What we have here is an image utilizing some new fonts. The font used by the first two dudes is based on my own handwriting. The robot’s font was made by Marq. I feel a bit more competent using a unique font instead of just sticking with whatever is included with Windows. The font I used for Adventure Dennis worked fine and stuff like the Phone Guys is stupid enough to not merit a decent font, but it always bugged me when making something like Hover Head.

Another plus with this strip is that it is the first time I drew it on paper and then digitally inked using my tablet. On Hover Head I drew it all for the first time with the tablet and it never really looked all that good. If I had cared enough to add a background for this one it would probably be my most professional-looking comic. But hey, it’s just a test run so suck it. I mean, I drew, inked and colored this thing before giving any thought to what it was about, who these characters were or what they were saying. It took hours to think of that dialogue.

Starting next Monday, I think, I plan to make putting up a comic strip a weekly Monday thing. It will hopefully be cool.

My word! I’ve just realized! All the suits of armor in museums and display cases all over the world are potential hiding places for humanoid alien beings to stand in and just totally spy on people who look at suits of armor. I’d suggest that we put all suits of armor under some manner X-ray or CAT scans so we would always be sure, but that would be ridiculous. Aliens would know some way to avoid being seen on those.

There are words like Color which I don’t spell with a “u” and there are words like Harbour, which I do spell with a “u” and the distinction between them is purely what I think looks better. Armor/Armour is a word which I’ve just never been able to make up my mind about, but now I think I am going to put my vote in the No U camp. Now you can all stop worrying about my thoughts on this manner.

Haiku!

Dogs and frogs are here
telling us why we should go
to the moon again.

So. What’s new with me, you ask? Well, I seem to have been hired as a writer for the Official Handbooks of the Marvel Universe. My work won’t show up until 2011, but when it is solicited I will show a link or whatever. This can be expected to slow down my already very slow attempts at writing for the site here, but in fact I am trying to not let this happen. Starting some time later this month or in November I will be making more attempts to Regular Updates to my webcomic section and hopefully occasional new prose stories as well. So that’s something.

In the meantime, I will put up one of my insanest old prose stories.

This guy is Paco McZap. He’s a lazy wizard from the Wrong Alternate Universe.

Previously on the Book of PDR:

Back in early 2009 the computer I owned was very virused-up and went and died. A tragedy to be sure, but the part that stings the most is that I had been writing a book and had none of it backed up outside of that computer. While most of the book was meant to be a collection of short stories from back in the Contains2 days it was framed by a sequence starring none other than the gentleman above.

Paco McZap was a young man who was discovered to have great potential as for magic, but as it turned out he was stupid and had a very “when am I ever going to need that” attitude towards his studies so he just became a lazy wretch who used magic to summon pizza delivery men to his tower quicker. I was quite pleased with how my attempt to tell his life story had been going so I am reluctant to try again because I don’t think I’d do it as well, but I’ve not forgotten him altogether. To prove this, I have drawn a picture of him. There you go.

I’m not able to sleep, but I know I should be. I was writing a Friday the Thirteenth-related story, but then I got distracted. I’ll not have time to finish it on this day so instead, I’ll write a post here. Even if I get that story done late, it’s still done, right? Anyway, I’ve been saving up things to say, so I might as well use them.

Back when I used to take cabs home from work like twice a week Casino Taxi (they’re the fast ones) used to treat me pretty well. The dispatcher lady knew me by name and would ensure that cabs came to pick me up tout de suite and they all knew where I was going. Now that I only need a cab only once a month or so, the new dispatcher never remembers me or makes smalltalk and I feel less special. Sure, they’re probably more concerned with people who use cabs more regularly, but c’mon. Where’s the love? I’ll always be loyal to Casino Taxi thanks to their old commercial, but I miss the love.

Why is it that the further a store is from my apartment, the better the ice cream it sells? I had this thing called Caramel Hat Trick the other day. It was sweet. I guess this is just a rhetorical musing. That is all.

I put together a futon over the weekend. It wasn’t hard or anything, but I still used the instructions as a guide. Doing so, I noticed that the French language bit of the manual got a step that the English and Spanish ones did not. It detailed these little rubber things I had to stick on to prevent the mattress from sliding or something.

I don’t know if this means the manual writers were so pro-French they wanted to leave the others out on the full details of what to do, or if they figured that English and Spanish speakers were smart enough to figure it out from the diagram (Like I did!) but the French were not as quick on the uptake. It is important to find out if we’re going to know who should be angry here.

And clearly someone needs to be angry.

Hey, I forgot to mention. Last week I was opening the door to a cab and I hit myself in the face with it. It ranks up there with my best stupidest moments. Although it did not leave the amount of bruise I expected when it happened, it left a mark on my head for days. And it is still tender to the touch. I am impressed with my door-swinging strength.

Haiku!

War on Planet Grup.
Two powerful armies fight.
The biggest one wins.

In other news, I am now roommateless with Marq having moved to the other side of the city. Here’s hoping that that somehow translates into me writing more.