Astute readers will notice a general lack of gremlins in this strip.  Blame Carter.

If this comic looks rushed to you, I have no idea why.  I spent minutes and minutes on it.

Actually, this still took two hours.  Comicin' ain't quick.

I would love to post more, but I have to continue moving.  See you Tuesday.


Nah, I'll be here.

But not for sure.

Just kinda.




That's right, people. It's time for another installment of The Crooked Gremlins Theater.

I'm trying to figure out a way for Paul and I to both have posts on each comic, but it's surprisingly difficult. In the meantime, my posts will continue to appear here on the front page.

I found myself in Hollywood last night, and I was caught in the difficult position of explaining the "blob" from the previous continuity. My friend was, of course, referring to the Dick Golem. I did my best to explain it, but I didn't really have the faculties to explain the reasons we had for manifesting a mythical protector made of ding-a-dongs.

Also, as long as we're reaching back into the annals of Gremlin history, I think it's worth mentioning that this film was, honestly, the inspiration for the Mustache Chronicles. More specifically, it was the facial hair that Damon is sporting. I remember seeing publicity stills for this thing over a year ago, and those memories sat safely forgotten until tonight, when I saw the hairy lip against a huge yellow background and proclaimed: "Stache! Damon!"

I received blank stares from the others in the car.

I'd like to take this opportunity to reinforce my cohort's endorsement of Girl Talk. Go to the website and pay money to download Feed the Animals. If you like music, you will be pleased.


Hey guys! You remember me, right? Yeah, I'm one of those dudes who promised you a minimum of three panels of Gremlins thrice weekly.

You might know also know me as the guy who comes out and apologizes when we're not able to hit our deadline. I like to think that I'm a little of both. Or some whole integer fraction thereof. I don't know; math ain't my strong suit.

To make a long story short: Paul's moving this week and is without Internet. If a "buffer" were the kind of thing we were capable of creating, this is when we would choose to deploy it.

I wish I could make a prediction regarding when, precisely, our regularly scheduled schedule will resume, but I don't want to encourage false hope. Just know that there will always be three new strips a week, and we will do our absolute damnedest to get them up on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday.


As you have all indubidably noticed by now, the aforepromised comic has yet to be delivered. I'm prepared to blame the universe, since wifi isn't yet a naturally ocurring phenomenon, but really it's our fault for not adequately preparing. It's very difficult for two people as fragile as my cohort and myself to be hard on each other about important stuff like deadlines, and sadly you all must suffer to save our egoes from one another.

Perhaps this wouldn't bs the case if you guys were harder on us. But probably not.

The next comic has been written. It is now simply a matter of execution, and I thank you all for your patience.