Ok, so I made my first ultra stupid mistake of my cartooning career and accidentally deleted today's comic before I posted it. But I managed to get it redone in record time so nobody has to miss out.
Today's comic is a bit of a special gift in some ways. This upcoming weekend happens to be both my own and my nephew's birthdays so I decided that I would give him this comic, hand painted for his first birthday gift. It was the best idea I could think of to commemorate the fact that he's one year old and that I'm just old ( Comparatively. ). There's something about birthdays that after about the age of six, they stop being a joyous present-filled occasion and start becoming a dreaded annual event that gets more terrifying with each passing year. Getting old is something almost all people seem to be universally afraid of. Ironically those most worried are the ones who are youngest or about to become old. Yet every time a person gets past one of those moments that they think will change everything, they all too often stop and realize: nothing happened. I think it would be a lot more satisfying to one's fear if every year on one's birthday, a giant, marauding, potentially rabid, creature just came and stomped around their house for a while. Imagine how much more satisfied you would be to have gotten that year older each time without any incidents occurring ( ex: "Oh crap! I think the gila monster ate my car keys!". ). And as you got older, each year the creature that stomps around your house would be a little tamer. Eventually, you'd have a gerbil running in circles on the living room rug chewing on the drapes occasionally. How excited would you be to reach the age of 100? I'd be tap dancing and making plans for next year.
At least until my back gives out and I have to lie down. Because compared to my nephew, I'm up against a puppy.
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