A Cover Swipe of Avengers 4 or the illustrious Cap 337.
A cheap excuse for new characters? Perish the thought.
Making up time. You should probably follow on Tumblr to keep abreast.
Apparently inktober is a thing, and as a pen and ink guy, I’d be remiss if I didn’t contribute something to the pantheon. Occasionally I’ll like to take a panel of The Punchin’ Bag and do it as a larger scale drawing, throw a wrench into the works as far as style (I mean, it’s still me and it’s still black and white, so it won’t be too jarring). So here’s a bit from the next Punchin’ Bag strip, a slightly more detailed or stylized Tex Arkana.
Now, though, PB is back talking to an old friend of GSC, Tex Arkana. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t go well for The Punchin’ Bag. You’ll get’em next time, Punchy!
Some profound wisdom from Pete cuts like a knife. Also, that episode of The Simpsons.
The Punchin’ Bag encounters an inescapable realm: the friendzone.
Is the friendzone real? Is it a matter of confidence? Is it wrong to expect something out of a relationship with the opposite sex and not accept it for what it is, which may just be friendship? Or does the pain of liking someone and them not liking you back make “just being friends” too difficult to realistically pull off?
My wife and I debate the merits of lamenting being friendzoned, herself having to deal with guys who acted like friends but turned a cold shoulder once they realized “it” wasn’t happening, and myself mired in several friendzones in my youth, lamenting that a girl I liked just didn’t see me “that way”.