Please, help. Two ladies is not better than one.

Flirting is fun. By that I mean by fun banter-y talk eases sexual tension because it's become a game. And I'm am all about freedom and the ladies. It just becomes a problem when I have a girlfriend but the girl I'm talking to doesn't know it. I'm just being friendly and cool. A rakish tease. Day's later I get this call and then I realize that I don't have the freedom that I wanted. Oh, I don't want to cheat on my girl. I like her. I'm with her for good reasons. But I recognize the inability to talk freely now and move about however I want. It's good. But taxing, sometimes.

Please, help. They threw the party for me yesterday.

Don't you hate it when people on invite you in time to clean up a party? That's kind of like where I live. It looks like someone just had an awesome party and I showed up just as the last person left.

Please, help. The cube is killer.

Okay, kiddies, let's gather around for a true story from your King. When I was new to this land, before King Elean died and ceded his throne to me, I met and fell in love with a foreign lass. She had long blonde hair, a hot accent, and a very bad attitude. But I was alone in the land and knew nothing of how disastrous bad attitudes can be. To shrink the story to appropriate blog length, that bad attitude turned into a Banshee's storm of shrieking and wailing when the time came up for her to break up with me. It was funny. I haven't experienced that before or since but she was angry that she was breaking up with me. Like she had no choice in the matter. And that went on for a couple of months. After one of the final yelling bouts, I took a Rubik's cube that she had given me and twisted around and around and around. Until I had no idea how I had mixed it up. It was an apt analogy for the way I felt. Then I vowed that I would not try to get another girl in my life until I figured out how to unknot that cube. So I went three years without any close interaction with women trying to solve that puzzle. And then one day I finally did. I realized that it was me that was knotted up. That I was letting someone else twist and turn me this way and that with their attitudes. But I didn't have to let them do that. I was the one who decided where my colors went and I was responsible for putting them there.

P.S. Leaded B rocks.

Please, help. Dusty doesn't agree.

The far right guy was originally going to where a shirt that read, "Everyone sucks" when he got up that morning but he felt it was too offensive. So he opted for this one... and still ended up pissing everyone off. Some days you just can't win.

Please, help. I'm too heavy for this ship.

I don't remember why I started drawing this one. There was something happening in the house that I didn't feel big enough to face so I figured it would be easier if I just shipped myself away from the trouble. It obviously wasn't that big of a deal, I'm still alive, aren't I?

Chimera in their natural environment

This found at http://www.fistofblog.com/2009/04/27/

Amazing! I must get one imported to our zoo.

Please, help. Every wants a piece of my tail.

Oh, man. Here's the thing, in high school teachers and advisers and your parents make you believe that if you don't go to college you won't become anything. They put a lot of faith in knowledge without stocking up know-how. To a certain extent an education can really help you out, there is a level of knowledge that most people should attain but college isn't really for the gathering of knowledge in most fields. There is some but even for the degrees that require you to know a lot, the most important aspect in getting a job is less what you know and more who you know. I should go back to school, I have so much drive and ability to impress by my sheer will desire to get things done right, every employer I have ever met wants to work for them forever. With a degree I could show the right people I have drive. Or maybe, I'll go the Bill Gates route and show them without one. Everyone wants a piece of my tail.