#16 illustrated by Alana Brown

So I send Alana an instant message on production day asking if she could draw 3 panels of a guy being attacked by a raccoon. The result was the best looking comic ever, and I think one of the funniest.

So I send Alana an instant message on production day asking if she could draw 3 panels of a guy being attacked by a raccoon. The result was the best looking comic ever, and I think one of the funniest.

I can't get enough of self-referential humor. I played long songs during my radio show so I could draw this. Yeah, it came out looking like shit, but the joke stayed intact.

Here's one I drew myself for deadline. It's based on a story John has about a guy who threatened to clean someone's clock- "literally." The guy was an idiot, I guess, and didn't realize what 'literally' meant or something. I thought it would be funny to have a service that cleans clocks in both senses of the word, and John said it would suck if they messed up the work order.
And now you know how comics are made.

The "more cowbell" joke was Alana's. Some people liked it more than the comic's punchline. I think the writing is about average for this comic.

Another relic from my "couldn't think of anything funny" days. John gave me a good joke I couldn't turn down, and Adrianne added a great visual joke with the rocket taking off behind NASA, as if that's just routine there. She also came up with the word "isolated," which makes them a lot more science-like.

I'd thought about doing a continuation of Alana's, so when Jason brought me the idea I figured what the hell. Now OMC has a recurring character.

Fart jokes are the best. Just farting can be a joke in itself. I found fart jokes in two Honors reads my freshman year: The Inferno and The Golden Ass.
I'll be getting artists again- don't worry.

Randy Cummings did a bunch of last-minute editing. For the better?
The 3rd frame is terrible- serves me right for drawing with pen.

I wrote this the day the very first strip was published- it took a while to come to life.

Randy still hasn't sent me #7, so I'll post that one later. Putting my name in the title might seem unnecessary, but because of blogspot's massive internet presence, the top Google matches for the name of every artist is Ow, My Crotch. Except Mark, of course, but he was a giant.
So when I search for my name, I want OMC to be the top hit, not a country musician or a computer programmer.

I wrote this and the comic Alicia wrote on the same day, so they both deal with flatulence as a theme.