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Steady As She Goes [[ Tallahassee Econolodge is wearing red mittens and addresses Jeffrey, who is bound about the chest and ankles and hanging upside down from a rope ]] / Tallahassee Econolodge: Wake up, Jeffrey! It's time to go to MoCCA! / Jeffrey: What? / Jeffrey: Didn't I just go to MoCCA?! / [[ Tallahassee and Jeffrey are running towards us ]] / Tallahassee Econolodge: It might seem like it... as one draws nearer to death the brain begins to deteriorate and as a result can interpret time's passage as accelerating. / Jeffrey: crap! / [[ Jeffrey slides down a fire pole; Tallahassee is in the foreground ]] / Jeffrey: I need to take a shower! I take a shower everyday at ten o' clock! / Tallahassee Econolodge: Repetitive, mundane habits can also lead to the illusion of an ever-accelerating free-fall into the grave.
MoCCA 2007 [[Jeff and Mr. Jon Rosenberg are standing across from each other. Rosenberg is jittery, possibly from a (maybe) coffee cup in his hands. Jeff is holding a pink martini glass.]] / Jeff: You know what's wrong with America, Mr. Jon Rosenberg? / Mr. Jon Rosenberg: That the ruling elite is so detached from reality that it thinks computers run on magic? / [[Jeff is laying down on his belly]] / Jeff: No. Yes. But my point is what's wrong with America is there isn't an anti-consumerism, bisexual punk band called "Bi-American." / [[in a bar, two punk rockers rock]] / Punk rocker 1/Jeff: YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS YOU KNOW WHAT SUCKS OLD PEOPLE THINK TECHNOLOGY RUNS ON MAGIC / Punk rocker 2/Rosenberg: WHAT WHAT SHIT / {{under-comic text: Bi-American is neither bisexual nor American. Discuss.}}
Jeffrey Vs The Pirhana People [[ Jeffrey is sitting with Joanna lying in his lap while the glowing, floating head of The Englishman hovers nearby. ]] / The Englishman: Freedom is in jeopardy, Jeffrey! You have to run for President! / Jeffrey: Man, ain't nobody gonna vote on me. I can't even afford to get my dang old hair cut. / [[ The glowing, floating head of The Englishman continues to speak, alongside a glowing, floating image of pirhana wearing a suit and red tie, captioned "FRED PIRHANA (R FLORIDA)" ]] / The Englishman: But look at your competition! / Fred Pirhana (R Florida): Under my command all acts of coitus will result in childbirth. Our Lord God demands His America be slathered in layer upon layer of non-Mexican human beings. / [[ A pirhana wearing a suite and blue tie and hair that sticks straight up stands in front of a painted backdrop depicting the World Trade Center tours and a launching Space Shuttle. ]] / Caption: MILFORD "JAMES" PIRHANA (R NEW YORK) / Milford "James" Pirhana (R New York): AS YOUR SUPREME COMMANDER I WILL PERSONALLY EAT AL WHO OPPOSE AMERICAN POLICY. THE UNDULATING SEAS OF HEROIC AMERICAN FLESH SHALL ENVELOP THE PLANET.
YHWH's Orders [[Jeffrey Rowland and YHWH are seated at what appears to be an upscale sports bar. Fitting environs for the master of creation.]] / Jeffrey Rowland: This is all your fault! / YHWH: Whu-- what did I do? / Jeffrey Rowland: Commander Guy said you told him to invade Iraq! / YHWH: Why I oughta... / [[YHWH stands back to camera in the interior of the oval office as Karl Rove and George W. Bush look on]] / YHWH: What the crap, man? / [[Captioned "soon", YHWH is shown walking towards a nondescript prison building wearing shackles, handcuffs, and an orange jumpsuit, as is the fashion with the modern, cosmopolitan terrorist]]
11 Hours Jeffrey: Weedmaster P can you sit in a hot room for 11 hours and wait for Verizon to fix the internet? I have to go to yacht lessons. / Weedmaster P: SURE MAN WHATEVER YOU NEED / Jeffrey: R--really? / Weedmaster P: YEAH I MEAN I GOT LIKE TEN THOUSAND DAYS ON THIS OLD EARTH, I CAN SPEND ONE WAITIN' FOR A TECHNICAL PERSON / Narrator: ELEVEN HOURS LATER / Technical person: Ha! It turns out we had accidentally turned off your service! Sorry 'bout that! / Weedmaster P: THAT'S OK I'LL JUST WALK YOU OUT / Narrator: AND LATER...
