I’ve slept through a lot of things, but I don’t know if I could sleep through this. I’m thinking Winslow must have used some powerful drugs, which makes me wonder 1.) where he got them and 2.) where he was storing them, since his bedroom burned down last week. I don’t question how he got them. As usual, the assisting criminal element here was probably tiny clowns.

Believe it or not, I’m not the first person to have an idea like this. Or even draw it. Ben & Winslow fans with far more time to conjure story ideas have come up with stuff like this and this. I will lie and say I had this idea first, and they just beat me to it.

Apologies to Bill Watterson on this one. I couldn’t resist. I had this idea while drawing last week’s comic. I shudder to think of the kind of person Calvin would grow up to be if his best friend growing up was Winslow instead of his tiger Hobbes.

This is a movie that doesn’t exist but probably should. It would make a suitable follow-up to my first movie, Cartoon Zombie Freakout (which also doesn’t exist).

After living and working among dorks (geeks, nerds, whatever) for many years, I began to suspect that there were two main kinds: those that could function outside of dorkdom, and those that could not. I vainly thought that my friends and I were all the former. You know, dorks with jobs and girlfriends and interests outside of whatever the hell made us dorky in the first place.