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The Terrific Three
by Kevin
Sun, Mar 06, 2011
Kevin

With the internet, it is impossible to be a comic book reader and actually be surprised by anything anymore. Spider-Man revealing his secret identity in the series Civil War was ruined for me by IGN, as was the death of Captain America, Dick Grayson taking up the cowl, and the death of the Human Torch, which we decided was momentous enough to make a comic about. I won’t lie and say that I believe the Human Torch will be dead forever; we are talking about comic books, after all. Still, the cancellation of a series as iconic as The Fantastic Four is kind of a big deal, even if it is a marketing ploy to sell a #1 issue of a new replacement series called Future Foundation.

The main reason for today’s comic, however, is any time I can make Marc draw comic book super heroes, I jump at the opportunity. He always impresses me.

Yesterday I tried my hand for the first time at the art of brewing beer. Hopefully the thick mixture will evolve into a fine Belgian-style triple sometime over the course of the next three weeks. Otherwise, I have 11 gallons of malodorous slop on my hands.

-Kevin

5.9 on the Richter Scale
by Kevin
Sun, Feb 27, 2011
Kevin

Lately it may seem as though Sunday Smash has embraced the route of corporate sponsorship via product placement, selling out our principles and artistic integrity in exchange for money and fine coffees. The truth is, out of both of those, I only have the latter. And on the subject of fine coffees, let’s discuss Alabaster Coffee Roaster & Tea Company.

In reality, quite a bit of work on Sunday Smash is done at Alabaster, which is why it is the setting for today’s comic. The comic is about things Marc and I like, and this is something I like quite a bit. For those of you who don’t particularly enjoy coffee, may I submit that until last August, I did not either. It turns out that I just had good coffee so infrequently, that the word “coffee” itself had become synonymous with a dark filth scraped from the bottom of a rank basement and brewed through old sweat socks. Not so, friends!

Each cup of coffee is prepared fresh at the bar, which means if old, bitter coffee that has been sitting in a pot all day is your cup of tea, then you should probably go somewhere else. Local artists display their art, and many Friday nights feature musicians. The owner, Karl Fisher, who is depicted in today’s comic, is incredibly passionate about his craft, and also readily educates on the subject of coffee, which is a good deal more interesting than you might expect it to be. It’s a pleasant atmosphere, and despite my peevish nature, I find myself looking forward to stopping by a couple of times a week during my lunch break to pick up one of the featured coffees to go and have a short conversation with the staff and other regulars.

I’m going to continue pimping this out as often as I remember until every person on the planet bends to my will. Like us! Follow us! You might as well just get it over with now so I can stop nagging and stave off carpal tunnel for a couple more minutes.

-Kevin

Never Say Never
by Kevin
Sun, Feb 20, 2011
Kevin

We’ve all been there: the dreaded bad haircut. I don’t think any of you have a right to complain, though. It can’t possibly be this bad. Fun fact: I never actually listened to a Justin Bieber song until this week. This is yet another sacrifice I made for the good of the comic. I hope the general opinion is that this week’s strip is worth the screaming nightmares I’m sure to endure for weeks now.

I kid, I kid. After accidentally hearing a Ke$ha (how do you pronounce that?) “song”, The Biebs doesn’t seem even a fraction as offensive to my ears. It’s quite likely that we are bearing witness to the worst musician of all time in Ke$ha. In a day and age where autotune reigns supreme in popular music, it’s actually possible to be a pop music sensation by doing nothing more than borrowing a filthy grade school limerick, scrawling lyrics on a bar napkin with your slutty lipstick in less than five minutes, and changing your off key voice to be borderline tolerable to people with no taste.

My debut single will be on radio stations everywhere and Myspace next month. It is about a man from Nantucket and a fateful interaction with a vessel he carries everywhere with him. I believe it is referred to in English as a bucket.

