The Misprints

Tim Farron!

You can’t even imagine the havoc a large quantity of steamed sponge can wreak.

Drawing one’s characters as skeletons takes a long time.

Is that so, Hank?

Have you checked yourself in the mirror, Ramona?

Marvel at the beauty as Diego’s digestive tract participates in the ongoing creation of the world.

I believe Diego’s digestive system is taking us on a wood-wide acid trip.

That’s all The Misprints for 2018, kids. We’ll head back to the woods in January. Have yourself a merry holidays.

Covfefe gets personal.

Oh, Ramona.

What we’re really worried about is a no-deal covfefe. Or that covfefe will shut down the government.

Our heroes (may) swing into action.

See 0173 and 0174.

Pray that the outbreak is contained!

I’m not sure if this is about a swarm of flies coming out of Ramona’s mouth or UK politics.

I’m trying a new thing with The Misprints. Because I drop my daughter off at school, I get to work about 25 minutes early. That’s not enough time to do a proper comic. It is time to dash something messy off. So that’s what I shall be doing, for now.

It’s been a long time. Since I’ve been gone, I have not made the book I was planning. I’m still planning it though. I shut down my Patreon. I left full-time self-employment and went to work full-time at the very excellent Worldspan Creative. And I worked with some excellent young people to create a Todd the Toad, a comic book that I’m very proud of. I don’t know how often I’ll be posting here, but I’m posting today. It feels good.