The road to recovery

When you get blow'd up good, it's not likely you're going to come back anytime soon doing laps around the track, even if you did somehow cheat death and then find transport off a hostile planet and safe harbor in what looks like an Earthen hospital.

But, you know, that Moon Weasel is nothing if not wily and tenacious, as today's comic proves.

We're deep into our Summer Comics Series, deep like the meat juices at the bottom of a large pita (tofu dribbles if you're vegan). As PJ has alluded to in the past, we're talking about some site changes to make actiongravy.com a little easier for us to update, which will lead to a steady stream of four- (or three-) panel funnies in good times and in bad.

We welcome your comments and suggestions -- do you want only regularly updated comics or are you seeking mechandise, crossovers and other Web extranea? I know there's like three of you reading regularly; tell us what you think, you three.

The hand that rocks the comic

When last we left the planet of, uh, hot dog people, it seemed it was certainly the end for one overstuffed Moon Weasel.

But... what's this? Today? Cartoonish re-animation?

Why this? Why now?

Let's just say that filling the role of voracious interplanetary frankfurter eater ain't easy.

More comics to come, very, very soon.

The agony of the treat

We're back to updating semi-regularly, with a plan in hand and comics like today's foray into snack-based wargames in our back pocket.

PJ's desktop is up and running, and he reports that it's a much more comfortable feeling putting the comics together on his old digital stomping grounds than on a laptop. He's temperamental that way -- but whatever speeds up the production of juicy comics upon the tree of creativity is a fertilizer I'm more than willing to purchase and spread.

Like bench pressing, this comic was

The creation of this comic went a little bit like this:

DAY 1

Omar: OK, here's the comic. I don't think it's that funny, but whatever. We'll fix it later. It'll be easy to draw, at least. We gotta get this shit moving.
PJ: Cool.

DAY 3

Omar: How's that comic?
PJ: Desktop's not working. It's taking a while. This one's hard to draw.

DAY 8

Omar: Comic?
PJ: FUCK!

DAY 12

Omar: Saw Star Wars finally.
PJ: What'd you think?
Omar: "Nooooooooo!"

DAY 15

Omar: So, we should get together the next two weeks of comics. Hey, whatever happened to that weightlifting one?
PJ: This is way harder to draw than I thought.

DAY WE LOST COUNT

Omar: ... and then I almost bought a PSP.
PJ: Comic's done! I'm free! I'm free at last!
Omar: Comic? We have a comic?

So here it is, finally. Expect more... uh, next week. I think.

Look What the Monkey Dragged In

Thanks to what I can only describe as drawer's block and a case of epic diarrhea (well I didn't really have epic diarrhea, I just wanted to make a Scrubs reference) I've allowed the worst to happen. We've disappeared from here without a trace. Seriously though, there's a number of reasons for our invisiblity I'm sure you guys don't want to hear so let's just put all that behind us and move on with the monkeys. K? We cool? Cool.

Our goal is to just shut up and do comics. Right now there's nothing we want more. So you can expect a spike in your monkey fix in the coming weeks starting tomorrow. The only thing that might get in the way down the road is we would like to make some changes to the way the site runs to make it more efficient, but that's all good stuff. So it's all good from here on out.

I've even got some wallpapers coming. You guys remember Murphy and Bartholomew, right?