Update Change!
I will be posting a new comic every WEDNESDAY
for here on out.
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Bud’s daughter is learning, much like my three sons, not to ask her old man questions about the ’70s as the answer always turns into a long story of drunken nights, chaos, and debauchery. Next week we head back to 1977 with our usual gang of misfits and troublemakers.
As a little Easter Egg, the poster in the background of the first panel is actually a very old drawing of Plan 9 back when I had Bud in a black leather coat when on stage. It is also a rare time I drew Jeff where you could see his eyes. I updated the coloring and the background for use in today’s comic. Click the image below to see it full size.
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Unfortunately I have some sad news to deliver. My wife’s older brother, who is her only remaining immediate family member is suffering from terminal cancer. We spent the past week in Florida making all the final preparations of his estate so when his time on this planet expires all the paperwork has been processed. Thus I have been on the run traveling to Florida from North Carolina and spending 5 days in a hotel running around St. Petersburg doing the above paperwork, meeting with banks, hospitals, long-term care, etc., etc.
My mother passed away in 1985 due to breast cancer, and this Alan Parsons Project song always reminds me of her. I know, kind of a bummer posting today, but shit like this happens, I just try to roll with it.
That’s the problem with getting old, you end up doing things like this way too often 🙁
My father-in-law is the last of the parents and he’s pushing 90 with blood pressure of like 300 over Holy F***!!!
I’m beginning to wonder if he’s going to outlast me the way things are going.
“That’s the problem with getting old, you end up doing things like this way too often”
Amen to that. I’ve buried my dad and two uncles within the last 6 years, not to mention at least half a dozen or so of my parents friends – people I remember as being their age – passing away within the same period
“Anyway, Bud’s daughter is learning, much like my three sons, not to ask her old man questions about the ’70s as the answer…”
At least it ain’t as bad as the Mosby kids, who had to sit through days of hookup stories before even getting to meeting their mother.
So he’s 65 now. Full head of hair and just a little bit of gray. Not doing too bad…
I miss my dad who 2019 (saw him on his last day) and my mother is elderly sweet dear but still has to deal with paper work concerning my dad to this day. It’s gets lonely when beloved family members die. Even their waxing romance about their past gain a greater luster. So past stories are none too boring. Even my big sisters tales of chaos and debauchery are something to be told. In my younger years I had the pleasure of minding eldest sister’s dear little children and sharing my garden with gods little creatures. My dad didn’t see the local bunnies or chipmunks as his little friends but had a good natured laugh as shared my beans and strawberries with them. My sisters used to play rock and new wave late 80s music and I’d played the mating calls of frogs and toads boy did my mom and dad miss the rock music. Ivy should get a record of the mating calls of frogs and toads to teach Bud a lesson doubt if they have the mating call of the mystic frog. But it would be cool if they did then he could tell the fun of being a girl. Ivy assuming she believe something that incredible would be happy. Yet fearful that the mystic frogs would turn all the men into women to punish them for climate change and pollution and Ivy have no one to marry unless she is a lesbian. But I suspect the gang bores her about how dumb cool rocker are they made fun of autism because they were being mean and grumpy.
This is why I resent turning 15 in 1980. I’m convinced that the quality of the debauchery, much like the quality of MOST of the music went down hill rapidly at that point. I was THERE in the 70s but by the time I got old enough to have actual FUN and not just get constantly beat up it was over. My biggest memory of 1977 is Star Wars. :/ (The book then the movie) As to cancer, I lost the girl I loved to cancer in 1985. She was 22 (I was 20) and ovarian cancer destroyed her……..