I know what you're thinking, you filthy bugger.
Okay. So I'm back. Off The Wall returns. Again. And again. And again.
I'm kind of like a bad penny, aren't I?
Hopefully, one or two of you out there remember this. And hopefully, even a
small percentage of those are actually pleased to see this thing (yet) again.
And the rest of you are probably closing your eyes, shaking your head, and
groaning. Good.
Anyway, in case you've never seen any of this before, here it is. Yet another
Far Side clone. Why in the world did we need another one of these, for
Pete's sake? This is another Far Side clone, isn't it?
Well, yes and no.
This thing started as an office joke. Every couple days I drew a wacky little
comic and hung it up in the office. Soon I was doing one every day. It got to
the point, in fact, where my co-workers would tie me to a chair and threaten
to make me watch Dawson's Creek reruns if I missed a day. So finally I
decided, "Hey, I really like cheese. And I really don't like Dawson's
Creek (I mean, can you blame me?). And if I'm going to do these things,
I may as well do them right."
So there. (And "right," of course, being a highly subjective term.)
Yes, The Far Side is definitely an influence here. But then again, I'm
sure the socio-economic ramifications of the post-Cold War trade deficit between
Canada and the South Pacific island nation of Nauru as a result of political
inflamation in the Middle East probably had an influence, too. Or maybe it was
the cheese.
I've been drawing as long as I can remember. I've been drawing cartoons at
least since I was six (my earliest known comic still in existence dates from
1781), but I only started doing this brand of humor — Far Side
clone stuff — a couple weeks before going online. That's probably why
you won't see me doing many cows.
So anyway, since this whole affair started as crudely drawn comics pinned to
an office wall, the obvious name to give it (after Another Pointless Far
Side Clone, of course) was Off The Wall. Cheese sticks to the wall
if you throw it hard enough, by the way.
Now that I've gotten myself into this mess (who needs a deadline when you're
not getting paid for it?), there's nothing left to do but to sit back, relax,
and enjoy. Don't be offended. And if you are, these were actually drawn by some
guy named Gary Larson. (If you're reading this, Mr. Larson, I'm only kidding.
Honest. Please don't sue me.)
And I still know what you're thinking. I'll bring the cheese.
