I Fear the '90s

There were several good things about the 1990s.  This wasn't one of them.  Granted, there are plenty of nauseatingly cheerful toy commercials these days as well, but the '90s commercials had their own special brand of awful.  Not depicted is the obnoxious-yet-prone-to-get-stuck-in-your-head ditties that generally accompanied said commercials. 
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...Never mind.  We've still got those.  


And my family wonders why I've never bothered to learn how to properly operate a television past off/on and volume. 

Business As Usual

The supers are back!  Well, one of them anyway.  Presenting Galestrom, possibly the most laid-back superhero to ever live.  The good thing is he can afford to.  The bad thing is... he can afford to. 
Heaven help you if you actually manage to make him mad. 

No S'more

Never agree to any bets that involve alcohol, fire, super glue, or glitter, either as terms for winning or punishment for losing. 

The Cake Vampire

And don't miss the sequel:  The Cupcake Vampire!

This is the reason why so many bakers coat their cakes in four-inch-thick layers of heavily food-colored frosting:  to provide extra protection against cake vampires.

At least, that's what I assume.  I certainly can't think of a better explanation. 

Three Years and Counting!

On August 5, 2011 I posted a cartoon of my mother bugging me to draw cartoons.  And thus was Dilettante Comics born.  What followed was three years of bright-colored pixels, sleep deprivation, horrifically bad puns, psychotic roommates, things even I don't understand, and hordes of vampires eating away at the woodwork.  Despite this, this blog has survived.
To commemorate this occasion, I have updated the banner that bedecks the top of this fair blog.  Hopefully everyone likes it (and if you don't, I've put too much work into it to justify switching it back).  For historic purposes, here is the original:

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Happy Birthday, Dilettante Comics! 

Buffalo Drill

Darwin Awards n:  an award commemorating those who bravely improve the gene pool by removing themselves from it.  To Sigfried's friend, we thank you. 

Behold, the average group of tourists at Yellowstone National Park.  Observe as they block traffic for several miles as they park their cars in sections too narrow to pass, skip back and forth across the road without bothering to check if another car is coming, and get ludicrously close to animals weighing about a ton, cheerfully ignoring the fact that these are the same animals responsible in the park's history for three times more attacks than bears.


If you've ever wondered why locals tend to grumble a lot at Californians, this is why.