Intermission — April 23 — Bigfoot Problems

Posted on April 23, 2026 by Brad Guigar

There are some Bigfoot problems that hit harder than others — and for certain legendary figures, male pattern baldness anxiety isn’t just about looks… it’s about legacy. Today’s comic imagines what happens when one very famous cryptid starts wondering if his myth might not survive a receding hairline.

What I’m Watching: Invincible, JJK, and the Great Animation Trade-Off

I’ve been watching Invincible with my sons, and I’ve got… thoughts.

First off: the story? Very, very good. Genuinely compelling stuff — even though the violence and gore is way past my personal comfort range. I'm not super comfortable with one character shooting another. The stuff that happens on a median-level episode of Invincible is a real challenge for me.

As someone who does NSFW comics, I'm constantly amazed at how perfectly acceptable Invincible is... yet an animated series based on Phil Foglio's XXXenophile would have people losing their ever-loving minds.

Further, it's a little disappointing to go from watching Jujutsu Kaisen (which we're also following at the moment) to watching Invincible.

JJK features jaw-dropping visuals and animation that constantly raises the bar episode after episode. It's phenomenal.

On the other side of the spectrum, Invincible clearly put all of its budget into getting celebrity voice talent. Some of them are very good.

I just wish a few of those Amazon dollars had been spent on the animation. Some of the scenes are pretty clearly PNGs that get enlarged to show an object moving through space, and it's a goddamned embarrassment.

But the story itself is very, very good.

On furloughs and clutter

Posted on October 18, 2013 by Brad Guigar
No one — no one — is happier than I am to see our federal employees going back to work this week. As some of you know, my wife was one of those furloughed as our nation’s “leaders” whipped out their genitals and reached for their rulers. She was off work for about two-and-a-half weeks. On the first day home, she took her nervous energy and cleaned-and-decluttered the boys’ bedroom. On the next day, she tackled our bedroom. By the end of the week, she had cleaned and decluttered every room in the house. Last weekend we attacked the basement. Now it’s cleaner and holds less junk than it did on the day we moved into the house. On Tuesday, I came home and she had gone from cleaning rooms to something she called “deep-cleaning.” There was a new mop in the corner. “That’s for walls only,” she glowered, “…only.” I’m not sure what “deep clean” is, but I’m pretty sure it involves me not being able to find a god-damned thing. I asked her — tentatively — what was next on her list, and she really didn’t have an answer for me. But she kept looking at me… with a strange look in her eye… for the rest of the evening. So there’s no one. No. One. Happier to see the federal government employees go back to work than I am.