I am moving soon to an apartment in Greater Boston. Roommates and living situations and moving have been on my mind for the the last week or two and let me tell you, if someone takes my orange juice, there shall be retribution.
That is all I have to say about that.
I am fairly intrigued, personally, about Sasquatch’s fatherhood. There are authors and writers who will tell you they do not write a story, they tell a story as it comes, as though it were a tale from another world. I would be terrified of the world this particular fever dream comes from, if that is the case. I cannot say that I always know where this strip is going or what the story behind the characters is, but it is funny to keep bringing up Sasquatch’s child. Some day, perhaps after thousands of Happle Tea strips (Raptor Jesus, let it be so) someone will collect the facts laid before them and give us a proper family tree for the characters and provide a full background for each one. Odin knows I will sure as shit not be doing it.
Though that might be an interesting thing to include in a Happle Tea book.
Pro tip: Do not tell people about your dreams. If there is no sex or if I am not in them, I do not want to hear about them!
That is a joke.
But really, it is funny when we tell others our dreams as they can often be very strange indeed. Dreams obviously are not controllable so you can’t be held accountable, but they can give us some small insight into the unique and disturbed psyche of individuals.
Sometimes it is best not to bring these things up.
As for me, I do not often dream. I have a tendency to get my personal oddities out on paper, often in strip format. The evidence of my own lunatic brain is before you.
When I do dream, I have a tendency to dream in animation or even comic page format. Do not ask me how that works, I cannot explain it.
First off, let us set aside the logical fallacies of this time traveling expedition okay? Theoretically, there is nothing you could do to change the future, anyway, right?
That said, in this comic, I have tried to bring to light how easy it is to fall into old unhealthy habits. It is really a wonderful foray into the world of psychology and human behavior, or something. I mean, a dinosaur with a top hat and tie? Wrap your head around that symbolism, Dr. Freud!
Alcoholics and drug addicts might understand this. So might the chronically lazy. (hint: I do not fall into the first two categories!)
I am really not sure why Future-K hangs out with a dinosaur. It seemed like a logical progression when I discussed it with my brother. I honestly hadn’t meant to do a part 2, but it seemed like it needed some sort of resolution. I did not want you, o reader, to feel stress at the un-resolved nature of K’s time traveling adventures.
I am considering the possibility of little mini-series involving Future-K and Benjamin Franklin Rex, his toothy side-kick. We will see how that goes.
Thanks to everyone sending mail and commenting! I love hearing from you and I try to respond whenever I can!
Sometimes we need someone to blame. Why blame yourself when you can blame yourself in the past?
The reality of the situation, in my case, is that, instead of jamming various art utensils into my tiny nasal passages, I had devoured cigarettes like some sort of nicotine fiend maddened by a lack of his drug of choice. It was nobody’s fault really, I raided the ash trays and I got what I deserved: painful stomach pumping and charcoal ingestion at the hospital. Everyone has one of these stories and they are the sorts of stories where family members chuckle and look at one another knowingly and say to themselves, “That explains a lot!”
Being a kid is ridiculous.
Being an adult is ridiculous too, but in different ways.
I think what I’m trying to say is that life is ridiculous.
Let’s all point and laugh.
In other news, going to be putting together some new ads for Project Wonderful this week, and some signature images for forum use if you’d like to advertise HT in style. The donation button also works now, finally.
Do you lack motivation? Perhaps you need to try draping yourself over things. I do it all the time and let me tell you, it works wonders for my outlook on life.
You may notice some changes to the website going on here and there. I managed to finally get a new banner done up today. I think it’s better than the crappy old one. You can also see that there’s a nice little picture over there on the right hand side for donations. Nobody is obligated to donate, and nobody will ever be required to pay for HT in its web format. Next year, before convention season, I’ll be printing up the strips into a small book to sell and THOSE will cost money. However, until then, if you’ve the means and the inclination and you really like what I do, donations would be appreciated. I’m a student, I’m moving into an apartment with 3 other people in September, and I am scrawny and need to eat. Even if everyone just donated a dollar a month, you could help keep me fed and sheltered! Wouldn’t that be nice? Donations will also keep me from having to put up advertising…blech.
I won’t carry on about donations very much. The button isn’t working just yet anyway, I’ve got to sort that out with Paypal.
I’m also starting to put up some handy links to various things, like the Ten Thousand Masks home page, William Gibbons’ comic Para-Ten, and the RSS subscription. This weekend, I’ll put up a few more things.
We’re also looking at setting up some forums for fans of Happle Tea and Para-Ten to discuss things and for non-fans to flame the shit out of us. I am also still working on figuring out how to get some merchandise going. Unfortunately, at this point, I don’t think I’d make enough from merchandise to justify the costs, but maybe in a few months if things carry on as they are, I’ll be able to go for it.
Anyway, thanks as always for commenting, telling friends, and just reading the strip. I hope it gives you some enjoyment!
First off, thanks to my brother for providing the foundation for this comic. I’d also like to thank him for always supporting me. He is a wonderful person.
Second, I’ll be honest. I’m not a huge fan of reality TV in general, but reality shows like Ax Men, Ice Road Truckers, and Deadliest Catch garner a great deal more of my scorn than your standard white trash Reality Television program. The latter is guilty only of being poorly produced and draining the intelligence of Americans, while the former blatantly glorifies the worst parts of humanity (greed, the rape of the natural world, etc) and puts it on a pedestal. I get that it’s the “Regular Joe” type guy against the odds, but that has never been me or anything I wish to identify with. For me, I’ll always prefer thought provoking work over things that glorify the status quo.
That was a sort of long-winded tirade.
It’s funny, a lot of the comic strips I write here are born out of frustration or slow-simmering rage with the world I live in. That might sound counter-intuitive, but I think most people that work with humour for a living operate this way. Comedy is a form of self-defense for people that examine things too much and too closely. It’s a way for us to, like a tai-chi master, redirect the energy of anger and rage to more positive things like humour and hilarity.
It’s pretty interesting when you stop and think about it.
Maybe it isn’t, though. Maybe you prefer to watch Deadliest Catch? I guess we’re all different.
If only Twitter could be put to some use defending humanity from the likes of evil sorcerons everywhere, maybe we wouldn’t be facing threats from magical terrorists. It’s quite a shame that, in reality, it consists of people just shouting nonsense into the internet void.
I am still working on getting some things situated around here. I’d like to get the store up and get some prints done, as well as put some forums up. I’m a little slow on these extra things, what with work and putting the strips together, but hopefully I’ll have them done soon. I still have a few other tweaks and edits I’d like to sort out as well.
Once again, thanks to everyone visiting the site, leaving comments, and telling your friends about Happle Tea. It is always very much appreciated.
Even acting at his best, Nicholas Cage is clearly a soulless husk set forth by wizards to terrorize the populace with his painful portrayals of actual human beings. I can’t decide if this is awful or interesting. A wicker construct playing at life as an actor seems terribly ironic. Sasquatch knows it’s true!
The sad part is, nothing can be funnier than the reality of the man himself.
For those of you that have never seen The Wicker Man starring Nicholas Cage, I highly recommend you watch it. Not because it’s good. No, of course not that. But rather, because it is hilarious. He punches a woman square in the face. He screams something about bees, and he is ultimately burned alive. Did I ruin the movie? No. The movie ruined itself. For examples, click the Nicholas Cage link above, you won’t be disappointed.
I’ve begun including links to supplemental material. You should browse them, I hope they will bring you happiness.













