Comic for Friday August 31st, 2007

- Redfield

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Friday, August 31, 2007 at 12:36 PM
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What? There's More?

I'd kinda forgotten that this blog was originally set up to keep readers up-to-date on the goings on of the actual comic strip that this site seems to haphazardly run on such an inconsistent basis (kinda like how Professor Frink's AT-5000 Auto-Dialer was designed to alert schoolchildren about snow days and such). I need to write shorter sentences! There! I did it.

Hopefully I'll finalize one of our existing sketches tonight and Redfield can have it uploaded by tomorrow. Look for a few new StrokeCity comic "strips" coming out within the next week, and perhaps we'll get around to some other content in the post-three-day-weekend time.

Until then, be sure to drink your Ovaltine. Or not. What do I care?

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Thursday, August 30, 2007 at 3:36 PM
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Here's To You, Homicidal Alternate Me!

Last night, I dreamt I killed a man. Blood was pooling all around the garage floor.

In the dream, I mean.

Sometimes I think about dreams possibly being glimpses into the lives of alternate versions of ourselves, as if we're watching a sort of in-brain television program about parallel dimensions and parallel you's and me's. For the most part, my alternate selves are having a good time, fighting crime and getting laid. However, occasionally I'll have dreams where my alternate selves do things like what my dream self did last night. Then I think about how that alternate self is probably getting the death penalty and how I'll never be able to watch that particular alternate universe channel ever again.

That makes me sad.


Maybe this is why I drink.

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 3:22 PM
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For she's a jolly good...memberofGryffindorHouse

Like Redfield said in his post, Saturday was MJ's birthday (MJ being not only Redfield's keeper, but test-audience for the site and up-and-coming friend as well). Thanks millions to MJ for inviting me along. Despite the extensive back trauma I endured stuffed in the rear seat/luggage compartment of a "7 passenger" Volvo wagon, I had a ton of fun. My repressed indie-wannabe side loved the venue and couldn't stop crackin up at the carpet and pretending to be pretentious.

On a serious note, we do NOT drink nearly as much Tigers Milk as Redfield makes it sound. After the shot of Yukon Jack and the Taj Mahal, I was feeling perfectly light on my feet without the need for lactose-based cocktails from any member of the Felidae family.

-WJ

(MJ, still owe you an avatar)

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Monday, August 27, 2007 at 9:12 PM
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I love Fight Club

As I was reading an article about the existence of dark matter and dark energy in the universe (thanks to a chain of link jumps from a post by esteemed cartoonist and web/world commentator Jeffrey Rowland), I remembered that my car windows still needed to be closed before bed. After walking outside and closing the windows, I looked down the street, only to realize that my neighbors a few houses down were bare-knuckle boxing shirtless in the middle of the road. For a moment, I thought about joining them, but then remembered that I still had a few hours of lit. homework left to do before I could sleep. However, I did question our priorities as both individuals and members of society. On the one hand, I believe that, by instinct, we are predisposed to the desire for physical conflict and through such participation satisfy a rather distinctly human need. On the other hand, there are human beings spending lifetimes with the assistance of their colleagues looking through telescopes at distant galaxies in search of the origins of the universe. Which one of these activities is more relevant to our daily lives? I find it rather difficult to answer.


-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 8:45 PM
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MJ's Birthday!

Saturday was MJ's birthday so to celebrate she invited a number of us to a small (read: very small) lounge in San Diego. The place was really avant-garde with shag carpet walls, old '40s movies silently playing and drinks with names like "Tears Of The Prophet" and "Tiger's Milk".

After downing a Taj Mahal, a Flying Horse, and a Tiger's Milk, Whiskey and I started talking comic (as we are wont to do after a few Tiger's Milks). Maybe something from that night will make it to the site. : ))

Thanks to all that could make it! You all made MJ's birthday very enjoyable. Here are some pictures of the event (click on the photos to enlarge):

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 2:00 PM
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Class is back, baby!

Today was the first day of classes for the fall semester at good ol' CSUSM, and naturally I have some complaints:

1. All the girls look the same. I was descending some stairs on my way to a class and I came right into the path of about a dozen blond, skinny, short white girls all wearing huge sunglasses. I've got nothing against any of these traits by themselves, and I love the big sunglasses look, but how about some variety people? I don' t exactly have a great track record for picking up blond, skinny, short white chicks to begin with, so I certainly find it terrifying when that's all there is to pick from in this so-called cultural melting pot (my 8th grade U.S. history teacher referred to the ethnic makeup of the U.S. as a "cob salad," and I still don't know what the hell that is). Frankly, a dark-haired, full-bodied indie chick sounds pretty sweet right now. Make her Japanese and I'm set.

