I really enjoyed drawing Nogg putting his pants on. Perhaps too much.
Oh, and in the end, I called the previous “book” “the Heltch Egg”
I really enjoyed drawing Nogg putting his pants on. Perhaps too much.
Oh, and in the end, I called the previous “book” “the Heltch Egg”
And I got a chuckle out how you drew Nogg pulling on his pants! I guess it shows that he doesn’t put on his pants “one leg at a time” like everyone else does. But then, Nogg *is* an alien so who knows? Wonder how Krep manages even with his tentacles.
Aw. <> At least Mr. Zorilla feels a sense of pride in Mauricio although it doesn’t count toward redemption for any possible fatherly concern (regarding sending the occasional postcard). He certainly is quite the prize. His two kids must have gotten their moral compassion from their mothers, not him. Mauricio was better off not knowing him as he grew up.
I love the 8th panel
It’s really good, isn’t it? I don’t read a lot of webcomics, mosty ’cause there’s not that many with a decent story (or art). But for those I do read, none of the writers employ different perspectives as often or as consistently good as Chris does!
It helps that he’s been at this longer than almost anyone. He’s one of the Elders (or, if you prefer, Great Old Ones) of the community. Bruno started in 1996, and was among the earliest “true” webcomics (ones not originally existing as print or other media, and actually on the web rather than services like Usenet or Compuserve), alongside Kevin and Kell.
Nogg was very proud of his barbecued furryite parties, for example.
Odd to contemplate that your heretofore unknown progeny might be the death of you. I mean, Zorilla didn’t even stick around long enough to name him ‘Sue,’ which might have made this explicable. In the end, what price redemption? Of either of them?
@Peter Rogan; You don’t watch “Game of Thrones”, do you? Are you familiar with the heraldic emblem “bar sinister”? (Of course, that only applies to bastards that you recognize as yours, so…)
I’m rather nauseated at the thought that George R.R. Martin’s medieval fantasy could become the standard for family conduct in the Twenty-First Century. I mean, didn’t the Nineteenth Century teach you people ANYTHING? And the Seventeenth Century–! — Jesus GOD!