It feels like I haven't done a comic in ages. In reality, it's been three months, which, I'm sure, is an age to certain insects and other household pests. But for me, it's pretty normal.

Not for lack of trying. I've been drawing up sketches and writing back-story for a science fiction tale of 60-or-so pages, for submission to Zuda (something I've already talked about here) but that project seems to perpetually be on a fast track to Nowheresville. It's ambitious, and involved, and all those other adjectives that lay well outside of my modus operandi. So, instead, you get this.

The other day I was telling my friend Jesse that I find it highly amusing the kind of utterly stupid things that inspire me to the point of actually producing a comic page. In this case, it is the utterly retarded idea that 'Alpine' comes from the surname 'al Pine', which belonged, supposedly, to a legendary Arab lumberjack. The idea, to me, is funny on a couple levels, but really, it's an incredibly lame joke. So lame that I felt the uncontrollable desire to put about 40 hours of my life into the production of a two-page comic spring-boarded by it.

Awesome.