Girl, you're (physically) amazing, just the way you are!

I'M BACK!  If you're reading this, that means you survived my hiatus, too!
That's right, my computer's fixed, my printer/scanner's working great and I got a new picture editing software (well, an update anyway).
I'm going back to my Monday, Wednesday, Friday update schedule.  Please tell your friends about this place if you like it, so I can restore your faith in my being able to update.

NOTE:  Today's (Wenesday's) comic will be a little late.

My Addiction

I have an extreme addiction to the sounds of a pipe organ.  It's my favorite instrument by any measure.  Something about it just awakens a great beast within myself and I feel so... invigorated.

Ohhhhhhh yeeeeaaaahhhh

Lowering Morale

 
         To be fair, Chopin wasn't a "Classical" composer, he was a "Romantic" one.  But I figured not all my readers know the musical era's so well, so Ilumped Renaissance, Baroque, Classical, and Romantic into one big word, which has been done before.  It pains me though, because those era's of music are all dear to me (except Renaissance music, screw that entire era!)

       While drawing this comic I was actually relistening to Chopin's Marche Funebre and I'm serious; it'll get you down.

Meow meow meow

Here's the full lyrics, you can try it out an anyone you think is purty:
Doo wah ditty, you're as pretty as a kitty!
Meow, meow meow, MEOW
We should get together like birds of a feather!
Chirp chirpetty chirp!
You make me feel silly, like a crazy hillbilly!
Meow meow meow MEOW!


And that's the perfect love song, as sung by my awesome cowboy-uncle Keith.

Costumed Carolers

      In high school I was in a group that dressed up in old style clothing and sang Christmas Carols around town and at different events.  We had a good air of authenticity to all our songs and how we acted to our great audiences.  On one of our last excursions to a bank, though, pretty much this EXACT THING happened.  I was halfway between appalled and amused.

Ukulele

OH MY GOSH!!!!
I drew my own face in a way that made me want to punch it MANY TIMES!!!!


        This is based on my experience with my ukulele.  I brought to college thinking I'd have my own little cool, novel thing and that it'd be a point of interest.  I came and found out that nearly EVERY GUY thought the exact same thing.  Needless to say, I didn't want to look like just another ukulele guy, so I put it up and ignored it for a few months with the exception of a few private practices.  I only just started playing again...

Also, it looks like I'm getting slightly better at drawing women.