2. All the girls in my upper-division literature classes are older; some are even married and have families. The only class I have a chance of finding young, cute girls in is the class designed for teachers teaching literature and writing to elementary school students. What are the majority of those girls like? Can you guess? Blond, skinny, short, and white. I dunno about the big sunglasses thing cause we were inside a classroom.

3. Three is more of a question, really: Why is it that girls will occasionally offer sexual favors in return for something and act like it's no big deal, but then consider it perverted when a guy does likewise? Double standard, people. This is what's holding back the equality movement!

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Thursday, August 23, 2007 at 7:42 PM
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Whiskey Johnson => Tequila Jones

Thanks to all who came to the spur-of-the-moment social gathering on Sunday! Since "Whiskey Johnson" was drinkin' tequila, I had to pick up the slack and charge good ol' Yukon Jack - the "black sheep" of whiskeys - for our night of light drinking. Justin brought the Stella and the thrusting Drew, Whiskey brought the rock, and MJ & I supplied the rest of the fire-water and our couch. Good times.

My roommate Jen also drank with us and had to wake up MUCH earlier than Whiskey, so don't go around thinkin' that he's some sort of party-martyr. :P

Here are some pictures of the social gathering:

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Tuesday, August 21, 2007 at 10:55 AM
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Drink, Puke, Repeat

As Justin said, Redfield had us over to his newish place for drinks. MJ, Redfield's lovely lady, was kind enough to lend us a decently pricey bottle of tequila they had scored for super cheap to hold over Jooj and myself for the rest of the evening. Actually, as far as I know, Redfield and Mj provided ALL the booze that was consumed, including several types of beer. Many thanks to you kids for your generosity!

My total came out to something like 2 chugged beers and 8 tequila shots (maybe not a record, but good enough for me). Oddly enough, the drive home was uneventful. I haven't been drinking much due to the Class 3 Medically Ranked Fire Hole that is continuously burning through the walls of my stomach, but as I told Justin, "You gotta drink when the spirit says drink." I am an idiot.

I was also the only one who had to get up early in the morning, having made an appointment with my college counselor several weeks prior to Redfield's sporadic shenanigans. I have never felt hungover, so to speak, but often I wake up on the morning after feeling like the alcohol is just sitting in my muscles, in my bones, slowly poisoning me throughout the day. At one point, hours after I'd woken up, I drank a glass of water and promptly threw it up. I threw up WATER!!! What has to be broken inside for you to throw up something as simple and as precious as water? Sure, 375 ml tequila, no problem. 6 oz of water and my body says "Fuck off" to me? What gives?!

Anyways, I can't even remember if we still make comics anymore. Maybe I can find a napkin around and scribble something up. Happy Monday, everybody! For me, college Fall session resumes this Thurs., so expect a decrease in updating frequency. (Tries to stifle bubbly, girlish laughter).

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Monday, August 20, 2007 at 5:41 PM
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One more thing...

We occasionally release comics and posts that make sense to us at the time, but reveal their failure only a little while later. I enjoy leaving these comics and posts up for the world to see because every time I reread them, I cringe, and every time I cringe, I am reminded to never do whatever I just did again.

We are a work in progress and always will be.

-WJ

(Suck it, Busbi-san!)

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Saturday, August 18, 2007 at 9:25 PM
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The BFD with GFs

Recently, activities with friends have had to be scheduled around separate activities with those friends' girlfriends. What follows isn't really a complaint, but more of an observation.

In the old days (not the good old days or the bad old days, but more like the late high school and early college old days), my free time was filled by hanging out with friends. Some of those friends had girlfriends, but we didn't necessarily hang out with said girlfriends during "friends time." There was often a girlfriend around here or there, but they usually spent their time with us watching their boyfriends play video games (which sounds extremely dull to me when compared with the actual experience of playing video games).

My point is that "girlfriend time" and "friends time" were rather separate entities. How is this different than today? Well, it's not, except that those separate entities of time were rather equal and balanced before, or sometimes the "hang with friends" impulse would win out and claim a larger chunk of time from the continuum.