Thanks to Magravan and Skrael at The Other Grey Meat for giving us a link and introducing us to what is, judging from our traffic spike, a slew of new people. TOGM is a great webcomic that if you don’t already know about, you should check out. We did a guest comic for them that went live last night, so head on over, check it out, and then tell them how great they are.

Facebook! Twitter! Like us! Follow us! Now!

-Kevin

Not Found on Google Maps
by Kevin
Sun, Feb 13, 2011
Kevin

Generally speaking, Marc and I have the same taste in video games, including our distaste for the first person shooter genre, a vile nook of gaming untouched by etiquette and populated mainly by socially dysfunctional adolescents who never learned to accept winning or losing graciously. One exception to this avoidance for my Californian cohort, however, is Goldeneye. Marc has fond memories of the N64 Goldeneye game, so the release of the Wii sequel was a momentous occasion for him.

Last week, I found a message from him on my Facebook wall describing his new hobby: digitally murdering people he has never met in a grotesque display of dominance. Ever eager to help, I suggested a comic exposing his first person shooter hypocrisy, hoping to shame him out of a dark future of sitting on the couch, chip crumbs collected upon his shirt and surrounding cushions, howling inventive insults into a headset at middle school students.

After watching The Black Eyed Peas jump the shark during the Superbowl, I came across this video; perhaps you will appreciate it as much as I did.

For those of you who feel that once a week isn’t often enough for Sunday Smash, may I suggest liking us on Facebook or following us on Twitter? Doing so gives you access to sneak previews of the strip in progress.

-Kevin

The Return to the Violence Trough
by Kevin
Sun, Feb 06, 2011
Kevin

 

The long-running war between my household and Comcast has stretched on for years. Today I deliver my latest return volley. Take care as you read the comic. I’d hate to see anyone hurt in the crossfire.

I initially resisted having internet in my home, and instead opted to take my laptop with me to places with wifi access. It was cheaper for me to drive to a cafe, purchase a cup of coffee, and take care of everything a couple of nights a week than it was to pay a monthly bill. Then one day in the mail, I received an offer for internet from Comcast at a reduced monthly rate, so I called and set up an appointment for them to come by and set it up.

For a couple of months things were fine, until inexplicably my bill increased before the initial year was up. I called Comcast, and it turned out they had given me additional service that I didn’t request or even know about, but was now being billed for. I told them to cancel the parts I didn’t order and change my bill. I was assured this would be taken care of.

Apparently it wasn’t, because for the next five or so months, my bill was incorrect and I had to call in every single month to get them to adjust it. I told them they could save everyone involved a lot of time if they just got my bill right the first time, because there was no way I would ever give them a cent more. Towards the end of this debacle, it turned into me phoning them when my bill was as little as 10 cents more than it should be, and tenaciously refusing to hang up until they assured me they adjusted my bill. It was the principle of the matter at that point, and I refused to lose. Finally, a customer service representative gave me one month at a reduced rate. That solved that problem.

A couple of months later, however, I received a bill that was higher again. When I called in, they claimed I had only paid half my bill that month. My roommate and I each include a check for half the bill in the payment envelope every month, and this had never been a problem before, but in this case they had cashed his check and somehow lost mine. I told them I would send in the extra amount with my next bill and the representative agreed this was okay.

Later that week, however, I received a “courtesy” phone call from a Comcast employee demanding that I pay the amount immediately (preferably over the phone for a “convenience fee”) or I might be forwarded to a collection agency. Faithful readers may recall that I previously worked in a customer service call center, and as a result, have a great deal of compassion for these poor fools who find themselves trapped in this undesirable line of work. The smug tone of this particular representative combined with the threat of collections and months of unprofessionalism and ineptitude on the part of Comcast, however, coalesced into one incredibly powerful being, a being who launched a massive blast of rage directed at this one unfortunate individual. I don’t remember exactly what I said, but I recall there being parts about never missing a payment in the past, this being Comcast’s fault for losing my check in the first place, and that I would send them a replacement check, “when I’m good and ready, and I am neither good nor ready yet.” At the end, the representative asked, “Do you think you will send it soon?” to which I growled, “Maybe,” and hung up.

