145. The Last Post

This is the last post I will be adding to comicsbywill. It's time for a more professional site that I can better use in my search for jobs and opportunities. Fear not, I am still publishing The Sun Also Shines on the Moronic. It's now located here.
This is an example of the new direction I'm taking the strip. On this blog, it reads as number 145. At its new home, 'Artwork by Will,' it will be number 001. I'm starting the whole thing over one more time. I've learned a lot in the past two years - about comics, about art and about life in general - all of which, I hope, will help me take 'Artwork' (and eventually a home site just for The Sun Also Shines), into the professional realm.  Please subscribe to my new blog (you can sign up for email too!). I promise to be a much better web master for this one and provide a more constant flow of updates. So keep checking the new blog!  Thanks to my select group of fans! Here's to hoping your numbers swell with the new blog.  Peace!

Will

143: A Meaningful Dialogue at the State Capitol

So here's what's been happening.  State of Hawaii is trying to pay its bills and is stripping everything to find out where it absentmindedly left those million dollar lumps of money lying around.  Unfortunately for UH, some of those lumps have been in use in order to run the Chartered Student Organizations (CSOs), which include such unimportant things as student government, the radio station and Ka Leo, the campus newspaper.  As of now, thanks to a general outcry by anyone motivated enough to submit testimony , the main offender, Senate Bill 120, has been stripped of language that covers the CSO special and revolving fund.  Yay! But there are more bills in the House that still do basically the same thing as the original SB120 did. For more info, visit:
http://www.kaleo.org/multimedia/two-down-three-to-go-1.2477918
Which explains some of the bills still on the table, as well as:
http://www.kaleo.org/news/senate-bill-120-aims-to-gut-uh-and-state-funds-1.2461912
http://www.kaleo.org/news/uh-state-officials-testify-against-senate-bill-120-1.2466920
http://www.kaleo.org/opinions/save-our-school-oppose-senate-bill-120-1.2461939
Which explain some of the history behind this issue.

Peace.

142. The Long and Grinding Road

First comic of the new year is about road paving.  Hope you enjoy it.

141: The iBorg

A very special "The Sun Also Shines on the Moronic" that has been submitted to the annual Student Affairs College Cartoon Contest.

Holy balls! There's a monetary prize for the three best comics! Sweet!

Theme for the contest is: "Technology and Campus Life."

They have the same theme every year.  Usually I hate doing technology related cartoons.  Technology is usually cool, not stupid.  Stupid things are easier to make cartoons about.

This year, I received inspiration for this comic, but I only received it a short while ago.  The deadline for the competition is today; Friday the 10th (it's still Friday in Honolulu).  I submitted this cartoon 30 minutes ago.  Talk about cutting it close.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it! (Don't sue me, Steve, fucking, Jobs).

140. For You, Our Review of Paranormal Activity 2

This is a completely true story in every single aspect possible.
The movie features a haunted poopy, the movie is, itself, a heaping pile of poopy, my short friend Jane does have rabbit ears, I am actually ginger and Davin is, in fact, an ogre - though a very refined one.  Additionally, the Maniacal Mime Mob did, actually, sit behind us in the theater.

139. The Fever

It's been awhile since the last post; such is the busy life of the E.I.C.  At least you get a double-dose of win with this one.
I miss doing comics an incredible amount - they're so much more fun to work on than running a newspaper.
In honor of the one, the only, Justin Bieber showing up at the N.B.C. arena in Honolulu this Friday and Saturday, here's a strip that chronicles the horrendous fever this bio-terrorist / child-pop-star-sensation induces upon even the most unlikeliest of people.
Naturally, I don't listen to the music at all, and shun all those who do as they are, most certainly, witches, or aliens, or both.
One last thing for the search results: bieber fever.
Peace out.

138. The Secret Weapon

137. The Steak and Egg Burrito

Yesterday and the day before I was able to do something amazing.  That is, hang out with an old friend I hadn't seen in two years, except over teh interwebs, here in sunny southern California.
Though the majority of our time was spent in a rushed attempt to reclaim the lost two years of our shared college experience in a mere two days, we still managed to write a comic together, without even trying.
Josh, as you may call him, used to make comics for me during our freshmen year and I, in return, would publish them in Ka Leo.  His comics were the best the paper's ever had.  I wish I could get him to reveal his ideas, or at least the way his mind works, to me, build a time-machine and then make his comics before he did - just like any good friend.
Just like during our collaboration comics for QuarterDown, he was funnier than me. But since he owed me money for beer, he said I could make a comic out of this little conversation we had.  And here it is. Enjoy.

136. For He Was Eaten By A Fish

I would just like to say that no children were actually eaten by giant koi during either the making of this strip or the time I spent watching children at the actual elementary school I worked at this summer. Well... almost no children.

135. Die Spock, Die!

I think I love the last panel of this comic more than my firstborn child, and that's not just because I don't have any children.

I like everything about it, from it's bones; a re-vamped background I did for a Quarterdown comic, to the nervous system; the incredibly sexy tones I added, to the muscle and fat; a distressed commander Spock being chased by a crazed, unicorn-riding treasure hunter, to it's epidermis; the laser and its warm, divine glow. 

I don't mean to pat my own back, but damn that is an awesome panel.  The rest of the strip can die in a fire for all I care - just so long as that last panel never, ever leaves my side.

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and dispair

134. I Have No Reason To Put On Pants

133. The O's Have It

See, the cigarette reference makes more sense now (see previous entry).

132. Fiber, Nutrients and Rage

It's amazing what people will waste money on just because of an advertisement campaign.
Cigarettes really are cool.

131. Glandular Momentum

130. The Kids Next Door 2

129. The Kids Next Door

128. Operation: Rabbit Hole

127. Like Children Again

Graduation has a funny way of making people happy and sad at the same time.
Most graduates are elated to have been deemed "successful" by what ever standards they had been judged for the past however many years.  At the same time, a graduation means a step up in the world.
"Bigger and better things" and with that, greater responsibility and a more difficult role in society.  It's actually rather terrifying; a theme any number of cartoonists have explored twice a year ever since I've been in the business.
In an effort to be as different as possible, but still retain something of the importance of the issue, I've decided to examine the sense of longing that accompanies this fear of moving up in the world.

126. Meanwhile, In Arizona

We all know that illegal immigrants from Latin America wear burritos on their feet. Whereas legal immigrants from the same region wear enchiladas. Footwear isn't, like, a cultural thing, or an economic thing - it's an issue of legality.  The governor of Arizona (I think it was her) advised her police force to look out for “illegals” on this very premise! And everyone knows that she knows what the hell she's talking about.

As for smugglers, well they tend to masquerade as illegal immigrants in that they also wear burritos on their feet.  Hey, they're both doing something illegal right? One's trying to make a better future for themselves and for their families, and, you know, the other is pumping millions of dollars of illegal narcotics into our country, corrupting our youth and worsening an already bad poverty line.  Totally the same thing, guys.

125. You Gotta Love Manoa in the Spring

It's true. I'm a fucking prophet.
All weekend and yesterday, I was afraid that my comic would be entirely laughable (which isn't the same thing as funny, damn it!) as we in Manoa enjoyed three straight days of hot, sweaty, sunny weather.
I was saved, though, as today this exact comic happened exactly like this to literally billions of students at around 8:30 AM.  And then again at around 12:15 PM, and also at 3:30 PM and again just now. Seriously. I think I might be God... or at least Jesus? Moses? I'll take what I can get.