Once More Unto The Reach

CRUISE FUNDRAISER: About 60/100 prints are sold and I only have until Dec 15th (9 days left!) to meet my goal of selling all 100. Help me get on a nerd boat and get some neat art for yourself in the process!

HijiNKS ENSUE JCCC3 Cruise Fundraiser print


Here’s a follow up to my previous Jack Reacher comic. 

COMMENTERS: Apparently fans of the Jack Reacher books are upset that once of Reacher’s main traits is his imposing stature and physical presence. This is clearly a trait Tom Cruise doesn’t posses. Is there another actor that you feel was cast against the type of the (already established) character they played? Were you happy with the results?

Don’t forget to check the thumbnail to the right of the main HE comics to see if there’s a new LoFi. I’m updating them more often now.


C2E2 2011 Fancy Sketches Part 2

Ewok Stare Shirt

If you preordered HE Book 2, please read the updated shipping times on THIS PAGE.

Here are some more nice pieces of paper which were ruined by me at C2E2 2011. I hope you enjoy them.

COMMENTERS: It’s up to you this time. I’m still recovering from the trip and am not yet of sound enough mind to… with… stuff. Exactly. So feel free to talk about the convention, or other stuff, or ham. Ham is always good.

A Long Term Commitment

Team Edward [James Olmos] Shirts at Topatoco!

NEW HE PODCAST [episode 78] IS HERE! Hours of extra podcast are HERE for Vault Subscribers.

In case you weren’t nervous about the future of humanity as a whole, please know there are people [REAL ACTUAL PEOPLE] who have signed Billion Year Contracts with a science fiction religion. Now sleep, children. Sleep comfortably in the knowledge that we, as a species, are too stupid to survive much longer.

COMMENTERS: What are some of the sci-fi stipulations of the Scientology Sea Org’s Billion Year Contract? Is there a non-refundable security deposit on your space pod? Do you get to upgrade to a new Operating Thetan level ever two years as long as your account is in good standing?

Writing One’s Wrongs

Today is the 2 year anniversary of “The Experiment.announced it about a week after losing my last “real job” and have been professionally unemployed for the last 24 months. If you were to ask how I’ve made it this long I would hardly be able to supply an answer. I really don’t know. All I do know is that whatever weird little miracle I have accomplished is almost entirely due to the Fancy Bastards that have supported me through this ridiculous nonsense of an amazing career.

If you are fairly new to HE and The Experiment and would like to show your support, please consider getting a book or shirt in the store or making a donation.

This anniversary seems like it should be special, but I know today is no different than any other day in the last 2 years. I have to make comics, answer emails and figure out how to sell some stuff so I can do it all again tomorrow. That’s the prize actually. The fact that I’m not working towards an impossible goal, but rather getting to live each day inside the impossibility.

There’s so much I want to do with HijiNKS ENSUE. So many half started projects, and aborted attempts at creativity. I feel like I owe it to you all for supporting me for this long to give you as much potential enjoyment as possible but there are only so many hours in the week and I am [sadly] still just one guy. I’ve made podcasts, and videos and various other distractions, but I don’t want to lose sight of the reason you’re reading this: the comic.

That’s why, starting next week, I am going to produce HijiNKS ENSUE 4 times a week. Ideally it would be Mon-Thurs but you and I both know I am terrible at keeping a regular schedule. Inspiration hits me at odd times and I have always been a creature of procrastination. Still, I want to give more to those of you that have given me so much. So how about an extra 30-45 seconds of LOL’s in a given week? Sounds like a fair deal to me.

Thanks again for giving me the life I’ve always dreamed of.


[Edward shirts now at Topatoco!]


Can You Dig It?

I battled a serious case of writer’s block today. I had roughed out 4 or 5 comic ideas but none of them ever gelled. Josh suggested I do a fart joke and be done with it. I didn’t want to cop out quite that hard, but as a tribute to my day of desperation and to his flatulent suggestion, I threw one in the first panel.

I’d like to think Isaac Hayes was floating around in some sort of Soulicious Chocolate Funk Heaven, the kind of place where Bootsy Collins, not St. Peter, would greet you at the pearly entrance to the Eternal Life Funkdubious Mothership Spacegasm. Alas, Mr. Hayes was a Sci-Lon. You’d think he could have warded of the brainwashing powers of the “Church of Scientolgy” with his Sex-Machine powers or his ability to “not cop out when there’s danger all about.” (I know the song isn’t about HIM but… isn’t it, though?)

At least Sci-Lon’s believe in a type of reincarnation (it litterally involves a trip to Venus to have your soul refitted with a new “meat-body”). He could already be back. If you see a 2 day old baby with a deep, soulful voice, a willingness to risk his neck for his brother man and just a little more facial hair that you would expect from an infant, that’s probably him.

Ya’ damn right.