Maybe I've been spoiled by the fact that some girlfriends were away at their own colleges, hundreds of miles from here, not even visible upon the distant horizon. For many girlfriends, their absence had left their boyfriends exclusive time to hang with buddies, guys, and pals. However, as more girlfriends now return home like the swallows to Capistrano, more boyfriends are being pulled away.

There is really nothing left for this spoiled kid to do except accept the fact that we are growing older. As couples spend more time together and strengthen their bonds, they'll proceed to the next stages in life, sometimes moving in together, getting married, or even knocking themselves up to produce beautiful little, time-consuming children. Over the course of the next couple of years, "friends time" will diminish from open summers to weekend events, continuing to shrink even further, all the way down to once-a-year gatherings for Superbowl parties. My friends don't even watch the Superbowl, so when the heck am I supposed to see 'em?

So one of the last questions to remain is whether or not to hang up the goofy webcomic shirts, put away the xbox controllers, and throw out those cool Captain Crunch bestfriends secret decoder rings, and succumb to the fate that has befallen so many of my nerdy brethren.

Is such a fate so bad? Of course not. From what I hear, the sex is much more consistent and reliable. Still, I can't shake the feeling that I am just a little boy cursed to possess the body of a fat man. The world still sparkles sometimes with wonderful surprises dug in like gemstones, and I still get a curious thrill at the thought of what evils lurk in the dark. If I survive past the age of 30, then maybe I will be experienced and ready enough for the stability that comes with a long, deep relationship. Until then, I hope I always enjoy playing on a children's swingset at midnight, even when sober.

Off to the movies, I guess...

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 8:13 PM
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New Comic: Wednesday August 15th, 2007

= Comic for Wednesday August 15th, 2007 =

The new comic is up! : ))

- Redfield

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on Wednesday, August 15, 2007 at 5:11 PM
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Wasp a matta wit you?

So I was getting into my car the other day, which is a real low two-door by they way, and a hornet comes flying in the passenger-side window and starts flying around my head. I dive out of the car via the open driver's-side door and begin rolling up the driver's-side window. The hornet (or wasp, which ever one keeps its legs dangling in the air in a comical, yet deadly fashion) flies out the passenger's-side window. I quickly dive back into the car and begin rolling the p-side window up to prevent the hornet from returning. While I'm in my car, the driver's-side door closes, essentially sealing me in. When the p-side window is about halfway closed, the hornet flies in AGAIN! Naturally, I kick open my d-side door and bail out a second time.

Well, this keeps happening for about a minute, where the hornet flies out the p-side window, I jump back into the car and roll the window up another inch, then the hornet flies back in while I jump out the other side. Finally, the hornet, now back in the car, crawls into the open space underneath my glove box. Fearing that this horrific, stinging creature will lay eggs and build a nest in the control console of my car, I bang on the glove box until the hornet comes back out.

Eventually, after a long ordeal, the hornet flies out the remaining crack of open window and I succeed in shutting the window entirely. Ignoring the neighbors around me that have watched this particular scene unfold, I begin laughing as I watch the hornet flying angrily around my car and, sweating in the 80-something degree heat of the car's sealed interior, drive off with a squeal.

Sure, I could have just squashed the hornet with a flip-flop while his back was turned, but where's the fun in that? That's like spawn killing from the rocks around the center column of the Sanctuary map in a Halo 2 match; just plain panz.

-WJ

(Keep nature alive!)

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 4:11 PM
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Wowee Zowee!

So I've been begging Redfield to create some sort of easy-post system cause I'm so lazy that I didn't want to learn to post and upload through the code. This new system is good because we've been slacking real bad on comic updates in the last few months and, due to the utmost laziness, I haven't posted any explanations on the site addressing what's going on (believe me, we've made up plenty of excuses for our behavior, too!). If you read the posts, which most of you probably don't, then you'll be happy to know that there will be a lot more posting. Also, expect a lot more grammatical errors since many of these posts will probably come late at night when I'm tired from insomnia, or drunk.

Here's to Redfield for streamlining the site and making it more functional. Maybe this will be the start of a beautiful string of consistent updates, no?

-WJ

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 3:46 PM
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Testing...

This is a test to see if I've managed to set up an easy posting method for Whiskey. If you're reading this, then may the internets flow with 100 proof Whiskey Johnson posts!
: ))

- Redfield

Posted by Whiskey Johnson on at 12:56 PM
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