Heya Ladies & Gents,
This is the creator, JTA! speakin’- so a few months back now, there was a coding update that happened automatically to MTH’s site, and being that I was *insanely* busy at the time (I only ever go from crazy to insane and back)– I didn’t realize there was something I was supposed to on my end to coordinate—and I didn’t, and somehow with the theme I had used for the site – EVERYTHING GOT F****D UP. for fuck’s sake, its been ridiculous.
I’ve salvaged what I can and will be working hard as ever to put everything where it was (all the interviews, and all the guest bloggers have been moved around as you might notice)—for now bear with me, as its goshdarnFUCKINGtime to put some new content on here and start blazing trails again!!!
The new content should start a whole new archive which, all Gods and Heavens help me, will stay PUT and not mess up. and I’ll keep on it as much as I can so that my site doesn’t go down in flames, as it just did.
With that said, look for NEW characters, NEW strips, NEW guest bloggers, and just a HELL of a time here.
Thank you all for your support, this is for YOU. and slightly, a lil bit for me. Cheers.
-Jeremy The Artist
So, we’re going through some changes here at the MTH Headquarters- NEW toons and bloggings and all kinds of intellectual nom noms for youse!
With that you’ll be seeing a different schedule of posts- the likes of which is still be sorted (its all kinda KA RAZY HERE!)
- Keep updated by checking us out EVERY DAY EVERY HOUR- and also check out the facebook where we update you with the latest going ons at: www.facebook.com/mytalkinghead
Thanks for all the support, only you can prevent house fires- screw the forest!
Lesson #19: How not to be a Nerd Parent on Thanksgiving. Because, yes, there are some of you who need to hear this.
Oh noes!! It’s late again! That’s right, people. This week’s addition is late just one more god damn time BUT for good reason. Not that you give a shit, but I’ve been busy working really hard on some morbidly hilarious stuff for our good ol’ pal Jeremy the Artist to make when he gets around to it. To give him that little extra push of guilt he needs, we’ll be featuring him as this week’s guest of honor. Some of you may have your cars and good for you, really, but what do you do when that car just decides, out of the fucking blue, to take a shit? Well, Jeremy the Artist has had this happen to him not too long ago. What did he do? Let’s investigate.
Jeremy “Quick Draw” the Artist used to be a young struggling lad in the big city with hopes of “making it”, whatever that means. I’m sure those early days of taking the Capital Metro left a lasting impression of what to expect since he quickly considered himself an expert in the area and booked a cross country Greyhound bus trip. Now, I bitch a lot about Capital Metro but in reality, it’s the minor leagues compared to Greyhound. The situation is oddly similar to that of a Capital Metro bus only instead of hobos and crack addicts you have convicted felons and psychiatric patients. Sound like fun? Jeremy sure thought so. So much fun in fact that he booked passage on one to take him to Virginia so he could meet up with some friends. What could go wrong?
Like I so eloquently pointed out, you have a strong chance that whoever you’re sitting next to has been convicted of a crime. Don’t believe me? Book one and count the number of tear drops tatted on the guy sitting next to you. These are easy enough to deal with. It’s the psychiatric patients you have to worry about. You never know what those sick assholes are going to do next and just maybe, as was the case with Jeremy, they’ll be driving your bus. Jeremy was on his way to Virginia and probably somewhere in the Midwest when he started hearing the bus driver yell at people to stay quiet. Only these people weren’t saying anything. Oh, and they didn’t exist, at least not in a typical definition of the word.
Jeremy can give a much more detailed account of events (and please hammer him with question about it. He loves that stuff.) but from what I could gather, this happened no less then 4 to 5 times. Each time the bus driver began to yell at the imaginary people the more scared and confused the passengers would get. Can you imagine being on a bus with 30 random strangers in the middle of nowhere, your lives completely in this drivers hands and now he’s having an argument, a losing one, to a bunch of loud voices in his head? In this situation you have only a few options at your disposal.
1) Take bets on who is going to win the argument and hope you come out on top.
2) Hope this guy doesn’t have a gun.
3) Find another psychiatric patient with imaginary people living in his head to battle the imaginary people living inside the drivers head.
Lucky for Jeremy, the driver pulled over into an empty parking lot in the middle of who-gives-a-fuck and reenacted 1995’s WWF Royal Rumble. After winning against 30 other opponents, all imaginary, the new and improved bus driver or as he now insisted on being called, Shawn “The Heartbreak Kid” Michaels, was able to return to driving. This all could have ended much worse but did Jeremy learn from his mistakes? Not even close. He then decides to take a Greyhound bus over to L.A. Because that last bus trip was just so exciting! Then again to somewhere can’t remember but that’s at least 3 unnecessary life risks! Somebody beat some sense into this guy, please!
I’ve got some fun little Greyhound bus stories of my own and maybe one of these days we’ll get together and reminisce about the good ol’ times we almost died for your entertainment. Now back to writing uselessly morbid and twisted stories to guilt Jeremy into using. Because he’s just not busy enough!
See you next time!
Lesson #18: Encouraging your child to become a police officer is noble. Encouraging your child to be Robocop is not.