The Sleeping Dead

Really nice zombie art by T. You’ve got to have your feet firmly planted in some drug-addled alternate reality to draw really good zombies.

Excedrin Extra Strength: When you really need to draw some bad-ass zombies.

Leaky Brains

This is the first political cartoon in the history of Over the Hedge that nobody over at gocomics.com went ballistic about.  I chalk this up to the phony false equivalency we set up between Hilary and Trump.

Rest assured there is no equivalency. Hilary is a typical veracity challenged establishment politician and Trump is a clown. No. Strike that. That’s an insult to to clowns. Sorry, clowns.

Trump is an idiot.

Sorry, idiots.

Dead Whole Foods

I’m not saying someone’s going to find that ant farm and restart the zombie ant apocalypse. But I’m saying no either.

Brother, Can You Spare a Brain?

 Nice use of the pause panel. It’s a timing thing. You need that little break to make the gag land. Perfected by Garry Trudeau in Doonesbury and forever copied by the rest of us. The after comment is very Donnesbury-esque as well.

The more you know…

The Crawling Dead

T added RJ’s line at the end. It’s fine. I guess. Grumble. Grumble.

Moving on.

Zombie Ants

How do we so smoothly transition from one ridiculous story line to another?

Practice. Practice. Practice.

Happy THANKSgiving!

I think it would be creepy to have Mads Mickelsen over for Thanksgiving. But maybe that’s just me.

Butterfly Ex Machina

I love the first panel. That’s exactly how I envisioned it.

I can’t believe after 18 years T has finally followed a stage direction!

Then again, a blind zombie finds some brains once in a while.

RJ + Logic = Scary

Quite an astute observation from RJ. Shows when he gets his brain out of the fridge (from behind the cocktail onions) and actually uses it, he gets impressive results. Of course, as soon as a little brain induced introspection about his multi-slacker ways starts, it’s right back in the fridge with the grey matter.

Brains: You can’t super snack with ’em… and you can’t parse silly riddles without ’em.

 

Boxers or Brains

TMI ALERT!

I like boxer-briefs.  As I age and everything moves south for the winter of my discontent (made glorious summer by sun of South Padre), I like the snugness that boxer-briefs provide.

They ‘re like man-spanx.