 
Conditioning [[Brivk-lines basement setting, Weedmaster P is looking down while Jeffery (wearing Ouija T-shirt) jumps through the air holding two guns like in Bad Boys 2 or Hott Fuzz]] / Jeffrey: Hey, Weedmaster P! What do you call it when somebody makes mistakes over and over so other people get used to them screwin' up all the time? / Weedmaster P: I DON'T CARE / [[Close up on Jeffery, bold "err"]] / Jeffrey: Err conditioning! / [[Jeffery waits for a response to his clever pun. We can now see that Weedmaster P's shirt says "WHAT". No dialogue.]] / [[Close up on Weedmaster P]] / Weedmaster P: IN DEMOCRATIC IRAQ CHURCH SEPARATES YOU
Special Interests [[Weedmaster P and Jeffrey (as Kerry Edwards) are strategizin']] / Weedmaster P: OK YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO GET PEOPLE TO VOTE ON YOU ABOUT ETHICAL THINGS ON ACCOUNT OF YOU BEIN' A DEGENERATE THAT IS PROBABLY DRUNK AT THIS MOMENT / Jeffrey (as Kerry Edwards): It ain't illegal to have a buzz on! / Weedmaster P: WE GOTTA FOCUS ON SPECIAL INTERESTS. / [[Cut to Jeffrey (as Kerry Edwards) making a speech]] / Jeffrey (as Kerry Edwards): Un... Under my plan there will be a universal age of consent of 14... Any tangible object can be considered a pet, especially guns and illegal aliens... / Jeffrey (as Kerry Edwards): {{pointing for emphasis}} And four simple words - legalized homicide for millionaires.
Liberty Tacos Tallahassee Econolodge: Happy Freedom Day, bitches! The Bald Eagle is no longer on the endangered species list! / Weedmaster P: BALD EAGLES AIN'T IN DANGER NO MORE DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS JEFFREY / Jeffrey Rowland: My recipe for "Freedom Tacos" is no longer a felony! / Caption: That evening... / Jeffrey Rowland: Woo! I got a beak! Ha! Pass the troop sauce, freedom-hater! / Tallahassee Econolodge: Oh no! They're endangered again! / Weedmaster P: NOM NOM NOM / Weedmaster P: NOM NOM NOM
Sparkle Revisited (title of comic: "Sparkle Revisited") / Topato: Jeffrey, the progress you are making on "The Case of Mars" is incredibly disappointing at best. / Jeffrey: I'm sorry, Topato. I can't sparkle worth a flip lately because I got mad anxieties. / Topato: But your culture is awash in chemicals that are designed to remedy you of anxiety and impending doom awareness! / Jeffrey: That ain't real sparklin', tho. Real true sparklin' is when you're diggin' it and you're in the zone! / Topato: If you do not maximize your productivity in terms of quality and quantity you will lose all which you have worked for and bring shame to those you love. / Jeffrey: That's close enough I guess. / (sub-text: inspiration is in the same part of the brain as thinspiration)
Telephono [[ Jeffrey and Weedmaster P are wearing long sleeved shirts. Jeffrey's says "Sony" while Weedmaster P's says "sam sung" ]] / Jeffrey: Hey, let's go stand in line to buy a fucking telephone. / Weedmaster P: OH HELL YEAH THE ONLY THING I LIKE MORE THAN TALKING ON THE GOD-DAMN TELEPHONE IS STANDING IN LINE / [[ Jeffrey's shirt now says "NOKIA" ]] / Weedmaster P: UH I CAN'T FIND MY WALLET AND ALSO WHAT / Jeffrey: Hurry up! If I buy a fucking telephone first I can make a doily for it and get my picture on "Boing Boing." / [[ Jeffrey's shirt now displays the Verizon logo while Weedmaster P's has the Cingular logo. Jeffrey appears to need to use a toilet. ]] / Narrator: IN LINE AT THE STORE / Jeffrey: Oh man! How long before it's socially acceptible to shit my pants in public again? / Weedmaster P: SIX MONTHS
 
Global Poetry [[ Jeffrey and The Poopmonster are standing in a lot outside a brick building. ]] / Jeffrey: Hooray, they fixed global warming with the power of musics! / The Poopmonster: Global what-ing? / Jeffrey: Global Warming! It's where all the pollution is causin' the global temperature to raise just enough to kill off all the humans and then go back to normal. / The Poopmonster: I don't get how this "global warming" is supposed to be a problem.
