It’s a little like miniature golf, only with gas giants instead of windmills.
Since voting seems to be down, go here to see the text-free version of today’s comic.
I just want to share my frustration.
No special vote reward for today’s comic, I’m afraid. I’m beat.
Okay, it’s a little late to be posting a link to these, but I just found them.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: twelve ornaments a-dangling, eleven rabbits waving, ten foxes packin’, nine heads a-talking, eight maids a-reading, seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eleven rabbits waving, ten foxes packin’, nine heads a-talking, eight maids a-reading, seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Of the comics here, I think this one’s my favorite.
Or maybe it’s this one.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: ten foxes packin’, nine heads a-talking, eight maids a-reading, seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: nine heads a-talking, eight maids a-reading, seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Due to circumstances beyond my control, today’s comic is gonna be a day late. Which would, I guess, make it tomorrow’s comic.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: eight maids a-reading, seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Let my digits go.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: seven shiny puddles, six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
There’s a lot to like here, but the navigation system leaves something to be desired.
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: six hours of drawing, five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Here’s a neat look at the past year in webcomics.
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: five frightened fish, four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Any webcomic that does a story arc featuring a cereal box possessed by the spirit of Mark Twain is all right by me.
I mean, think about it.
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: four lines of dialogue, three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
All aboard the space bus.
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: three color panels, two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
These are all quite awesome.
That’s the closest I could come to a Danish equivalent of “spaghetti western“.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: two word bubbles and a new comic for you to see.
Someday, I’ll have to compile a “Tweep” soundtrack, if only so I can include this song (get it while you can, since I’ll be taking it down in a few days).
You can listen to more songs by the band, “Pink Martini”, by going to their website. Both of their CDs are well worth getting.
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: a new comic for you to see.
From the minds at Stanford comes…this.