Who’s staying in the guest room, Adam? you ask, your eyes clouded and uninterested, the tips of your fingers ramming onto the flat glass screen of your cell phone as you casually text your friend back. Religion, I reply, and hold a pose which I presume to be worthy of your full attention, which I will have as soon as you glance up from your phone, which, I presume, will be as soon as I finish the “n” in “Religion.” You yawn and you don’t look up. My back hurts and so do my arms. I wonder aloud to myself, twice in succession, louder the second time, why I chose to pose as a coat rack. You ignore both vocalizations. I wonder silently what the choice to pose as a coat rack has to do with my dad.
We gotta get through this. I am not here to convince anyone of anything. I didn’t actually mean for it to go this way, nor this far, but it did, and it does. It isn’t anything crazy, and nothing you haven’t heard before; but, it’s integral to the understanding of the characters and what pins them to this fake reality created in Island. If there’s a character asserting to be god, then, damn it, we’re going to assess that claim and it’s going to be attempted to be assessed critically. I am physically nauseated by the laziness of writers today who turn to religion for a quick joke at its expense and do not expound upon their claims that its proponents are dumb, crazy, or unjustified. Its proponents are not; and you, religion joke writer, are jaded, lazy, and hurtful, which is a huge crime in my eyes. You gleefully perpetuate harmful effects in a culture comprised of individuals who find identity in the media they like, voice in the characters they enjoy, and self-image in the reflection of the eyes and reactions of others on the receiving end of their new-found sitcom belief system. You’ve done damage to humans. Fix it. People have lost family members to death or abandonment, and the only way they have gotten through the trauma of the experience is to hold close their beliefs, against all odds of the incessant rotation of a selfish world and Sheldon’s bazinga which just compared anyone who believes in god to a child throwing a Tonka truck across a schoolyard. Why in fuck’s sake would you ever try to take someone’s beliefs away from someone for the sake of a joke, or whatever you call the line for which big bang theory’s laugh track is cued.
I didn’t know if I should post these pages on Tapastic; I didn’t know if I should write a post about it. Tapastic is free, it’s creative, it’s fun. It is not the place for bloviation on ontology when it concerns religion, especially when the author is so insistent on atlas shrugging for like 30 straight pages. But, I feel like you guys, the people reading this comic, those who have read it consistently, you… you’ll see what’s going on, and you’ll be fine with it. I think this is fun, and I hope you will, too. I mean, you’ve stuck with me this far. Hopefully I haven’t offended anybody. That was not the intention. Hopefully you’ll stick with me. I understand if you don’t.
Starting tomorrow, we’re gonna do this shit. Thank you for your time.
yo guys welcome back. welcome to the place where we all are, feels just like old times eh. except it doesn't. it feels refreshing, invigorating, other shampoo commercial descriptors. it's 2016 and we'll be reviving old schedule of like 5 to 6 posts per week, excluding fridays.
Let's kick things off by finishing up a conversation that it seems like we've been having for years now, with nate and el. this will wrap up by the end of the week, and we can finally frigging move on already, eh? eh is right.
ho ho ho mother fuckers it's dad again, look at all these gifts i got u. 7 islands. now, some may say i already owed you these islands, that i held back just to give you what you were owed and act as though it was a special treat.
but we know that those people are grinches, don't we. *don't we.* yes we do. these people we call them to ask if their subzero chillibrator is running don't we.
happy holidays, tap fam. you guys are the best AND MOST UNDERSTANDING followers a dude could ask for. i hope you enjoy the pages, hope your halls are sufficiently decked, and your cider secretly has a lot of gin in it. i know mine does. cheers, scamps.
hey scamps it's dad. well it's those times of the year again, the christmas times. we love the christmas times don't we? dec 01 baby. and here I am, donning my festive red octobers, dropping down your collective chimney with a snackpack of goodies:
*a fucking Island every day in December*
that's right I worked hard over Thanksgiving break and I got a whole bunch of new shiny pages for u.
holy hell, you can't believe it.
but shut up because this season is all about believing.
BLAZING IN like a bullet or a train out of a bullet gun or a train gun, island returns like yesterday or something. just like i told you. didn't i tell you this? how much credibility do i have to build for you all to trust me. how low does the bridge have to be to jump when i say the river is filled w/ jello under it. it's not. see? trust me. it's filled with water. don't jump. come read comics with me instead.
anyway so yeah uhh new thumbnail the other day too, shouts to user @leoki (do we... do we do @'s in tapastic?...) for suggesting i make one more in line with the aesthetic of the comic. i like it. DO YOU LIKE IT? door's this way right
ayy thanks man! i hear that nothing gets the kids tweeting/tumbling like fast-paced panels depicting walls of text the size of the characters saying them
Yo what's pumpin' chumps. Just popping in to say Island will be going on a brief "break" from its regular update "schedule" of one page "per day." The most astute of you will realize that I did not put "brief" in quotes, except for right now I did, calm down, let's not get sidetracked.
I'll start uploading again on Monday (Oct. 12). Got a therapy exam on Tuesday, so I know that I won't upload any soon, because I haven't recently. The most astute of you have already pieced this together. The rest of you are Martin Freeman's Watson which is good news for you because that guy is beautiful.
The next scene actually takes place in the book like a week after the table conversation so oh my god it's like you're actually fucking living the book calm down.
welp see you then bye p.s. listen to jesse-davidson's new song lagoon bye