Well … 2020 has certainly been … interesting. I am still working on Oreo Cookies [Family Packs at a time, mind you] and to say I am stir-crazy is an understatement. I am … something. So, is it any surprise that the US election is … terrifying?
I cannot guarantee a timely delivery with this product as Covid-19 is still doing a number on many industries that affect independent artists like Yours Truly. It’s … frustrating.
But, it is what it is. I hope you enjoy the buttons. I am off to order a few packs for myself. I am curious as to how gummed up the production/packaging/shipping is lately. I mean, I just received a package that I had ordered in June 2020. As in, I received it TODAY. That’s ok — it was like CHRISTMAS! “What could it be?!” [It was a pair of shoes that are so cool because I only wear cool shoes].
Speaking of Christmas — or Yule — or Hanukkah — Kwanzaa — National Cookie Day — or if you are a poor soul with a birthday over the holiday season [raises hand], Holiday Cards will soon be available!
And the new year will be right around the corner …
If you have an idea for a product, print, or comic feel free to shoot me an email!
His Twitter sparks joy. There. I said it. And I am a better person for having said it.
I normally ignore the filthy rich. I can’t relate to them. Heck, I can hardly wrap my mind around the words, “expendable income”.
Remember this?
I do
This is pretty much how I view Wall Street shenanigans:
But then GameStonk happened:
While I was keenly following the stock market like a Hedge Fund, I saw this:
Is this guy the Everyman’s billionaire?
Yes! Yes, he is.
So … I Tweeted @ him and asked if he would pay my art school student loan. I also shared my age (indicating I’ll die before I even get close) as well as my opinion that art degrees should be illegal.
ART SCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL – EIGHTBALL #7 NOV 1991 – DANIEL CLOWES
I would love to have that loan gone! I would much prefer that I somehow hit big with Regarding Comic and Raging Bunnies and wipe that God forsaken loan out! Alas, I have no clue how to even begin. I’m flying by the seat of my jammy pants at any given moment.
Anyway, I remain hopeful that Daddy Musk will come through. I’ll keep you posted. </sarcasm>
From the sketchbook:
probably should have something more impressive for Mr. Musk.
I am suffering from existential Ennui. At least, I think I am. Or was. Surely, I will be some time in the near future. Just to be sure, I Googled it. The first hit was an article titled: “How to Tell Whether You’ve Got Angst, Ennui, or Weltschmerz.”
Well … “Why not all three?! I *am* an artist, after all. Weltschmerz – there’s a “Fred and Ethel” joke in there somewhere. Alas. (I give to all of you, a dark self-indulgent sigh).
Late at night, I tend to ruminate around in my head and get trapped in my thoughts. And in that 2:00 am alone-ness by the glow of my phone, I am usually surfing the more bizarre corners of the internet. Also, throw in some Pink Floyd to augment the trip. Everything needs a soundtrack.
Between ponderings of life’s meaninglessness, lack of motivation, and knowing I really should fold that laundry, I often wake the house with cackling laughter. Oddly, the dark humor of others’ presented in sardonic meme-form is some of the funniest brilliance I have found. The irony alone gives me the warm fuzzies.
It sure beats yelling at coworkers and/or openly weeping in a parking lot filled with vaping Karens in yoga pants. No offense if you are a vaping Karen in yoga pants – but COME ON.
Anyway, I thought I would share some of the memes that just did it for me.
Who asked ya?
My song list is titled “SUICIDAL DITTIES”
This one hangs above my desk.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
How would YOU color this?
Breathe.
Me.
Still laughing at this one.
Ok. Well, these are the ones that don’t have any swears. It turns out I severely limited my meme options for this particular blog. Is this a symbolic act of what I do to myself in life? (See what I did there?) I share all of the above to say this:
This week Regarding Comic is chronicling the existential crisis of Lance. It’s ok to laugh. ENJOY!
Remember: It costs nothing to encourage an artist, and the potential benefits are staggering. A pat on the back to an artist now could one day result in your favorite film, or the cartoon you love to get stoned watching, or the song that saves your life. Discourage an artist, you get absolutely nothing in return, ever.
Kevin Smith
All year I braced myself to turn 57. Until 4 weeks before I turned 57 when I realized I was actually going to be 58. I then needed a real pick-me-up, yeah howdy.
I have never used the expression “yeah howdy” until the sentence above. It’s a weird time for me. Anyway, I saw that Kevin Smith was going to be at GalaxyCon. I actually called it “GalaxyQuest” until 4 weeks before the actual event. I’m starting to see a pattern emerge here …
I ACTUALLY PAID TO SEE THIS. DON’T JUDGE.