First Squirts [[ Little Jeffrey Rowland, naked and sitting on a toilet with a large STAR WARS book in his lap, looks pensive. ]] / Caption: MY FIRST DIARRHEA / BY JEFFREY ROWLAND / [[ Little Jeffrey looks to his right ]] / [[ Little Jeffrey holds his arms out ]] / << SPLIIIIISH >> / << SPLIIIIISH >> / Little Jeffrey: Mom, I'm peein' out of my butt!
In The Zone or Everywhere a Sign Tallahassee: It's so nice out today! Let's skip over to that pasture and frolic in it! / Jeff: I'm gonna frolic 'til I *puke!* / Jeff: Aw man it's a "no frolicking" zone! / Weedmaster P: IT'S LIKE THAT SONG WHERE THAT ROWDY LITTLE HIPPY RUNS AROUND HOLLERING AT EVERYBODY BECAUSE OF THEIR SIGNS EXCEPT THIS IS ALL FRUITY / Jeff: Well then I'll just take a picture of the pasture... / DHS Agent: Sir, I'll need to confiscate that camera. / Jeff: What if I just memorize it with my photographic memory? / DHS Agent: I'm gonna *strongly* advise against that.
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OVERCOMPENSATING: The Journal Comic With a Seething Disdain for Reality. [[Altered page from a catalog]] / B. Recycled Glass W.A.S.P. Catcher / Relax in your yard without queers -- or exposure to science -- with our beehive-style trap. Based on a design used since the Middle Ages, the "beehive" catcher traps terror inside with the lure of eternal glory. Hangs from included ideology. 100% recycled freedom. Green, aqua or orange. 8 1/2 H" x 5 1/2" diameter. 3 lbs. Imported. $12
 
Rejected Postcard Artwork [[Sketches]]
Junque [[ Short-haired, younger Jeffrey is smiling and looking at an envelope; a blond woman in the background is smiling, too. ]] / Narrator: JUNK MAIL THROUGHOUT THE AGES... / Caption: 1997 / Jeffrey: The Publisher's Clearinghouse Sweepstakes? I don't know about you but I could sure use ten million dollars right about now. / Blond woman: No kidding! / [[ Older, longer-haired Jeffrey is at his computer. Baby holds her hands to her head and has a pained expression on her face. ]] / Caption: 2007 / Jeffrey: Turbo-Penis XXL?! I don't know about you, but I could sure use a six-hour, jackhammer-like erection and up to a pint of ejaculate right about now. / Baby: AAAH!!
Help is a Four-Letter Word [[ Jeffrey appears to be wearing a thong, peering out from behind a wall tagged with Spanish graffiti. Doctor Vampire (holding a box labeled "Spit") and Wizard-man are nearby. ]] / Jeffrey: Doctor Vampire and Wizard-Man! Wh-wh-what do you guys want? / Doctor Vampire: We vant to help you pack stuff for Comic-Con! / Wizard-Man: I want to play a guessing game. / Caption: SATURDAY / Wizard-Man: Can you guess how many testicles I have? The number may surprise you. / Jeffrey: Fifeten. Eight. It's a trick question, isn't it? Two? Six? Are they natural? Four. Are you counting "zero" as a number? / Jeffrey: I'll be right out in forty-five minutes.
Harry-Kiri [[ Tallahassee Econolodge angrily addresses a tanned, blonde man on the street, who wears a ring in his left nostril and a black shirt with the slogan "THE END OF THE HARRY POTTER BOOK IS ON THE BACK OF THIS SHIRT. Jeffrey looks on. ]] / Tallahassee Econolodge: Hey, dickass! Isn't it bad enough everybody's too dumb to read these days? Why you gotta make it worse?! / Blonde man: It's a free country, man. Freedom of speech or expression or somethin'. / Jeffrey: << SNORT >> / [[ Jeffrey doubles over in laughter. ]] / Jeffrey: PSSH HA HA HA!! / Tallahassee Econolodge: Jeffrey I'm trying to be all serious. / Jeffrey: He thinks he's free!!