At this point, my invoices have more or less been accurate, but last week I tried to download a podcast, which ended up taking 14 minutes. During the wait, I began work on the script that became the comic you see before you today. The problem is that I can’t get “high speed” internet from anywhere else. Comcast has literally no competitors where I live, therefore service doesn’t matter to them.

Comcast does provide one valuable service, however; I can blame my poor playing skills in World of Warcraft on lag rather than the fact that I actually just suck.

-Kevin

The Benefits of Low Standards
by Kevin
Sun, Jan 30, 2011
Kevin

 

There is a local barbecue restaurant, Acme Barbecue, which I find myself fixated with of late. Over the course of the last couple of months, I’ve slowly been working my way through various items on the menu, and although everything is fantastic, I have yet to find anything better than their chicken quarter in naked seasoning. Not only is the food good, but the prices are fantastic. I’m able to get an entire meal for approximately $4. At that point, it barely makes sense to cook my own meals anymore.

My job is about a 15-20 minute drive from Acme, and we get an hour for lunch. Management where I work are sticklers on punctuality, but I’m willing to risk my livelihood at least once a week to stop by and acquire some of their delicious food for my midday sustenance. At this point, my career is merely a means to an end: currency which I may then use in exchange for more Acme.

So what is a person to do when their innards can simply contain no more barbecue and they must cease eating? Well, if they happen to be half of the creative team on Sunday Smash, they write a comic about it. My thought process was trying to invent a circumstance wherein I would no longer be able to eat food from the establishment, and although the scenario depicted in the comic today is a grisly one, I still doubt even this could bring an end to my obsession.

Thank you yet again to Emrys Smith for his invaluable assistance in the scripting of this week’s comic. Well done, sir.

-Kevin

Fashion Comics
by Kevin
Sun, Jan 23, 2011
Kevin

 

Today’s comic is one of those times where Marc graciously, and perhaps against his better judgment, allowed me to run amok unsupervised with the exact idea that I wanted. This was despite it being allegedly offensive to an entire gender, as well as any man who retains notions of chivalry. The audible diatribe that appears in the strip is more or less a transcript of the impassioned rant that transpires in my head every time I see a woman wearing leggings. Just stop. Please.

See? I asked nicely. I’d like to give a special thanks to Emrys Smith and Arelis Feliciano for their help with this week’s strip. We really appreciate it.

I was shocked and amused this week to see an article about a comic book called Steampunk Palin. If you click on that link, it will take you to a site that is exactly like it sounds, but far, far better. I would describe it as not safe for work, but that is only because you’ll be cracking up loud enough that someone will notice you are surfing the internet instead of performing your duties. I will not be held responsible for you getting yourself sacked.

-Kevin

Fashion Comics
by Kevin
Sun, Jan 23, 2011
Kevin

 

Today’s comic is one of those times where Marc graciously, and perhaps against his better judgment, allowed me to run amok unsupervised with the exact idea that I wanted. This was despite it being allegedly offensive to an entire gender, as well as any man who retains notions of chivalry. The audible diatribe that appears in the strip is more or less a transcript of the impassioned rant that transpires in my head every time I see a woman wearing leggings. Just stop. Please.

See? I asked nicely. I’d like to give a special thanks to Emrys Smith and Arelis Feliciano for their help with this week’s strip. We really appreciate it.

I was shocked and amused this week to see an article about a comic book calledSteampunk Palin. If you click on that link, it will take you to a site that is exactly like it sounds, but far, far better. I would describe it as not safe for work, but that is only because you’ll be cracking up loud enough that someone will notice you are surfing the internet instead of performing your duties. I will not be held responsible for you getting yourself sacked.

-Kevin

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