Archive for November, 2008


Fantastic, sir. We all love breasts, so it’s good to see them honoured like this.




It’s been three months, how hard is it to fix a tiny problem?



…And that’s why you don’t approach people in cars.



A crossover? Worlds collide! It’s as major an event as the first DC/ Marvel mix-up. Yep.

You’re getting it early. I’m away tomorrow. Have a good weekend, folks.



So you wave goodbye to your family and put on a different shirt (or dress) and head back for an evening of drunken debauchery.

Everybody drinks hard – it’s the last time you can blame your indescretions on being a student. You see the familar faces again and stand around chatting with alcholic beverages in your hand.

At this time, I have no idea what happens next. I was abducted by a nurse and held cock-hostage on the dancefloor.

There is an epilogue to this story, however. And as soon as I can find a funny way to tell the story, I’ll draw it.

Normal service resumes next week. Badger Jack for a Jack Day.



So you book a hotel and travel back to you University town the day before. Your parents come and see you and you hang out in the evening, before going to bed.

The next day, you get up and get dressed all posh before you can even string together a coherent sentence and you and your similarly-dressed family all head off to the venue for the big day.

Once there, you bump into everyone you knew and chat to the people you like, while skillfully dodging the people you don’t want to talk to for whatever reason. You pick up your gown and feel like a retard wearing it for roughly three seconds, because everybody else is dressed the same and it’s all cool. The trick is keeping you head straight so the motar stays on.

Next your family take some many pictures they could redecorate the house with images of your face and you wander around, trying to find people you know again.

Everybody’s proud. There’s a strange sense of accomplishment in the air, it’s hard to pin down, but the pride of all the parents sort of mingles above the throngs of people like a mushroom cloud of happiness and disbelief.

Finally the doors to the hall open and all the graduates separate from their families and head inside, struggling to find a seat and exchanging jokes with former lecturers (apparently Jack and I are known as “The Terrible Twosome” and I have no idea why…)

A huge group of people march in to music as if they’re attending a funeral and the mood changes to something weirdly solemn. The head of all the heads of the Uni gives a speech she hasn’t written that veers all over the place and references Obama several times. Then the honarary graduates collect their awards. Basically, they are people who didn’t go to the Uni, hell some of them didn’t go full stop, but they are fairly famous people (ITN’s main reporter Mark Austin and The Police’s Andy Summers.)

With that out the way, the procession begins. At this point, hope to all hell that you are a long way down on the list, or you will find yourself having a very dull day.

People walk on stage when their names are called, wave to cheering, clapping families if they aren’t afraid of looking at crowds and move across the stage. They bow to the Pro-Chancellor (the Head of Heads mentioned earlier) as they pass, shake Vice-Chancellor Paul Curran’s hand and walk off the stage, collecting their certificate as they leave.

And that’s kind of it. The whole thing lasts about an hour and a half and, as said earlier, it would suck if you go first.

Once it’s done, you leave the hall and meet up with your parents, who are somehow even prouder than before. Then you hand the gown back and go off for a meal with them.

Later on, you return for the Grad Ball, but that’s a story for another day. Thursday, to be precise.


1. Napoleacha


2. Nazi Viscacha


3. Kent State Viscacha


4. 9/11 Viscacha


5. Panty Viscacha





Oh thank fuck for that, it’s finally working.

This one was so easy to make I cried in joy – and here‘s the video in question.

Right, so I’m officially out of comic reserves. I’m going to crack on before I go to work and attempt to get one ready for next week. Where has all my time gone?

This Sunday, check out Jack Day. He’s got a very special one lined up and he promises that it will make up for the missed one last week. In fact, it’ll do more than make up for it. You’ll owe him for it.

EDIT: We broke 4,000! Good work guys!



Rule Number One: Customers are idiots, no exception.

The graduation stuff is coming – likely next week. This Thursday, check out something very different, an experimental GUMO!


