A New Beginning

Greetings, Doods and Doodettes!

Welcome to Doodle Doods, the best Blog in the world as long as you've never visited another one! Since this is our first post, I'm assuming that you're a little confused right now, so allow me to introduce myself.

My name is Robby and I'm the official writer here on DD. I started this blog with my best friend William, our official artist and resident grouch. Together, we hope to provide you with a sensible chuckle about the kind of topics that might get you into trouble at school. Don't worry, we're into edgy stuff but we don't bite (usually ^^). Today's comic was just a teaser for what's to come, but I assure you that we have quite a few gnarly ideas up our sleeves.

So here's how this is going to work. Every week I'll write a new and hilarious web-comic for Will to illustrate and then we'll post it here alongside an update discussing our incredibly interesting lives. I know that there are countless of other and arguably better web-comics out there, but we want to do things a little bit differently. We want to foster a sense of comunity here, to make this a place that you'd still click on even if there weren't any funny pictures. Does that sound good to you? I'm assuming it does, since you're still reading.

Anyway, how was your first week of school after winter break?

William and I started the new semester by getting into trouble with the administration because of our chalkboard doodles. Can you believe that? We drew one of our patented cartoon caricatures getting tortured by a demon dressed as a librarian and shushing its victim (I know, I'm hilarious), but instead of getting a pat on the back we were reported to the principal because a girl in our class thought that the woman in the drawing looked a little bit like our History teacher, Mrs Furtado.

We missed our break because of that little snitch. The Principal even theatened to suspend us, saying that she could get the authorities involved because the drawing could be interpreted as a threat. Can you believe that? She gave us a whole lecture about empathy and school security, treating us like we were Eric and Dylan about to join the Taliban.

What's the point of going to History class if your own school is already run by the Gestapo and censoring non-conforming artists? At least she promised not to call our parents if we swore never to do this again. I hate how they treat us like children in here. William was even more pissed off than me, though. He said that he was going to add the Principal to his Curse List when he got home.

Hell, you know what's the worst part? The drawing didn't even look like Mrs. Furtado and I can prove it! Here's a picture I took with my potato of a phone:

See? That could be anyone! Stupid chick just wanted to fuck us over because she's scared of us.

Being into spooky stuff doesn't automatically make you a bad person, but I guess you can't expect anything less from the public school system. To be honest, I wouldn't mind it if someone did actually walk in there with an uzi hidden inside a trenchcoat - not that they would get past the gate now that they check our uniforms like we're in some kind of educational concentration camp.

Today was so stressful that we actually decided to ditch our last class and head to the video store to rent something freaky and salvage the rest of our Friday. William saw that they recieved the Last House on the Left remake a little early so we pooled our unused lunch money to get it. Luckily for us, we come here so often that the owner lets us rent new releases for catalog prices so long as we return the DVD the next day.

I ended up really liking the movie (I know it's a remake but so is John Carpenter's The Thing) and gave it an 8/10. William says that they didn't show enough boobs and gave it a 6, but I think he's just being a dick because I made fun of his Curse List earlier ¬¬.

You see, one thing you have to understand about William and I is that I grew up reading Jules Verne and  he grew up reading C.S. Lewis. I love Frankenstein but he prefers Dracula. Basically, I'm the rational one and he's into silly magical stuff. But having a best friend is something that happens to you, not necessarily something that you choose, so I usually indulge William when he starts "researching" about the occult and browsing the /x/ board on 4chan.

Sometimes he goes a little overboard, though. I remember when he started rambling about trying to manifest a Tulpa to create a thought-form girlfriend. I made so much fun of him for believing online bullshit that we nearly got into a fight, but I admit that he made one good point: if I finally saw proof of a ghost, demon or leprechaun on the internet, would I even be able to tell the difference between that and the countless fakes? I guess not. He says that's why he continues to sort through all these claims even though he also knows that 99% of them are bullshit. 

Well, good luck finding that 1%, buddy.

Anyway, that's it for this week's rant, but I hope we can meet again next week for the debut of our latest Doodle, Schooly McShooty!

Chainsaw Cheers,

- Robby

PS: Have you ever seen Megan Fox naked? Here's a link: Megan Fox Leaked Nudes. You can thank me later.

PPS: William prefers Marilyn Manson and I prefer Rob Zombie (obviously), but we both meet in the middle when it comes to comic-books. That's actually how we became friends, bonding over a shared love of superheroes and vowing to become the next great comic-book duo like Jack Kirby and Stan Lee or Eastman and Laird.