NFL Fandom is Increasingly Worrying

Also in the Triangle: A great many Ray Rice fans

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For the first comic on here, I decided to scribble something strange and sad on a sticky note during my lunch at work.

Creative Runoff

For those of you who know me—no. Stupid way to start.  This is the internet, and because I’m writing this here, I shouldn’t care if you know me or not.

Anyway. For those of you who know me, or don’t, or wish you did, or wish you didn’t, you know (or don’t, or wish you did, or wish you didn’t) that I’m an incessantly creative person. And that’s no implication of relative quality, though. There’s a super-good chance that my creative output sucks. Hard. But. It is there. Incessantly. And I’ve decided that I need a place for it to splatter when the bucket gets too full.

So here’s that place, for what it’s worth, in all its grossness.

I’ve decided to scrape and shape that splattered runoff into a webcomic, because the internet needs another amateurish webcomic like it needs another cat video. Which is to say, depending on your personal preference, either a lot, or no, no, please not another one, please, come on, no.

The art quality will vary from Terrible to Forgettably Decent to Kind of Okay to Hey, I Would Have Been Proud of that in Middle School! and so on.

The content will vary from Hardy Har Har to Someone Thinks this is Funny? to I Hope this Topher Guy is Okay and so on.

The frequency of posting will vary from Pleasantly Regular to Way Way Too Often to Is that Still a Thing? and so on.

If people actually read it, I will transfer it from the subterranean ghetto of this Blogger page to an actual website, with like…ads and stuff. I dunno. I haven’t thought that part through all the way.

Anyway, here you go.

-Topher