Bonus Comic

Yeah, I feel bad that I've been holding out on providing you the sweet meats of Fishheadman. At the moment I lack the inspiration and professional capacity to "force it". But I won't hold out on you. I promise you'll get something each week while the Fishheadman part of the brain (somewhere, I'm told, between the oblongata and the cervical cortex) gets some much needed R&R.

The truth is I've been thick in research for another project I'm working on. I'm writing an alternative history steampunk horror novel that requires knowledge of 17th century English history, alchemy, roman history, Zoroastrianism, and the Cthulhu Mythos.

Believe me when I tell you I'm balls deep in wikipedia, discovering things I've never known I needed to know. It's very exciting to discover how fascinating history is when it's not being rhythmically ejaculated monotonously into your face by a teacher who earns minimum wage and loathes his or her students for it.

In regards to this 'treat' I lay before you, I am in no way slandering the vastly noble hispanic people by waylaying their mythically delicious foodstuffs upon the head of a naked shark man. My only intent is to maximize the flavor, by attuning it to the frequency at which my mind explodes in a babbling, idiotic flow of pseudo-creativity. When I eat a taco, the world changes before me, expanding for the few fleeting, crunchy moments before I gulp it down. And I needed to share that with you.

Sorry for the late comic. I've had Pneumonia for the past three weeks. I'm finally getting better. I'm going to catch up with my output, which means six Fishheadman comics this month.

18: Business as Usual

Things are picking up now. The plot advances. Any week now you could be reading Fishheadman's adventures on the moon fighting ninja alligators. Things are happening.

The next couple pages are going to be as fun to draw as they were to write.

17: Dare to Dream

I've always loved eavesdropping on the frayed sentences that are uttered from the mouths of dreamers. These precious lines of dialog seem to wrap around the brain, folding itself into an incoherence that cannot possibly be remembered by either the speaker or those lucky enough to hear.

Naturally the only thing you can do when such a situation arises is to attempt to engage in a conversation with the speaker. One may hope to learn of some universal truth that will expand their mind, or perhaps pinpoint the exact location of slumbering Cthulhu's lair. But no. If you're lucky, you might be entertained for a few fleeting moments. But usually the person wakes up and immediately lambastes you for being creepy.

I recently saw the film Wild Zero with some friends. It is quite simply amazing. Every scene is hand crafted to be as campy as possible, hamming it up to such an extent that I'm pretty sure Bruce Campbell has had a permanent erection since the year 2000, when the film was first released in Japan.

In commemoration of the obvious inspiration for the film, I created a motivational poster, which immediately found it's way on Fishheadman's wall because, after all, he is a drug dealer. With a functionless mask depicting a fish permanently affixed to his head. And the ghost of a failed musician for a side kick...
I'm starting to realize how ridiculous that sounds...

16: Lucidity

Sorry this one is so late. I haven't been feeling it lately, I need to get back in the groove. I'm changing the schedule to weekends, as I always seem to be too busy when tuesday rolls around.

This is mainly due to the d20 modern zombie game I'm running. It's about zombies in New Orleans during Hurricane Katrina. It's kind of nutty, but I kind of have to design games on a semi regular basis or I go nuts.

15: Dentistry

I have been playing Pokemon Diamond, which is awesome. Let us mix poffins together forever.