Every now and again I like to mix things up with a comic instead of an article. This week I thought I’d share my opinion on the one question that all the people you see online with the word “Atheist” emblazoned somewhere on their online avatar need to answer. In comic form. Below the comic is a brief explanation of why I felt that way when making it. The basic answer is I was bored waiting for Battlefield 3 to install on my Playstation.
This comic is mainly aimed at the kind of people you see on YouTube with the word “Atheist” somewhere in their name. The kind of people who genuinely believe that identifying themselves as an atheist is an actual substitute for any sort of personality. That simply by saying they don’t believe in God they automatically deserve the right to speak knowledgeably about an incredibly dense, academic subject some of the finest minds on the planet have pondered since the dawn of mankind.
I’m not saying that you can’t be an atheist or ask questions about other’s faith. But if you’re the kind of person who thinks that there is no God, that there is nothing but an endless abyss of nothingness to look forward to after we die and that the life we have right now is the only one we’ll ever have. And then proceed to spend that one life being a dick to other people because of what they believe in. You’re a fucking asshole.
Edit: I honestly thought this was all done and dusted, but earlier today, Wil Fucking Wheaton shared the joke again, on Tumblr and it’s currently getting hundreds of thousands of views, AGAIN! For those of you who aren’t familiar with what the hell I’m talking about, I’m the original creator of this image.
Chances are you’ve seen it or at least an edited version of it. I’d actually, honestly be surprised if you haven’t seen the image above because it has been shared, tweeted, liked and reblogged millions of times. In fact, it is easily the best received and most viewed piece of writing I’ve ever done and no one will ever know it was me because some fucker on Reddit blurred out my name. For the record, at the time of writing this I’m a freelance writer and pages views literally pay my bills and feed me. If you stumbled across a blurred version of the image above, please share the original, or the version I posted to Twitter and feel free to tell the person posting it the guy who wrote the joke is super happy they liked it.
Below is the original article I wrote on this subject when it went viral the first time.
I’ve been writing for a while now and in that time I’ve had a few things go viral. For example, one of the things I’ve helped write for Cracked currently has 6 million views and counting. However, that’s something published through Cracked, they already have a fairly sizeable audience. The dream for all writers, or indeed any content creator is to having something they’ve created go viral purely off of its own merits. A few weeks ago I had that, and no one knew it was me. Continue reading
I’ve recently found that dedicating time to my own site has become increasingly difficult, as writing has quickly started to become my sole source of income, finding time to dedicate to personal projects is becoming increasingly scarce. So I thought I’d try to express my views and opinions in a more succinct way, a way that’s easier to produce, while at the same time being a suitable vehicle for my own brand of humour.
I decided to choose comics, as they’re fairly popular online and infinitely more sharable than any written piece I could produce. Now my drawing skills are pretty lacking, so I tried to best represent the way my own mind works in image form, this is the same mental process I’ll go through before producing any piece you’ll see my name attached to and it’s a subject I’ve wanted to cover in-depth for a while but never had the time.
Internet nice guys. Continue reading
I took a few weeks hiatus, which is my way of saying I moved and had no internet access. During that time I’ve completed yet more of my book, information for which can be found here. However, I wanted to use this week to answer a question that’s been posed to me many times during the last few years, what I actually do for a living.
My final university project this year is basically to write, a lot. Here is a greeting card done in my own style, yes I will be submitting this as part of my portfolio. Continue reading
I recently began work on my next project, an article for a real life book that is going to be published by the wonderful people over at Wordplague. The book is focussed on sex and all the depraved and humorous things that go with it.
My personal contribution will be focussed on how various places around the world censor your favourite body parts and how you can effectively show a wang on TV and get away with it if you follow the right rules. I have no idea whether or not this is of any interest to anyone reading it, so here is a picture I drew of a monster going to the dentist.
The above title says it all. I found a permanent marker and as well as drawing dongs on everything my roommate owned I also did this.
I broke my weekly update rule and believe me I totally kicked my own ass for that one. I have a good reason though, MONEY! Sweet, sweet money.
I’ve been offered the chance to contribute to an Ebook, Ebooks as I understand are books that you can’t touch or hold but you can look at, so they’re a lot like my girlfriends breasts.
The book is for my good friend Dennis Hong, who runs this blog. He’s also a handsome motherfucker, which definitely helped sway me into writing in his book.
I have no idea if Dennis would like me to post a picture of him, so instead here is a picture of a rabbit I saw that looks like Rorschach from Watchmen.
I’m betting the rabbit is way more impressive than the fact I’ll be in an Ebook, which I’m totally OK with because I fucking love that rabbit.
Liking my Justin Beiber themed zombie mashup I took that shit into Photoshop, I think it’s the start of a comic series, I really do.
I hate ants, I hate them so fucking much that it hurts. Even just thinking about them while writing this makes my skin crawl. They invaded my house yesterday, but fear not internet I set a cunning trap.
Thats not sugar though, that’s poison.