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey Prequel Jeffrey: I've decided that Tallahassee will be going with me to Comic-Con this year and you two will stay here and make sure TopatoCo doesn't die. / Weedmaster P: WHAT / Weedmaster P: MAN THAT AIN'T NO GOD-DAMN FAIR / Baby: Yeah! Me an' Weedmaster P been at this company four years an' we ehn't never got to go to San Diego! / Jeffrey: I'm so sorry. / Jeffrey: Look on the bright side! The reason I don't want you to go is because I'm afraid you'll make fools of yourselves! This way you can't do that! / Weedmaster P: GOD IS GOING TO KILL YOU
 
Pretty Nice Haircut Baby: What're we doin' for ya today, Jeremy? / Jeffrey: Just try to make me look like my job doesn't involve me selling things that come in "lids."
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey 1 [[ Weedmaster P and Baby are in the office. Weedmaster P's shirt displays the slogan "TAKE DOPE" ]] / Weedmaster P: YOU KNOW WHAT SCREW JEFFREY ROWLAND RIGHT IN HIS FACE BABY WE'RE GOIN TO SAN DIEGO ANYWAY / Baby: That's daft! / Weedmaster P: I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS BUT I'M GONNA HACK INTO JEFFREY'S COMPUTER AND FIND OUT WHAT PLANE HE'S FLYIN' ON / [[ Weedmaster P is seated before a computer monitor, now dressed in his hacking uniform: red framed goggles, spiked dog collar, black vest with torn off sleeves, and a mesh shirt. Baby enters holding a small slip of paper. ]] / Weedmaster P: I'M IN BUT THE ENCRYPTION IS TOO INTENSE I'M GOING TO TRY A BACKDOOR NETWORK GATEWAY / Weedmaster P: GOD DAMN THIS HACKING IS EXTREME / Baby: Weedy, I found a note by the toilet that says "Jet Blue Tues 5:30." / Weedmaster P: CRASH AND BURN
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey 1 [[ Weedmaster P and Baby are hiding behind bushes. Weedmaster P is looking out through binoculars. ]] / Weedmaster P: THERE I JUST SEEN JEFFREY GET ON THAT PLANE LET'S GO BABY LET'S ROLL / Baby: But won't ol' Jeffrey get suspicious if he sees us on the same plane as him? / [[ Weedmaster P and Baby are both dressed in black and running across the tarmac at the airport. ]] / Weedmaster P: WE AIN'T GONNA GO IN THE MAIN PART WE'RE GONNA STOW AWAY IN THE WHEEL HOLES / Baby: Don'tcha read th' news, Weedy? At least once a week they find a little Asian man froze to death in a wheel hole! / [[ Weedmaster P is holding red-handled clippers; the airport tower is in the background. ]] / Weedmaster P: WELL IF WE FIND ONE WE'LL JUST MOVE HIM OUT OF THE WAY / Weedmaster P: BUT FIRST LET'S CHECK HIS POCKETS FOR POCKY / [[ Weedmaster P and Baby are now in the wheel hole of the airplane. ]] / Baby: Oh noes I fergot I got a thing of hair gel in my backpack! / Weedmaster P: SO / [[ A view of the plane departing into the sunset. ]] / Baby: What if it explodes?!
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey 3 Weedmaster P: Man that was like bein locked in a deep freeze that got drug acrosst ant-artica by a monster truck. / Baby: Sooo....cooolld...soo...sleepy... / Weedmaster P: We can hole up in that old sewer pipe but we gotta get up early to steal a booth from somebody. / Baby: Why do we need a booth? We ehn't got nothin' t'sell! / Weedmaster P: Comic-con people'll pay a hundred dollars for this old hobo blanket if we tell'em Batman wiped his ass with it. / Baby: Is it all right if I believe it was Batman that did it? / Weedmaster P: I am.
