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Roll Right! Roll Call!

IMPORTANT REMINDER! HijiNKS ENSUE just turned 8 years old!
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Also HijiNKS ENSUE has moved to a once a week update schedule and is ending in 2016 is on hiatus while I work on how and when to best end it. Read more about the end of HijiNKS ENSUE and the super exciting new comic project I am starting in June HERE.

HijiNKS ENSUE has always been about real life me finding MY thing. In the HE CLASSIC days, the thing I found was the comic I was making. When HE shifted to semi-autobio territory, the comic (which itself was still MY thing) became about the comic version of me finding HIS thing. Makes sense? No? Did I use the word “thing” so many times that it no longer holds meaning and now your brain just registers it as a guttural, primal animal sound? Cool.

Last year, my wife (who was already a full time mother, and running two successful side businesses) decided to find HER thing. It turned out her thing was smashing into other ladies while on roller skates. Almost 9 months of practice, trials, tests and scrimmages later, she was drafted to a team and will soon start officially smashing into other ladies on roller skates in an organized and uniformed fashion. I’m very proud of how hard she’s worked, and happy for her that she found a thing that is all her own. Expect about 4-5 comics concerning her derby adventures.

Darlin’ Don’t You Go And Cut Your Hair

BIG BIG BIG BIG NEWS! 
Today, HijiNKS ENSUE turns 8 years old!
(*COUGH! COUGH! Obligatory links to Patreon, donation page and wishlist *COUGH!)

Also HijiNKS ENSUE is ending. Read more about the end of HijiNKS ENSUE and the new comic project I am starting in June HERE.

With this comic ending, I wanted comic Joel’s haircut to reflect my own for the last leg of the journey. At least, that’s what I wanted until I drew it and realized it takes maybe 100 times longer and a million percent more lines to draw than his own “hair tusk,” as my friend David Willis liked to call it. You’ll know if I get sick of drawing it when comic Joel just magically grows all of his old hair back and no one ever mentions it.

 This comic is based on two very real problems for me. One: I hate making, hearing or in any way otherwise participating in small talk. I have documented this issue previously. Two: I take off my glasses when I get a haircut, so I have to squint to see what the stylist is doing in the mirror. This invariably leads to me looking like I am HORRIFICALLY PISSED OFF during the entire haircut. So then I sit there, blind and terrified to speak, worried that everything the situation I am in is making me do… is making said situation worse, while having the added benefit of making the person holding blades near my head and face uncomfortable and annoyed. Cool brain, right? Please contain your brain related jealousy.

The third issue of mine this comic illustrates is that not everyone immediately understands how fantastically hilarious I am. In fact, some go so far as to interpret my HILARIOUS JIBES as ACTUAL RUDENESS or HURTFUL INSULTS. I am much better and not saying everything I want to say now than I was 10 years ago, but I still manage to show my disdain for smallness talkings in an incredibly effective manor to anyone who attempts to engage me in the littlest of tiny speech.

I wrote the idea for this strip over a year ago, and when I sat down last night to draw it, I realized some ways in that comic Joel does not in fact WEAR glasses. This sort of undermined my plans and required a bit of a reimagining of the problem at hand. I should point out, should she ever end up reading this, that my current stylist is the first person to ever cut my hair that I actually enjoy talking to.