Ok here you go! Another installment in the super exciting and aptly titled “Interlude” segment here on Infinity Day Weekend. Things have been pretty busy here at Infinity Day Weekend world headquarters in space. I somehow find myself hand painting a seemingly endless stream of ukeleles for internationally renowned popular music group Evelyn Evelyn as part of their CD release shenanigans. If you haven’t ordered yours yet you may be out of luck as I was just told there will only be a total of 50 (“only”) and there have already been 45 orders.

Hello there the Internet.  I hope you like today’s comic, in which dirt people kill Space Octopus with their gun and offer Space Octopus and Marm’s bloody corpses to their filthy Dirt God.  Lots of laffs for the whole family in this one.

Seriously, dirt people, what is up?

Well gosh look at this, here we are, it has only been a couple of days since the last update, and already here there is an update for to have for you also enjoying the reading of the thing that is being updated now more than even once every week.  And by that, I mean don’t be expecting any sort of pattern to develop here but maybe try checking back on Friday.

Um and also one interesting thing about this new method is that now I have all of this processed dead plant matter stained with various inks.  So, anyone want to buy them?  Seriously.  Make me an offer.

Also, I forgot that I promised the owner of the How to Lose Weight blog that I’d thank him for discovering that this site had been hacked.  Seriously.  Not in an oh my goodness I had better not look at this site anymore or else my computer/my grandmother/I might get computer cancer but in a lame manipulate ranking algorithms by putting bogus invisible links all over the place sort of way.  So, Thank you!

Oh hello everyone. Look, this is what happens in Space, where Space Octopus is from. Well ok I guess this is only a part of Space, which is big. Space is probably the biggest thing you can think of, it has just about everything in it. One thing that space does not have in it, however, is Heaven, which is that place that you go to when you die and you have been a good member of any number of religions.

A couple of things are going on here.  First of all, it has come to be the case that to do any sort of real drawing in Photoshop on my geriatric (i.e. four year old) laptop requires that I spend about half an hour preparing the machine by saving and quitting all other open applications, which is just not a thing I am usually willing to commit to.  So, um, here is a strip done in marker and then scanned in and embellished.

Who is Marm?  Marm is the greatest.  You may know her as “The Great Marm.”

Look about this lack of updates thing:  fuck it.  What ever.  If anyone wants to give me a pile of money to pay my rent with and also like one of those nice Cintiq’s and a computer to hook it up to then I will happily start producing a comic every day, or like four or five a week, but you know what look at this art.  So you just take what you can get.

hugs and kisses,

Blake.