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey 4 [[Baby and Weedmaster P. are on a street in San Diego]] / Weedmaster P: The San Diego Convention Center... Look at that big old bastard. / Baby: This is where nerds go to die. / [[They run into Gabe and Tycho from Penny Arcade]] / Weedmaster P.: Now everybody at the comic-con wears disguises of things that are from the internet, so alls w3e gotta do is... / Weedmaster P: Well I'll be a son of a bitch. / [[Weedmaster P. is now choking Tycho, whilst Baby is wearing Gabe's somewhat bloody hair]] / Weedmaster P: This is what that / Jack Thompson prick was warning everybody about. / Tycho: O have mercy, cruel, poetic irony! / Baby: Look at me! I turned an idle distraction in to a career! / {{title text: WEEDMASTER P DIDN'T LEARN ABOUT VIOLENCE UNTIL HE SAW IN IN DONKEY KONG JUNIOR}}
 
Baby and Weedy's Bogus Journey 5 Baby: Wow! This is what comic-con is like? / Weedmaster P: It's like an imperial star destroyer crash landed in a klingon refugee camp in Japan. / Baby: I want t' believe all these people're wearin' costumes but deep down I know some of 'em ehn't. / Weedmaster P: We can go I just need to take a picture. / Baby: After alla that we're just gonna leave? / Weedmaster P: The journey is more important than the destination but the only thing more important than that is not remembering that you wanted to go in the first place.
SDCC 2007: A Retrospective [[San Diego day one]] / [[...day two]] / [[...day three]] / [[...day four]] / [[Man's shirt says "Michael Bay raped my childhood"]] / Jeffrey: Man if your childhood got raped my a danged movie you musta had one spoiled-ass, delicate childhood. / [[Jeffrey's shirt says "I have no memory of my childhood"]] / The Englishman: Too right. / [[The Englishman's shirt says "An actual rapist raped my childhood"]] / Mr. Jon Rosenberg: Amen. / [[Mr. Jon Rosenberg's shirt says "My childhood had consensual sex with Michael Bay"]]
Guest Comic by Stan Brawn Sorry. Guest comics are always lame.
What Do You Do Jeffrey: Pop quiz, Sherlock ...a horde of space aliens land and say they're gonna blow up Earth in five hours. What do you do? / Weedmaster P: Eat a pound of shrooms and run around naked in a church. / Jeffrey: Tallahassee, what would you do if space dicks were about to curb-stomp the world? / Tallahassee: Instantly regret how much I cared about recycling. Then get wasted and dance butt naked in a church. / Jeffrey: Man, you know what I'd do, Joanna? I'd put on a wig, some fake sunglasses and a rubber nose and grab a handful of Blackhawks, a handle of Tanqueray and a video camera and head straight to church. / Joanna: Amen.
Dead Bodies Everywhere [[Jeffery enters into what appears to be some sort of city street or alleyway from screen right, wearing a gray cat-ears hat and carrying Joanna. He is confronted by a man with white hair, dark sunglasses, a large brown private eye-esque hat with a message that says "Press" in the brim, and a gray trench coat. His right hand is in his jacket above his waist.]] / Pressman: Psst! Hey, kid! You wanna see some dead bodies? / JR: Do I... did you actually just ask me if I want to see some dead bodies? / Pressman: Yup. / [[Pressman approaches Jeffery holding what appears to be a flat panel monitor, or perhaps a large square palm pilot. Joanna is no longer present as Jeffery leans in for a closer look.]] / Pressman: I got primo stuff, kid. Bodies gettin' pulled outta the water, little kids, hangin's... hell, some of 'em ain't even had their next of kin notified yet! / JR: Is this like "faces of Death?" / Pressman: Kind of! / [[Pressman is chasing after Jeffery, monitor now perpendicular to the face of the comic in his left hand. Jeffery is no longer wearing his cat-ears hat, and has a distressed look in his eyes as he pumps his arms in sprinting as he flees.]] / Pressman: Don't run, it's free! In today's oversaturated, 24-hour news market, our utter lack of respect for the dead is all we've got! / JR: RAPE! / Pressman: No-one responds to that anymore. / JR: Horse rape!! / Bottom-of-panel caption: "Horse rape" is like the red color on the terror-meter except it actually means something / Hover caption: Dead bodies make me really uncomfortable
 

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