I love Kevin Smith. I like his movies, yes – but it’s his TALKS that never fail to hit me in the feels. I remember watching an interview that turned into him just waxing philosophical. For almost an hour. The primary gist was “Never give up.” And part of it was about not being too old to start.
“KEEP ON KEEPIN’ ON!” — BUDDY CHRIST. PROBABLY.
Well … I’ve already started and wavered – but I’ve started.
So one fine day, Kevin Smith liked a Regarding the Secret Life of Rabbits’ comic tweet! A super hero mash-up, in fact. Yeah Howdy!
As an act of gratitude I made a comic of Sam and Silent Bob.
And he RETWEETED IT!
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
and then it was picked up by some Hollywood website!
AAAAAAAAAAAAA
I went viral for a hot second. I mean, if you consider a tweet getting retweeted by a celebrity and some attention from a Hollywood gossip website going viral. Alas, fame still eludes me. Although, for $8.00 a month Elon Musk will let me have a blue checkmark!
I decided I wanted to meet this man. Kevin Smith – not Elon Musk.
NO.
I bought a “for $$$ get something autographed” ticket. The big day arrived. I cosplayed as … well … you know … That Lady.
Ok, it really wasn’t cosplay. I always look like That Lady. Kevin Smith was in a curtained-off booth, hidden from view. It was all very mysterious. Apparently mystery makes my palms and upper lip sweat. “OH. NO.” I thought to myself, “I HAVE A HAG HAIR.”
*Hag Hair: the thick black hair that sprouts on a person’s top lip or chin when their estrogen level crashes. Usually the thickness of a corded rope.
SERIOUSLY, I CAN LASSO CATTLE WITH THESE THINGS.
My turn! Kevin Smith smiled and extended a hand to shake mine. I looked at his hand. I looked at him. I blurted out a startled, “Oh!” and shook his hand. I am smoothe as silk.
I put “SAM AND SILENT BOB” in front of him. His hands lightly slap against the table.
“YES!” He looks at me, “I remember this!”
ME: You liked one of my tweets and I did this one to thank you!
We seriously stood there exitedly yelling in each other’s general direction. Kevin Smith actually acted as geeked out about the comic as I was over him.
He shared that he had forwarded it to his daughter (the person I was actually focused on back then because – bunny mom) and she apparently found it … HILARIOUS.
I then explained my following grew because of that. I got a fist bump and he put his hand on his heart and said, “I love that.”
So FINALLY we get around to the signature and I haven’t once thought about that ebony serpent poking out under my nose.
He wanted to know whom to make it out to … “Could you make it out to my rabbit, Sammy?”
He put his hand out again. I looked at said hand again. I looked at him again. I blurted out a startled, “Oh!” and shook his hand again.
ME: Ok. I’m going to go cry now.
KS: Awwww. Don’t do that!
But I did.
I came away from this experience with a couple of things:
A. How does a person do as much as he does (podcast, comics, movies, speaking, autographs, publicity tours in general)? Everyone wanting and taking a little piece of you. How does he not lose his mind?
and
B. I never told him my name. He only knows Sammy.
If you wait long enough, everything you hope will happen, will happen. It just requires patience. It doesn’t require money. It requires patience and longevity. If you wait long enough in life, patience and longevity will absolutely deliver it to you.
Kevin Smith Again
Yeah Howdy.
PS. Don’t wait for someone else to make a way for your dream – make your own way.
Compiled by Dr. S.L. Pickerel Department of Domestic Fauna Studies Ohio Institute of Paranormal Ecology
📘 Taxonomic Classification
Described: Pickerel, 2025
Kingdom: Animalia Phylum: Chordata Class: Mammalia Order: Lagomintia (provisional) Family: Menthosauridae Genus:Faolanus Species:crinklii Common Name: Wintergreen Bandit
1. 📝 Morphology & Identification
No confirmed visual documentation exists of F. crinklii itself. All identification is based on indirect signs, primarily wrapper spoor—small cellophane rectangles (~4cm x 2cm), typically crinkled, discarded in clusters or linear trails.
Figure 1. Wrapper Spoor Pattern Crinkled transparent rectangles deposited without nesting, often appearing in toe-print or arc formations. Believed to be a communication or navigation mechanism.
Confirmed Range: Up to 100 miles from the core zone, with sightings in surrounding counties and residential interiors.
