Science of Romance

Afraid of Nothing, Except This T-Shirt

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Fuzzy Wuzzy Logic

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Fuzzy logic is the only sort available to me, being an ADDict. One thought is always leading to another, and never in a straight line. 

Mr. Cthulu

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Cats Driving Cars: Bad Cats Comics

Okay. I exaggerate. It's cats driving a car, singular. But it's an El Camino. I'm not a car fan, but it looks to be a car/pickup hybrid, with a shark-sized aquarium tied down in the back; the unit of measurement demonstrated by its occupant. 

Everyone's wearing a racing cap, so I'm guessing there's the possibility of other cats, other sharks, other cars. And certainly further installments.

Small press publisher Nakatomi debuts with Bad Cat Comics | Robot 6 @ Comic Book Resources – Covering Comic Book News and Entertainment

I Rarely Hear Applause When I Draw

This surprised me. I've never watched a ballet, beyond a clip here and there. Is it usual for an audience to applaud when various poses are achieved? This snippet reminded me of an ice skating performance. 

Holy Jesus, look at what this ballerina can do! Via kottke.org

Another Way to Draw Caricatures When You Can't Really Draw Caricatures

Slap on a few tentacles. I'm surprised more cartoonists don't do this.

Buddy Conquers the Pond

Give the hamster shore leave, put Buddy at the wheel, and you have a Spot the Frog strip. 

Video: this soda bottle submarine is piloted by a hamster | DVICE

Shadow Show

This is due in July, I believe. Love the cover. 

Calvin has ADHD

Secret Agent Calvin Hobbes by *kizer180 on deviantART

This illustration has been circulating online, earning accolades for its stylish prediction of Calvin and Hobbes' eventual vocation and fashion.

I should probably Google this, but does Calvin have ADHD? As a kid, Calvin daydreamed, lost time, rarely sat still. He'd occasionally sit under a tree and deliver a punchline. More often he'd grab his red wagon and fly it down a hill hill, dodging boulders, hummocks, trees, sailing off a cliff with a joyous and utterly clueless smile. Bruises? Broken bones? No matter. That was for later. Hobbes knew what was coming, but he never bailed, being imaginary.

As an adult, he's found a job that allows him to do all the things he did as a child, though this time the bullets are real.