Monday, July 18, 2011

We interrupt this nonsense...

And now a word from the writer/"artist":
(Loosely based on actual events)

Had to split it into two parts so it would upload....


Don't worry guys, Beth is watching out for you. Though it's amazing she didn't catch it sooner, considering that Grosland (our other roommate) doesn't actually build rocket ships in our living room either... At any rate, if any of my stories ever seem a bit... exaggerated, that's because they almost always are. Cause I'm a writer. And writers are liars.
Also let it be known that if you feel the need to try to find logic in nonsense and call me out on it, I WILL make an example of you. This is the lesson you all must learn to avoid the fate of my BFF Beth.

... I'm sleeping on the couch again tonight, aren't I?

7 comments:

misssrobin said...

Of course she doesn't build rocket ships in the living room. That would be silly. And too easy for the enemy to spot. She builds them in the secret bunker underneath your apartment building. And, no, I am not going to tell you how to find it.

Shame on you, Erin.

Mrs. Darcy said...

Hahaha! I love this! :) Don't we all exaggerate just a teensy bit though?

NurseWinn said...

"writers are liars"???? Really??? Damn it! I stood vigil countless frigid nights leaving my window open all for an owl to swoop in carrying my acceptance letter to Hogwarts only to now find out it was a Hoax!! Cruse you, the Bard, Toliken and R R Martin! May the zombie apocalypse take you first and leave us honest people to kill and maim!

The Erin said...

Oh, believe me, Winn... I waited for my Hogwarts letter to no avail until I was thirteen and then cried bitter tears. Then somewhere along the way my bitterness turned into a desire to become the lie and crush the hopes and dreams of thousands.

Meg said...

In response to your Facebook plea: I love your comics. They make me laugh. And I love your particular style. And yes, I am aware that this is completely unhelpful and yet gratifying.

In response to this post in particular: you obviously need to just embellish your life in reality. Say you are standing next to your awesomely folded socks and you think to yourself, "I can't make a comic about this. It's boring!" But neither can you make piles of slaughtered dinosaurs appear. Instead, you declare sock war on your roommates and ambush them with your recently stocked ammunition of socks (they must be folded or they don't fly right). Just make sure your barricades of laundry baskets are discreetly in place first or you will either be without cover or arouse the suspicions of the unsuspecting.

That right there was some awesome prose. Just sayin'.

WV: ratersla. I think these are getting more and more nonsensical...

Octavian said...

baha! your comics are so hilarious! I love reading your blog.

Sarah Catherine said...

I keep reading this and keep laughing. First of all, you're such an excellent illustrationist (is that a real word?) and secondly, that panel where you zoom in on Beth's face is hilarious. Oh goodness.