Bacon Lover - Beer Enthusiast - Tech Connoisseur - Variety Commentator
This is the last of the Mosley & Gondek comics, which means I better get cracking on new ones. I have a few stories written already and I just need to create the art for them. I have a new style that I want to try for February.
I am also looking for other guest artists that would like to draw four strips for me. I think it would be neat to feature a different artist every month. I know its short notice but if you would like to draw Blue Monster Fire in March let me know via email.
When I lived with roommates we would always come up with contest. Like who could go the longest with out a haircut, or who could eat the most unknown meat out of a plain metal can. We never bet any money in these contest, all we won is pride knowing that we bested our roommate.
If you ever took part in a strange contest to win nothing, please share them via a comment. I want to be assured that my roommates and I were not out of our minds.
If you saw a 8 foot tall Blue Monster walking down the street in this getup what would you do? If I was wearing my bacon pants I would run the the other way. Everybody knows monsters can’t resist bacon.
When I was a kid I used to keep bacon under my bed (not really), so the monsters would eat that instead of my toes (when I was a kid I thought monsters ate toes).
When you are living with roommates you get a little close to each other. I treated my roommates like brothers. If someone hurt them or made them feel bad, that person was now my shit list. Sometimes that idea can get a little out of hand and you or your roommate overreact. So just remember, never pick on a person that lives with roommates, because you’re going to have a whole house full of people pick on your back.
I am sure this has happened to everyone. Not the peeing on the Macbook part, but the part were your roommate ruins something of yours. A good roommate will quickly replace the broken good, but a bad one will blame you for not locking in a safe if you didn’t want it broken.
I guess I can be thankful that none of the roommates that I have had ever peed on my stuff (or at least I hope they didn’t).
When living with roommates you have to make sure you know if they have any allergies before cooking them dinner. If you don’t, you will find yourself talking someone to the hospital. I never cooked for my roommates for this reason. Well that and the fact that I hated sharing my bacon.
Only a few more old comics to post, so your going see a few more in the next few days. I am trying to get all the old ones posted before the end of the year. That way I can start 2009 with new Blue Monster Fire comics. If you would like to be a guest artist (Matt that means you too) let me know, I have a few stories written that need drawn.
This comic reminds me of the time when my roommates and I thought it would be fun to toss things into the ceiling fan. We rented and hated our landlord at the time, so we didn’t care about ruining it. We started off with ping pong balls and ended with a phone book. If you want to know the phone book explode into a million pages.
I never knew till then, how much damage a ceiling fan could dish out. Oh and it did mess up the ceiling fan, so kids don’t try this at home.
This comic almost started a fight between the artist and I. He wanted Mr. Baconpants to be reading a Bible, but I am an Atheist. I thought it would be funnier if I was reading Ayn Rand.
Well, in the end it worked. People sent me emails saying how funny the comic was. A lot of them were wondering when Rand would make an appearance in it. This was my Ditko moment, if you want to know what that means go to talkObjectivism.com and listen to shows 71 and 72.
When you live with roommates you will find that they have this ability to get the stupidest songs stuck in your head. In fact even when you don’t live with them anymore they still have this power of you.
Last week during a weekly ex-roommate/roommate meet up, the song “Dayman” from Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia was being sung. For the days that followed the meeting, I found myself having random “Dayman” outburst.
Dayman, fighter of the Nightman…
When you live with roommates you often have to deal with their illnesses. I remember the time when I was sick and couldn’t get out of bed. My roommate Sean drove to the store to get me soup and Ginger Ale. It was at that time I knew if I ever had a podcast about bacon he would have to be my co-host.