Map 1: Estimated Distribution of F. crinklii Dark green = confirmed core habitat Light green = expanded sightings Spoor confirmed in both rural and suburban interiors and exteriors
3. 🍬 Diet & Feeding Ecology
F. crinklii is an obligate monophagous consumer of Wintergreen Life Savers (Mentha saccharata tabularis). No secondary food sources confirmed.
Foraging signs: torn or punctured wrappers
Unwrapping rate: ~2 seconds per unit
Rejection of non-target baits: 100% (Pickerel et al., 2023)
“The subject demonstrates a dietary rigidity unseen in most domestic cryptofauna.” – Journal of Applied Cryptozoology
4. 📈 Behavior & Temporal Activity
Nocturnal and elusive
Peak activity: 21:00–02:00 EST
Observed behaviors:
Repeat foraging at empty sites
Wrapper scattering in known corridors (e.g., kitchen → couch → glovebox)
Zero audio trace
Post-foraging denialism in suspected hosts
“Spoor appears freshly deposited within minutes, often under conditions of complete silence. Witnesses remain unaware until a sudden and inexplicable shortage of wintergreen is observed.” – Pickerel, 2024
5. 🔍 Field Identification Protocol
To confirm F. crinklii presence:
Survey wrapper sites daily.
Photograph spoor with macro lens and oblique light.
Map crinkle pattern density.
Count remaining mints before and after periods of absence.
Do not attempt confrontation. Subjects exhibit advanced deflection and may trigger localized cognitive dissonance (“The Grandson Defense”).
6. 📚 Reference Notes
Pickerel, S.L. (2021). Unwrapping the Unknown: Faunal Markers of Midwestern Mintivores
Pickerel, S.L. & Collins, P. (2023). Cryptofaunal Mintivory: Ecological Monotony in the Domestic Sphere
Pickerel, S.L. (2024). Transdimensional Infiltration via Affection Anchors: The Grandma Effect
🔐 Conservation Status
Abundant. Not subject to legal protection. Local lore discourages eradication. Management strategies limited to rationing.
Appendix A: Visual Evidence of Existence of Faolanus crinklii
Collected and catalogued by P. Collins, 2025 All images unaltered. Locations and timestamps verified.
Figure A1.
Wrapper spoor trail, north/south alignment pattern. Location: Eastern exterior of small farmhouse, Champaign County, OH (May 2025)
Figure A2.
Close-up of single wrapper (~4cm x 2cm). Notable features: pressure-folded edge, leftward twist. Location: Living room, Champaign County, OH (May 2025)
Pure GoldMoo! Moo! Now I want some hay!God’s Country
The neighbors are pretty friendly too.
Mr. Tibbs [I am friends with all 7,334 cats]Deez NutsVery personable chickens… except maybe for this guyIt’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood
Whilst cleaning one fine evening, I gazed beneath my stove and discovered a dead body! A. DEAD. MOUSE. BODY.
DUN-DUN-DUNNNNNNNNN
The scene was horrifying. I mean, what exactly happened here?! Why under the stove? Why under MY stove? Was it an accident? Murder? Suicide?
Whatever the circumstance, my house now has a GHOST MOUSE. As fate would have it, there were also LIVE mice. They were squatters and were pretty active squatters at that.
THIS is why “under MY stove”
It comes with the harvest-time territory: plow the fields, the mice find new digs. Not one of those 7,334 cats offered assistance. Immediately I researched “Mouse Landlord Rights: The Politics of Eviction” and found this:
The CaptSure Original Humane Mouse Traps, Easy to Set, Kids/Pets Safe, Reusable for Indoor/Outdoor use [take breath here] for Small Rodent/Voles/Hamsters/Moles Catcher That Works. 2 Pack (Small)
The following is no exaggeration:
And when I multiplied the above equation by 2?
MR. WHISKERS
MRS. WHISKERS
THE WHISKERS’ NEW RESIDENCE [I wave and yell, “Hi Mr. and Mrs. Whiskers!” Whenever I drive by. Don’t judge.]
To honor the dead Grampa Whiskers (?) [I am assuming he died of natural causes unless there was a hefty life insurance policy involved] I acquired this Grampa Whiskers (?) cast iron door stop memorial. Enjoy the bunny molt and chewed walls as well.
“Rural Home Security” is seen in the corner
SIX MONTHS LATER
The lights began flickering on and off. Sometimes they stayed off and I would have to go flip the circuit breaker to get them on again – only to have them flicker and go out once more. “Where is your circuit box?” I’m sure you’re asking. I am so glad you asked.
Ain’t that some bullsh*t?!
But I digress …
We all know what causes these flickering lights: GHOST MICE. Well, it just so happens I own a Ouija [an Ouija?] Board. For mice. I dialed up GHOST MOUSE.
