It finally happened.

Well, I finally hit 100 comics.

It's been a crazy time of drawing, cussing, being stressed out and drawing some more.

I told everyone that when I hit 100, I would get a "real" website, and that I did.

narcolepsyincorporated.blogspot.com will no longer be the home of Narcolepsy Inc.

For future webcomics, please refer to my new site..



www.narcolepsyinc.com




Everyone has been so, so supportive. Have a wonderful time reading as I continue to make comics. If you're even one fifth as excited as I am, you're hiding your erection right now.

of weblogs and lies

I wasn't playing with my wand!

Pranks and parenthood, a winning combination

HOLY SHIT! Having a website is tough and is making me more organized than I ever, ever wanted to be.

We come in peace young man.. PEACE!

what seemed like a great idea..

Branching out

something doesn't taste right about this forecast..

More than meets the eye

From what I hear, it's not even worth seeing for free. How sad.

You're a long way from your box, boy!

But that's not all!

Wow, what a weekend. They say you only turn 26 once. I'm thinking I might try that again next weekend though, because I don't really remember doing it this weekend. Today's comic is another in a line of dead celebrity jokes and I kind of hope I don't get to do another one for a long time. I mean really.. what the hell is going on. Our random pop culture stars are dropping like flies.

Also, today's comic are thanks to Jim and Adam. Jim gave me a new pentab for my birthday (awesome) and Adam helped me think of the ideas for the punchline. That's why there are two.. couldn't decide which one I thought was funnier.

Sorry Billy.

Wow.. really?

I have to admit, even I feel a little bad about this one.

That scares me, because my "feel bad" reflex hasn't kicked in for a long time.

Retro gaming marital strife

Father's Day

Happy Father's Day to all the fathers out there who read this. I'm assuming there may be at least one?

And on that note...

It's where I met your grandmother..

I hope you've played Sims.. but then again, I hope you haven't.

If today's comic doesn't make sense, sorry? Such is the price of specific humor.

The Surgeon General just called..

Dear Callie, Shelly and Erin.


Happy Friday.

No more teachers..

The death of tardies.

Suddenly, it all makes sense.

Happy Birthday Justin. 

Did anyone notice this is the first black guy on Narcolepsy Inc.? I did. I figured it was time to get some culture around here and what better way to do that than to go with one of the oldest and most flattering stereotypes. God damn lucky black guys. 

...in other news, going through some kind of crazy personal stuff, so just a warning, I might not be able to draw my typical three comics this weekend. There may be a slight break from Narcolepsy inc. next week, but if that happens I promise, I will return.. Oh yes, I will return. 

Trapped under the bed, 4 of 4

This cookware is so PC.

Trapped Under the Bed 3 of 4

Con-grad-ulations.... HAHAHAHA

Sexually Frustrated

Trapped under the bed, part 2

The beginning of a horrible, horrible journey.

Move that BUS!

I'm really sorry about the size. Honestly, I don't know why it's fucked up like that. Is it HUGE on your computer? I think when I'm exporting the cartoons from Flash, something's going on. I'll try to have Wednesday's at a regular size. Maybe my computer knows I've been having eye troubles lately and it's trying to hook me up. Computers are so intuitive sometimes. Like a dog. A dog filled with data. Data and porn.

like craigslist, but less VD.

Now you're a man.

Let's see you heal from this...

From the womb to your eyes

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

(later this weekend, I just don't do Sunday updates.)

What have you learned?

What are those claws? More like LIES!

So we saw Wolverine this weekend. 

I'm still upset. 

What's happening?

Time flies when you're a moron.

So, just a quick note. The guys over at amazingsuperpowers.com have really shown their true colors yet again. I wrote them an e-mail when I first started NI, and they wrote me back with feecback and cartooning tips. Once I switched off of stick men, I wrote them to let them know and they wrote me back with nothing but encouragement and a few more photoshop tips. It's really cool when someone who is already established takes time out of their day to help someone who is just starting out.

Sweet Irony!

So I draw a comic about swine flu, go to bed, and wake up sick. 

Is this poetic justice?

This is still better than your "man-diaper Sundays" idea.

Kind of like Babe, only more realistic.

So hot...

God I hate that girl

I think this one is funny to me because I've met this girl before. 

and I hate self righteous people. The world's only big enough for one of them and I'm not changing.  

New Tom and Alex on Monday. 

No girls allowed

I always feel like...

And so our story begins...

Stupid nature

Tom, unlike Alex, views college as the start of a wonderful journey. For the first time in his life, people can't tell him what to do anymore and he's ready to embrace that. Tom is obsessed about women, pranks and cartoons. His reference for what college should be like is every college movie ever made. He wants to get arrested. He wants to duct tape people to walls, to hide poo in people's shoes, to flirt with alcohol poisoning. With nothing to lose and everything to prove, Tom is ready to start the decade of his life he will later try to remember. 

This is me

The new comic (new but not every comic will be about these two) is about my old roommate Tom and my adventures through college. We didn't know each other going into college, and we both had very different ideas about what college should be. 

Alex is straight laced and studious. If things go right, he will be the first from his family to graduate college and that makes for more than a little pressure. Unsure of what he wants to study, constantly seeking approval and insecure about his height - he just wants to keep his head down for the next four years so that he can start a life. 

sick day

I'm home sick from work today so I thought I'd put up a couple of the characters for the new comic. 

Consequently, I highly advise against making frito chili pies with fat free chili. We had that for dinner last night and about an hour later I felt like someone was beating me up from the inside. Turns out the fat free chili and full fat fritos do not in fact cancel one another out. They make poison. 

They get away with a lot more than we do.

The adventures of Tom and Alex; or what is, The Life of Cats

For the longest time, during my undergraduate experience, I dreamed of making a comic. I drew the characters, I thought about their wacky adventures.. but I never had the follow through. 

I've been doing narcolepsy incorporated for a few months now, and I am fucking in love with making comics. I know I'm not professional and the art itself isn't even that decent, but as it turns out, I find myself eagerly anticipating Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, so I can upload a picture from the folder on my desktop labeled "waiting to be used". I daydream in class, I daydream at work, I... nightdream? comic ideas. 

The only thing that's missing is some form of continuity. I want recurring characters. I want anyone who reads my comic to occasionally log on and be like "Oh, so that's what those crazy kids have been up to." 

Either way, as it were, I'm going to start throwing in ideas from the comic I never made years ago. 

The comic is about myself and my old roommate Tom. We literally had adventures and nearly perfected the notion of well-planned pranks. We stole cars, picked fights with football players and nearly killed a guy one time just to make a music video. 

So, in the coming weeks (months and years?) you'll get to see the comic I always wanted to make. Shenanigans will ensue. 

I'll introduce the characters soon.

Happy birthday