Patton-ted
It appears our unibrowed friend finally has himself a moniker. His name is simply the result of habit. No creativity whatsoever went into the name “Meany.” I’m sure you might’ve guessed that. Omar and I were perfectly aware that we’d have to come up with a name for him sooner or later, but in the meantime we just kept referring to him as “the mean monkey,” shortly thereafter, it became “Meany” due to laziness.
So for the past couple weeks I’ve been trying my damndest to not let the cat out of the bag since I knew we had this strip lined up to reveal the name. That’s why I haven’t given much attention to Meany in the newsposts. For fear of making people all too aware that he was nameless, I just refrained from talking about him at all unless I could seamlessly work him into a sentence laden with pronouns. I really do like him. It’s hard to compare him to say…..a Bobbo, but I enjoy drawing him just as much.
It would also appear we’ve introduced you to yet another auxillary character. They just keep showing up, don’t they? General Bastid just sorta came to me a couple days ago. I was able to draw him perfectly on my first try, and here he his today. Please be kind to him since he and I are much alike. I also like wearing poofy pants.
As promised, the new wallpaper is up at the hot stuff page. Now that you know the name, you can partake in the desktoppy goodness of Meany’s wallpaper.
Behave this weekend. Don’t die so you can come back here on Monday. I mean it.
Kevin
PJ is absolutely right. There is a new comic up today.
We had the damndest time coming up with a name for the more volatile of our two primary characters. It went on for days and then weeks and then, depressingly, into months. Our Web site and comic launch came and went and we still didn’t know what to fucking call him.
Omar: How about….? Shit. I got nothing.
PJ: This sucks.
I don’t even remember where “Bobbo” came from, but I know it was really early on and seemed to come out with no effort, like a smooth Ex-Lax bowel movement.
Meany, though. It’s been like giving birth to some sort of tentacled alien child. I think we had names like, “Cornwallis,” “Terrence” and others. How do you convey the name of a mean monkey, one with a bar code on the back of his damn neck, who has probably witnessed untold horrors at the hands of man? We call that “Meany.” “Kevin” for short.
Against my better judgment, PJ has promised not the usual two, but THREE comics next week. I guess he just plans to forego sleep entirely, just cruising past 5 a.m. and watching the sun come up as he huddles over his WACOM tablet, drawing space craters and shit. Me? My ass will be sleeping.
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