Who’s Your Daddy?
Howdy all!
Man, it’s been a while since I’ve made a blog post, hasn’t it?
I see my website as your father (just go with me on this) and you, the readers, are my children. Now the comic, that’s the basic necessities of life (food, clothing, shelter). The comic is what I need to supply you with lest child protective services drag me off to jail.
The blog on the other hand represents my love and affection for you. And in that respect, I have failed. Not quite the deadbeat father, I’m more like the single dad you see at the beginning of the movie who’s too busy for his kid’s little league game.
Well no more, dammit! Daddy’s gonna cancel that meeting in Hong Kong, even though it’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a big promotion that might get us out of our crappy, little apartment and into that dream house that you and your brothers and sisters have been dreaming about. I started walking out the door with my luggage when I glanced down and saw your baseball glove by the front door. Then, with the sad piano playing in the background, I looked at myself in the mirror by the door while the camera slowly pushes in on my reflection. “Will he make the right decision?” you ask yourself, Kleenex at the ready as your eyes swell with tears. Then, a resigning smile washes over my face as I drop the luggage to the floor and pick up your glove. I grab my glove, blowing dust off it as I do, and a baseball as well. I enter your bedroom where I find you looking at an old framed picture of you and I and your mother (the photo taken just days before she was eaten alive by sea turtles). “How about a game of catch, tiger?” I say. You jump off the bed, realizing that I’m staying home; the entire orchestra now joins the sad piano music and swells to accentuate the moment. Women in the audience lean their heads on their date’s shoulders. Men in the audience roll their eyes.
Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that I’m going to try to be more active here on the site and will hopefully crank out a blog post a week – whether I have something to say or not. Obviously, I have no problem writing stuff even though I have nothing to say.
Awwww daddy, i feel loved again 🙂
I believe you have been an excellent father! You post a comic strip 5 times a week, and each one is better than the previous! And you call that a negligent fatherhood? I call it the best father ever!
One word of advice; keep being awesome and don't change anything.
Dude, I love you.
Great, made me lol several times. 😀
"I have no problem writing stuff even though I have nothing to say." Splendid! That's why I stopped bothering with my blog – couldn't think of anything to say! Love your work, keep it up, and thank you!
Framtonm
"But dad, I never liked baseball!"
Love your comics! My friends and I have dubbed it the official web comic of our group (which we like to call the Banterers). 🙂
Oh and Dad, my birthday is in 21 days! 😀
Ooo! "Official web comic of your group"! I'm flattered.
DADDY~!!!
I've always wanted a father!!! Hong Kong is totally over rated anyway ;oD ;oD
Dad, why have you never told me about the sea turtles?
Hahahaha. Your blog posts are almost as funny as your comic. But yeah, your comic is awesome… so that's hard to compete with.
I have the same problem with my blog at my webcomic. I only write when I really need to share something… but maybe I should also write more. The last post is from months ago and is a request for guest comics because I was going on a vacation.
So don't feel like you neglect the blog… you just focus your attention more on the more important part, the comic 😀
Could I maybe do ballet instead? Let's go buy shoes daddy! And tights! And starbucks-coffee! Oh, can we?
With all this fatherly attention, maybe we won't grow up to be strippers after all.
Dad, was I adopted?
and then the sea turtles ate *everyone!*
Can I make a "sugar daddy" comment here?
This is why I love this site. Best comic on the interwebs…
Damn sea turtles! Gettin' into the same usual shenanigans again!
Hahahaha, this is amazing.
Cool.
It's okay, Dad. The guy next door is always willing to play with me. I go all the time. I have to go over to his house because he can't leave his house to come over here on account his ankle bracelet gets mad if he does, and then the police come again. Oh, and we have to keep the shades down while I'm over there because he gets sunburn or something. So, no worries. Enjoy your flight.
yeeeey!!! daddy loves us! i knew it!
Hey, as long as you keep making comics, I'll keep coming back.
We have a deal?
*extends hand with raised eyebrow*
so daddy, i was just wondering if you could give me 20 bucks? I cleaned the kitchen.
but seriously, this comic is awesome, you the man, and for future reference, everyone likes football more than baseball. 🙂
Official video of this blog post: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MS85VDrJF7c