Overcompensating: Actual Things That Happen to Jeffrey Rowland

Spoiler Alert

The problem with knowing with absolute certainty what happens after you die is that, well, it makes you go instantly insane. Also nobody believes you. So it's just best to either just keep that one under you several simultaneously-worn hats or stagger around near the bus station mumbling under your breath.

Another week, another beak! If anyone needs me, I'll be in my studio.

Good Old Internet

And we return to business as usual! Here's a link to the first G0D comic, and there's been at least two since then. Thanks to our beloved interwub, I have seen photographs of fetishes I cannot even begin to figure out. It's like if the Age of Enlightenment was a passed-out, naked college guy with a stenciled images of mutliated genitals spray-painted onto his beet-red, bare buttocks.

Wigu: The Case of the Missile Crisis is now free to view and hard to forget, even without the bonus features.

And the McCloud tour rolls on, and it looks like FUN.

Missile Crisis Free To Look At

That's right! The Missile Crisis story is now free to look at, and the posters are two-for-one until they're gone!

Driving Miss Dongle Part Seven

To be continued? But where? Perhaps in another book? Perhaps?

I just finished manually putting "previous" and "next" buttons on every single Overcompensating entry. Why not go back and see how things have changed!

It is butt-kicking season again. I hope you brought your giant foam flipping-off finger.

Driving Miss Dongle Part Six

Good news for the thoroughly unimpressed -- tomorrow is the last comic in this story! I have completed comics involving such topics as obesity, the afterlife, and Lindsay Lohan's vagina so strap on your strap-on-ables, because it's gonna be a rough ride. Good news for everyone -- I think we've located the files for Wigu Volume One and more work is underway on the next Wigu volume and the The Unicorn Diaries: A Dangerous Obsession (the first Overcompensating book).

This weekend may involve Dumbrella gathering in Northampton, MA as Dr. Vampire and The Englishman are on their way up from New York. Add a little freshly-soldout Poopmonster to the mix and you've got yourself a public restroom sink-full of Hot Man-Stew. edit: This is not going to happen.

And, to wrap things up on a cheery note, if you're an American who pays income tax you might find this very insightful. Think $3 a gallon for gasoline is bad? You're also buying gas for classified fighter jets.