“Mr. Ghost Mouse, are you flickering my lights?”
The room was silent as the planchette began to move! E-G-R-E-G-I-O-U-S At least I think that’s what it spelled out. The lights were flickering and Mice Ouija boards are really freaking small.
Egregious: “shocking” My god. A message from the beyond! FLICKERING LIGHTS / SHOCKING! Wait … I walked to the hardware store for a new switch and replaced it. And now all is well.
on top of MY stove
*This post is dedicated to one of my favorite comics illustrators, LIZ CLIMO:
Would you like to play a game? No. No, I would NOT. EVER.
I was perusing my email when a familiar “ding” caught my attention. An alert stating that I had requested an email change to one of my shopping app accounts. As you have probably already guessed, I did not. It was WISH. DON’T JUDGE.
Naturally, much of my info, money stuff, addresses, blood types and collected souls were connected to said email. I opened the letter and it so politely showed me the email it wanted. It was basically: ima_hacker @ uvbeenhacked.xyz
Some guy breaking into my WISH app
I kid you not. It was THAT obvious. The cherry on this dessert was this: The email stated that another email was sent to the NEW address and for me to click on CONFIRM. …
Now, I’m no MENSA candidate here – but if you want to ensure that I wanted the change, wouldn’t you send the confirmation link to, oh, I don’t know, THE ORIGINAL EMAIL?
I spent 24 hours calling banks, changing passwords, changing passwords again because I forgot the password I changed it to and I also changed passwords a third time because … well … like I said, no MENSA candidacy here. Oh, and running AntiVirus and Malware detectors a few times.
About to order $300 of Roblox
I was perusing my email when a familiar “ding” caught my attention. An alert stating that I had requested an email change AGAIN to THE SAME shopping app account. This one was Russian. Since I had already changed everything etc etc etc. I just let it sit. I pretend I have a Russian pen-pal and look at said email now and again. DON’T JUDGE.
привет, пенни! Как ваши дела?
Oh, Hai Vladimir! I am fine! Thank you for asking! How are you?
A strange game. The only winning move is not to play.
As one day bleeds right into the next, I thought I’d stop in and say “hi.” hi.
I would now like to present to you, the reader, with my 2020 Working Calendar :
January
February
March¹
March²
March³
March⁴
March⁵
March⁶
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I both finished and started commissions that probably should have been done in March¹. I was not expecting Covid to not only shut down my quaint little burgh, but also my ambition to muster any motivation.
March² was more of the same. Each month of March¹²³⁴⁵⁶ brought something new and horrifying to the table. But I digress.
In moments of mind-numbing ennui, I went down many internet rabbit holes to discover many unknown facts. Whether it was learning about inside rifts of my favorite bands (it’s either money or a pink flamingo)
or finding the X with his future Mrs living in a brand new house on an episode of Cribs And a bathroom I can play baseball in And a king size tub Big enough for ten plus me.
Forgive me. March⁶ has been particularly stressful. I just had a Nickelback flashback.
Anyway, I found this gem:
Things I found en route to finding other things …
Shhhh … she sleeps.
Ok then. Let’s just move on and never speak of this again.
I wanted to still, somehow, stay true to BLUE so although I changed a few things, but only a few, I used #0000FF.
I am currently working on a ruggedly handsome bridge bun named “Thor.” Stay tuned. This one is a pencil and ink work!
I am hoping we may soon see another month besides March and that things unstress a bit. I mean, how can I trade my life for fortune and fame, even cut my hair … and … change my name …
Again. I apologize. It’s been an exceptionally stressful month.
The old man seems to be doing much better! Thank you all for the well-wishes! As I type this, he is devouring endive and pushing Russette out of the way. Well, pushing her out of the way the best he can. She’s a bruiser.
•The Oxbow Joint Support is a big hit with him.
•As of yet, there is no need for but baths. It is just getting his back foot INTO his ear that is the issue so far.
•Aaaaaand he just pooped right . outside . the . clean . litterbox.
He’s tired of my crap.
MINECRAFT
I absolutely love it when I hear from the humans. I love it, even more, when they share their stories, art, shenanigans with me! Veronica wrote expressing her son’s want to share his “RABBIT ISLAND” with me.
Let’s see: Rabbits + Minecraft = SO.MUCH.YES!
Minecraft Obsession
SILENT REFLECTION
May brought more loss this year. The month is always a time of transition but this year it seemed to be moreso than other Mays. A much-too-young friend of beasties (and humanity), who struggled much of their life, left this world. And left us to remember him.
