My dog has been finding an unusual number of gloves lately. Sometimes in the backyard, sometimes in the driveway, sometimes in the front yard bushes. I have no idea what the source is for these gloves. We've lived here for 4 months and I've never seen a single glove that didn't come from the dog's mouth. They don't grow in the yard... someone left them. Winter gloves, garden gloves, rubber gloves. I suppose I should count myself lucky that I haven't found any hands in the gloves just yet.
If you're leaving your gloves in my yard, knock it off. It's a little weird.
Speaking of weird, I did something today that never happens: I made 2 comics in one day. That puts me a whole comic ahead. I have been dreaming about this day since I started Don't Hit Save. This is a trend that I have every intention of continuing, it could change my life.... but who am I kidding? I'm going to end the trend next week when I trade progress for sleep.
As long as I'm talking about things coming to an end, I was seriously bummed to hear the final episode of Sherman Tanks came out this week. If you haven't heard me mention it before, I was a huge fan of the podcast. I wish Chanse and Rene well, and I'm sorry they had to cut their run short. I will miss their philosophy, adult themes, pop culture references, and sarcasm.
On a lighter note, I have been told that tomorrow's King of Slackers should be a worthwhile read for fans of Don't Hit Save. I will have more to say on Tuesday, but I'm expecting big things... BIG.