Protractor Addict

I have hit rock-bottom. Heart and stomach throb with vengeance. Temples gorge with aggravation, anguish, bruising my face with their fury. Why, I ask fate, why has this happened to me? The first I laid eyes on that transparent protractor, it seemed so harmless, so friendly. Blue smiles and a helping hand. Never did I think it would be my crutch! Now, after months of straight-edge binges, my occasional comfort has been taken away from me: and I finally realize just how reliant I am. It was always close at hand, simply a walk to my office away, for the easiest of illustrations to the most meticulous kind. That protractor was my fix for cravings of straight lines. It never failed me, always brought me peace of mind. I soon became complacent. I thought the magic my protractor made would never disappear. Nothing has prepared me for this day, this intervention, that I would lose my tool for perfection. My desk was emptied, the drawers overturned. Even my folders have been ransacked. But alas! It remains missing and my mind is torn in two. I have truly hit rock-bottom.

That is, until I buy a new one. Apologies for lack of comic, as I had planned, for today: without my protractor a decent strip is hard to make! I hope this melodramatic monologue and doodle of terrible composition makes up for it. -Uly

Tea For Two

Commissioned by my friend, Jamie, and too entertaining to not put on Uly's Comics.

Vermin With A Vengeance

  

Today my windows got replaced. The workers broke our old windows out of the wall and carried them off while a gaping hole brought a whole new meaning to the words "do you feel a draft in here?". Sure enough, soon as the workers did, bugs discovered the entry to Bug Narnia: my kitchen.

Happy Birthday, Jamie!

Shout-out to Jamie, one of my best and oldest friends, whose birthday is today and who now lives miles away in the big city. Good luck with school, senpai, and don't forget your friends back at home! Especially this ol' cloister!

Monochrospastic

Title of today's comic is an unholy matrimony of the words "monochromatic" and "spastic". All my favorite outfits (pictured above) are one color: and that color is always black.
I do have an entire closet and dresser full of colorful, "upbeat" clothing, but as hard as I try to wear them all I always gravitate back to black.  (Cue Winehouse, AC/DC.)
I should mention I love minimalism.

The Creative Process

Writing is easy as opening a vein. That being said, I'm convinced us writers are all some level of masochist.

Feel ALL The Things!

Appreciative nod towards the maker of "Hyperbole and A Half", whose blog I wasted more hours on than I should, for inspiring today's comic's title.
On another note, many appearances in this one! Let's get started.
Second panel, clockwise from 12: friends Nick, Kyle, and Mike.
Fourth panel, left to right: friend Jacob, bff Willow.
Sixth panel: sister Amanda.
Hope I captured everyone! Especially you, Nick, Mike and Jacob. Your guys' facial hair was a pain.