your gonna have to walk back UP the hill to get to the cars.

oh dear, I was going to do the next part to the boy and the black box but it seems as though SOMEBODY wants to know what happened at hockey.

I have never liked hockey, in the 7 (or 8) years I have played it, I have never for one minute enjoyed it. It has been nothing but a black abses on the side of my life.
So Dad forces me to go (and I cant be bothered holding up arguments because when all my snappy comebacks dont force the other person into the corner I get bored.).
We go up, pay my registration fee(quite a bit may I ad), meet some old faces, make rude comments about how much I hate hockey.It allways feels sorta odd, people look at me and go "You dont like hockey?Why the hell are you here then?"
"Because I have no choice.What are you in for? Drugs?Misbehaviour?"
Then we meet the coach, which I had from last year. He delivours the same speach he gave last year,
"I dont mind swearing, as long as its only at yourself.It shows a competitve edge."
"my ass."
He then tells us to warm up by jogging right around the rugby/cricket/anything else that a barren peice of land can be used for.
So alright, we do that. Get back, and then he tells us.
"Now your gonna run around this field for 12 minutes, its a race, so who ever comes out in front at the end is obviously the winner. You should be able to do this, most competitive athletes can do this easily."
"Really?well if you see two competitive athletes tell me, I wanna see them run around a field full speed for 12 minutes. should we drink 2 liters milk first or is that later?"
Did you realize that the basic entry for military is to run a mile in five minutes? Now, Im pretty sure I could do that no sweat.(ok, maybe a little sweat).
But THIS?! Ok, when somebody tells me to do something, I generally do it, no matter how grudgingly. So im in the top five runners for the first 3 or 4 laps, running..around, and around. By this next lap, 5th I think, Im not feeling so good, my throat starts clenching and Icant breath, starting to throw up in my mouth, generaly odd stuff going on. So im like, screw this game, im not gonna throw up or die from lack of oxygen for this bitch or any of those stupid cricket players over there. So Im running all causual like, when I dart in behind the tree line and instantly collapse, now that felt good. I didnt care that I was being a panzy, or a sell out. Just lying there never felt so good.....Sooner or later some man came running over to make sure I wasnt dead, I guess this isnt a good earier to lye around motionless on, since half way through last year the head boy of the school had had a heart failure(more or less) playing soccer and dropped dead on the field..A while after I told the man that I was quite alright when my throat desided to open up again. One of the guys from my team came over, Josh, and told me to get up now and if I didnt the coach would come over and take a look. I said skrew him and this cruddy game, but I got up anyway. Walking in a wobbly line back to the team, the coach says to me, "might as well go back up.", I took this as an excuse to not come back(pobably a hint anyway), as I left you could hear him saying,
"I am quite dissapointed if no one could run for that long, now everyone get up, were gonna do some sprint relayes.". I went up, got my money back, I never turned back, I never regretted a thing.
Im not a runner, Im not a sporty person, I draw comics, I amuse people(hopefully).
For the first time in 8 years im not playing hockey.Woot!!

(sorry for some of the language I used, But this is one of the only things I hate with a vicious passion.)

comic #154

Gosh, its sorta sad, I went back to the webcomic that started it all for me yesterday. One of my favourite series is ending, www.stubblecomics.com . This is the webcomic that made me really interested in making my own, I owe more to Josh Merman than he knows. Its sad sometimes to see how much stress hes under doing these projects. Im surprised he has enough energy to make them even.
Perhaps Im fortunate to only have a small (if any) fan base. No ones constantly bugging me, trying to dig into my personal life, or making mean comments behind my back except for matt. But we do that in equal doses so its ok, we all know who the brains of the opperation really is.Or at least he likes to think he knows :P, jjks.

Anyway, This is going out to all the other webcomics out there, "Skrew what people say about you!As long as you enjoy it, keep with it, If your running out of steam and only do it because everyone will send you hate mail if you didnt, same thing. Skrew them. You have a life to, and your obligated to live it your way, not everyone elses.

comic #152 #153

Between school, paperrun(hell yea!Represent), odd jobs(making archives for fellow webcomics) and the liberal bowlfuls of work my parents dish me, I have barely ANY time at all to do the comics.
That throat thing that I mentioned with the last post called for reinforcments and took me out yesterday. Forgive me for am a human(who laughs at your misgivings to).
Since I started the comics my gaming life is practicaly non existent. Let me try and remember the last game I played...ok, I played maple story for about, 17 minutes at matts the other day so I would get to the new world before he did. Once I did and was running around looking at all the lego people Matt gave me the feeling he wanted me to leave so he could go look at it himself...I stayed long enough to be just anoying enough to keep the situation polite and under control. GOD, your brothers are now somewhere down on my hate list Matt, down below a slippery dick called David, who is in turn below barney.

Yes, the "what about my hair" thing is an injoke. The real robert is ABSESD with his hair, you see him enjoying the veiw out a window then you realize hes actually looking at HIMSELF in the window.
" Hey Robert, your meant to look OUT the window."
"Now what would be the point in that? Theres nothing worth looking at."
two naked individuals run past the window, A building explodes and a plane trying to do aireal stunts snaps in half and the pilot goes screaming to his doom from 12 thousand feet.

comic #151

Woo, comic 150 SUCKED. So I made up for it SORTA by spending 3 hours drawing this one up, its still only not quite up to scratch because SOMEBODY(stairs daggers at mum) is rushing me to get off the computer and do homework. It looks as though the net to my room is shut

down.NoooooooOhwellwhocares. So this comic is to all the special people who I wont be talking to as much on msn anymore :(, I never thought I would be sad about not being able to talk to some of them(couple in particualr).

*sigh*, alright, I have a cold, my throat feels like its redecorated the inside of itself with crinkly newspaper, and for those who dont know me, I have this urge to always sing when Im on the comp so thats turning into torture since I sound like peewee herman.

comic #149 #150

The old man reached out his hand. As he leaned forward he heard voices. Low, whispering,s weet, like syrup running off a spoon.He was amazed by them. As the noy and the old man touched hands he felt a great weight lift off him. As if all the rocks that had been collecting up over his life had just been taken away. His world suddenly became more solid, more tangible. He no longer felt as though he was being swamped under by all the problems of his life.
no he could see opportunitys where he used to only see insurmountable walls.
He opened his eyes. He hadnt realized that they were even closed, it was almost as if he opened them for the very first time. He saw the world, and it was beautiful.

The boy walked on, up the path, past another set of car parks and another large store. he reached the main road on the far side of all this.
He stood precisely on the side walk facing the road. He lifted out his hand as if it were a scientific manouver and raised his thumb out.
Almost the very first car stopped, The middle aged man and a woman beside him looked out of the open window.
The man leanded over,
"Need a ride?"
"yes" the boy said, with his precise tones.
"where ya headed?"
"where are you going?"
the man looked oddly at the boy.
"Out into the country. Your not running away from home are ya?"
"far from it." the boy almost smiled.

He walked to the back of the car and put the black box into the boot. He did this carefully and precisely. he closed the trunk with the slightest of clicks.

comic #147 #148

I apologise whole heartedly about the first one.Im in one of those "moods" today, One of the ones where I dont care that Im probably destroying the whole continuity of the story moods. As some of the more observant of you can see, I dedicated it.
The boy and the black box....

gotta go play maple story!!!WOOT!It works on my comp.slowly.