Super Webcomic Update! (a.k.a. my inability to provide regular updates on these)

So.... it's been *eyes calender* oh geez, a month since I did one of these. Y'all follow my comics on their own, right? RIGHT? Does anyone find value in these updates or should I just let the comics do their own thing without this aggregation?

At any rate, here are the last month worth of comics. Enjoy and thanks for reading!

s02e16 Over at Cthulhu Slippers, incompetence is put to the ultimate test.
CS_2-17 Nyar tries again at being covert.
CS_2-18 Something about never looking a gift squid in the mouth.
CS_2-19 Do you really need to print thatReally?
thehelp Over at Over-Encumbered we learn about housecleaning.
cleaning In which Yukon gets a little too frisky with the help.
welldone The great fire orb claims another victim.
fishybusiness In which there is some trouble with the neighbor's summoning.
diresituation Rodent control can be a tricky business.


New Webcomic - Cthulhu Slippers!

Good news everyone! I can finally let you know about the thing I've been working on for the last few months. Cthulhu Slippers, the comic! Written by Andrew Jack and illustrated by myself.

The Great Old Ones have arisen! All hail their mega-coorporation, Cthulhucorp! The comic follows the trials of two cooworkers as they endure all that their job can throw at them - tentacles and all.

The comic updates every Monday. Check it out at



I was approached in the spring by author Andrew Jack  about the possibility of making this a reality. How could I say no, right? Plus, TENTACLES!

The first four comics are already released. Please stop on by and let us know what you think. If you like the comic, please spread the word.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. ;)

Month of Monsters: Spacey Sven

"Do you know where I left my keys? I seem to have misplaced them. Hopefully I can find them before tonight's ritual opening of the door to the unspeakable horror dimension. The boys down at the portalarium will be quite irritated if I don't have the keys to the door.

"Okay, retrace my steps. That usually works right?

"I got some murder porridge from the fridge. Then I sat down to watch a bit of Yog-Sothoth's Space-Time Almanac. Then I used the little-cultist's room. Hmmm... those keys have to be around here somewhere."

After getting distracted several times, Sven finally found his keys five hours later. They were in his pocket.

Original art for sale.