Ahoy! I’m all graduated! More on that another day – today I’m celebrating reaching 50 comics.

It seems like years and years ago I thought to myself, “To hell with it, I’ll just post them on a blog or something and see what happens.” A lot’s changed since then. For one, I know a little bit about Photoshop (how to make speech bubbles mostly) and I draw comics differently.

The first attempts at GUMO were horrendously misjudged. I drew about six comics and then decided to scrap all but one. It was awful. It wasn’t funny. It was a gaming comic (shudder.)

The comic that survived was Number Two – and, while we’re at it, those two aren’t coming back. They’re dead. They were in a car accident on their way to the studio to make the next comic. Sad, I know. They will be fondly missed.

So, with that in mind I decided that I should do something special for turning 50. I couldn’t be arsed to draw anything special, so I turned my attentions to the folder of comics on my desktop, and that’s when it occured to me: I have a bunch of comics that I’ve never put up!

Yes, friends, these are ten comics that, for one reason or another, I ended up not using. So rejoice! Today you get to see ten comics that weren’t good enough to make the cut! Is that a good thing? I don’t really know…

All I’ve done to these is add the missing dialogue. They are exactly as they were when I found them.

The first nine comics were victims of the Great Photoshop Crash of ’08. This first comic was one that I wasn’t too sure about and it sat unused until I wasn’t able to do anything with it.

Yes, that’s totally an Apollo Justice pose in panel 3.

This next one was going to be Number Twenty Five orginally, but it was lost in the Crash. The use of colour was my way of celebrating reaching half a half century. I was still going to use it, but by the time I had everything running again, British summer was over and the joke wouldn’t have been relevant.

I almost finished this one. Bloody Crash!

This next one was more of a study in drawing different facial expressions. I didn’t think it was that good, though.

While we’re on the subject, this is what I actually look like when playing Guitar Hero:

Serious face!

Next up, a comic that I really wanted to post up, but was destroyed in the Crash. It’s title was, “Jack Vs Call of Duty 4”.

Jack actually did this when we went to the PS3 showroom and had no idea he was saying it. Crazy.

Now it’s time for my tribute to Mario Kart Wii.

Looking back, it sure as hell isn’t the best Mario Kart. That position still belongs to the DS version.

Next, I tried my hand at telling a story without having people talk.

It would have looked good inked, I reckon. Just couldn’t be bothered – it was so out of date when everything was working that I decided to start again, instead of remaking old stuff.

The next one was almost finished. Sadly, the Crash happened just as I was going to put the dialogue in and it has sat around ever since, unfinished.

I really like the towel in panel one.

Bizarrely, I also have the pencils for this all scanned in:

I have no idea why I did this. You’d have thought I’d have learned my lesson after the last time I tried to work with pencils.

Now, the last victim of the Crash:

I still like it, even it is a bit dialogue-y. Jack’s expression in panel five cracks me up.

Now, one that was scrapped for completely different reasons – I didn’t find it funny!

A joke about sexual tension? Why did it seem funny in my head?

Anyway, random sidenote: I draw comics in bulk (between two and seven comics – it saves time scanning in the long run) and this was the first of such a group. The others were Number Forty Six through to Number Fifty One. As I was pencilling panel two, the pencil slipped slightly, giving Sam an entirely different chin. I liked it so much I made it her full-time chin and spent a while making the shapes of heads look different. For instance, Alex has a club chin, Jack has a sharp chin, Sam has a curved chin and Adam has a rounded chin.

Today’s final comic is a very strange beast. I made the entire thing, finished it, had it ready to post, everything. It was very nearly Number Twenty. But then I looked at it again. I decided that I didn’t really like it, that it wasn’t good enough to go up. It’s the most effort I’ve put into a comic, only to end up canning it. Oh well. It’s titled “Fun Things To Do At Parties”.

And that brings this celebration to a close. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading GUMO as much as I’ve enjoyed making it. Stick around for the next fifty – things are going to get all kinds of shaken up, trust me.