The Everyday #20 and Hourly Comic Day 2007
To kick off the fifth week of updates every weekday here is a double length strip I did back in March. I think it speaks for itself.
And as if that wasn’t enough for you, a month before I drew this I took part in Hourly Comics Day where, yep, you had to draw a comic for every hour you were awake on the 1st February. Here’s one of my favourites from the day:
The rest of the day’s strips can be seen at the Hourly Comic Day forum. This was back when I worked at a comic shop and with the 1st being a Thursday, it was our busiest day of the week when all the new comics come in. It was a struggle and I missed an hour or two but I did my best and it got me thinking about how I decide what to draw strips about.
I hope you liked this bumper sized post and (if you’re in the UK) are enjoying your Bank Holiday.
Take care.
May 28th, 2007 at 7:58 am
Goddam you bank holiday whores!!!
i had to actually work today… the horror!
ANyways nice postage buddy boy, I think if I had tried to construe the same feelings in a comic i think i would have written PAIN on a black page in tippex and then sat in a darkly lit room for 27 days until i completely grown a new set of skin so i could begin to approach feeling clean again…
i never was too creative…
July 4th, 2007 at 7:13 pm
can little magic adam come live with me for a while. i miss living with real adam but i guess he’s busy. nice work boyo. love it.
February 18th, 2009 at 5:26 pm
[...] infinite very well. Panel 2 marks my second reference to Mister Jeffrey Brown, the first being in The Everyday #20. It also mentions my friend Kev’s (and James’) club night in Manchester. If you like [...]
June 17th, 2009 at 3:00 am
Ug, another “I’ve been a friend to her, she OWES me!” Maybe he should stop being one of those creepy guys who only pretends to be a girl’s friend in order to get into a relationship with her. Girls can usually see through that, and while they’ll be friends with him out of pity, they wouldn’t touch him romantically with a 10-foot pole. It’s not her, it’s you.