Y tu mama tambien

Bobbo and Meany confront their mommy issues in today's strip, which frosts the cake on the arrival of their new rivals, Murphy and Bartholomew.

If I told you some of the reasons why we sometimes have a hard time getting posts up on time, it would sound like excuses from 6-year-olds. Single-word explanations for why PJ and I can't always connect or finalize things on time like: "Kittens," "rain," "homework" or "nap."

Next time we have trouble finishing a strip on time, I've got our excuse already planned out: "Recess."

He reemerges

Wow. It's been sixteen days since my last post.

As Omar said before, we've been doing some site changes. That's pretty much where I've been this whole time. That, and making sure the comic goes up on time.

Most important of those changes is the new Story page. The idea behind this page is that now you can tell your friends about Space Monkeys! without having to force them initially to go back and read all the archives to understand why the fuck we have a boat of gravy kicking ass or a sloth for a main character. We're all about being courteous.

Momma jokes: not just for humans anymore

Murphy and Bartholomew continue their swatch of esteem destruction in today's strip, which proves that insterstellar travel and the conquering of vast civilizations are still no match for putting the snikt to someone's momma in high verbal fashion.

I see a vision of Murphy and Bartholomew returning, perhaps... on Monday? You should come find out of if these randy lads get their commeuppance, a phrase I've never understood. If you're stricken harshly, wouldn't it be getting your comedownance?

See you next week.

Murphy and Bartholomew

We've been toying with the idea of a band of arch rivals for our heroes Bobbo and Meany, and that wish arrives fulfilled today with the introduction of Murphy and Bartholomew, guys who for lack of a better phrase are interstellar assholes (and who are partially inspired by recent online events that PJ and I have witnessed).

We'll definitely be seeing them again. Like as early as Wednesday, I'd say.

You may notice a few changes around here. The front page has been slightly tweaked to incorporate some new navigation. We now have a page called The Story So Far... which rounds up the myriad storylines and characters up to this point. There's also a new FAQ page with, not-surprisingly, answers to frequently-asked questions.

Sneaky Meany

As today's comic hopefully demonstrates, we like to mix things up a bit here on Space Monkeys!

One week, we're unpacking and repurposing The Funny for your delight, but on some days, PJ and I pool our pennies together and order a batch of action from the Comics Ingredients Emporium. This was an action day.

One of the fun things about working on this comic is that these characters have fully formed pasts that we've only begun to explore. What's up with Meany and that secret file? Why did he want it back so bad? What's with the pacifier?

We've been talking about some upcoming storylines and the results have been moistness and wetness about the extremities on our part -- we're that excited. Hope you'll come along for the cosmic ride.

He's no Michael Keaton. But then, neither is Michael Keaton anymore.

Today's comic is about the phenomenon of EVP, which is like, Electric Voice over eye-P (of the DEAD!) or some crap.

The theory behind this, as popularized by the recent movie White Noise, which you can still catch in theaters-- oh, wait, no, you just missed it -- is that the dead can communicate through common electronic devices, like, say, Blackberrys or cell phones or Instant Messenger, just like the rest of us. Only they get NO weekend minutes and the overages from the afterlife are a fucking bitch.

A conversation through, say, a toaster, might go something like this.

You: Uncle Rick! Talk to us!

Voice from the Toaster: I'm buuuurrrrning! BURRRRRRNING!

You: Are you in Hell?

Uncle Rick: No, that was the toast talking. I'm in purgatory. It smells like ammonia here.

Grilla Warfare

Today's comic references an older comic with similar themes.

I think that's all that I need to say.

Vote!

A Monkey's Wet Dream

A friend of mine was confused a bit by the last panel of yesterday's comic.

I assure you there is nothing dirty to be read into it.

Can't a monkey just have a recurring dream about online personal ads and squelching a sure-to-be lubricant-smooth process of mating and procreation, which pierces his mind back and forth; in and out, over and over again?

Man, I gotta get some cleaner friends.

Feed your Bloglines

I know some folks don't even know these newsposts exist. They are FOOLS!

Add us to your Bloglines or other RSS/Atom reader: Check it. Our XML address is:

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Got it?

Awesome.

It's nothing personal

The simians cosmonauts are back in today's comic, which skirts the edge of the inter-species dating issue, then backs away and blushes at the use of the word "Skirt" as a verb.

PJ came over last night into our (my wife+me) new, still-cluttered upstairs office, which is awesome except for all the boxes and Hefty^TM-brand trashbags full of books and software lying littered like wounded bodies full of fun. We're going to get some bookshelves built in there to accommodate our tomes, but in the meantime, it looks like a start-up dot-com office, circa 1999, with wires everywhere and two computer desks unadorned with the inevitable toys and stickers.

PJ brought his laptop, lasso'd up some wireless Internet and we finalized some ideas for an upcoming comic and compared some iTunes tunes. It was a cool way to work -- these comics are usually born out of IM conversations and the one we had last night would have been frustrating to try to formulate online. Now that I only live 20 minutes away, I'm hoping we'll be able to do a little more of this.

New Hotness

There's some extra stuff like I said there would be over at the Hot Stuff page.

Finally, some buddy icons! Also, I went and made some link buttons and banners with the rest of our characters.

Keep on with the votin'.

Disarmy of Darkness

What's there not to be excited about? The comic is up early and limbs are spontaneously falling off. Are we sure the holidays are over?

There's a bit of a zombie resurgence going on in today's comic. Just a bit. I'd like to take the liberty of naming the star of the strip; who, back in our comic's heyday, was responsible for the slightly impolite removal of our scientist character's hand and the partial eating of his skull. I'll call him "Bitey."

I should have some new things to release later this week. Don't forget to keep up the voting.

50!

I'm sorry to get your hopes up with that newspost title, but this isn't about rapper 50 Cent.

WE'VE JUST POSTED OUR 50th COMIC!!!

Can I get a "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"?

Crappy New Year!

We have a lot planned for the five of ought ('05 for those on the cheesy skeezy, as I think the kids say these days), not the least of which are the ideas contained in this vessel of pleasure we call "the Monday comic."

We have even more awesome ideas that didn't fit in the strip, including:

• A tiny green alien named "Monkzoo!" advises Bobbo, but disappears as soon as anyone else is around.
  
  
• The Scientist adopts an adorable but sassy kid played by one of the Lawrence kids. (I bet Joey has got like six kids by now.)
  
  
• Anything But Mini-Me's name is changed to "Scrappy."
  
  
• Three words: "Who Shot Meany?"
  
  
• A year-end cliffhanger: Everybody has sex with each other.

Stay tuned. This is going to be one craptacular year!