LIVESTREAM UPDATE:  The next livestream will be on Friday, September 21st, 2012 at 10pm est.  I’ve really been having a blast doing them, so come check it out!  I talk, doodle, answer questions, and from now on I’ll be ending the streams by playing some games… woah!  Seriously though, I have to thank the stream viewers quite a bit, you guys make the whole process super fun!

The stream can be viewed here or here.

And now, back to your regularly scheduled content!

Man, it’s been a looooong time since Alex actually talked to a girl.  Really long ago.

Egads… my eyes…

Anyways, before you ask if in reality I started seeing someone, the answer is no.  A few nights ago I happened to be talking to a friend, and he brought up some lady problems after which he asked me how my own… love life… was going.

I didn’t give much of an answer past saying that there wasn’t one, but, had the full story been laid out would have gone something like this:

I’m a 24 year old with incredibly unreliable income, haven’t shaved in five weeks, and I sleep next to  a bottle of ketchup, mustard, and a small army of unwashed plates and pots.  How do you think my love life is?

Anyways, that conversation contributed in part to the genesis of this strip, the other part being a FF12 reference that I ultimately decided to omit.

Speaking of FF12, by the way, I beat it a week or two ago, and the ending was somehow even lamer than the rest of the game.  Also, the final dungeon took forever.  Like, actual forever…

Allow me to put this more bluntly:

There’s a part of me that died playing FF12 and that broken shard of my shattered soul will wallow in that hellishly long dungeon until the end of time.  I watched through more than a season of South Park going through that awful place.

Just god damn the hell out of Final Fantasy 12.  God damn it.

On the lighter side of things, Jackie and I were having a few drinks the other night while playing Innovation, and after a couple of games, Jackie told me to “play patty-cake with [my] beard.”

I thought this request to be strange, but who was I to refuse?  I diligently began clapping my hands together and then gently patting my cheeks.

Jackie began to laugh uncontrollably and asked me what the hell I was doing, to which I responded that I was following her request.

Apparently I heard her wrong; she was asking me to look in the mirror.  Or something…

I feel as though beard patty-cake is much cooler.