Better be careful there, Cornell. You’re hovering awfully close to actually giving this comic an actual plotline. And now, to distract you from my having nothing interesting to say, here’s some Baujahr fan art by the amazing Insane Layne[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
We’ve reached the wondrous weather of the year that causes your Captain continuous sinus headaches and misery. Good times. I’ve got myself on various sorts of pills and caplets and supposi— Oh. No. Not that last one. Meanwhile, despite all that,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Actually, as they float into the air, it looks a bit like they’re doing the Lambada. LamBaujahr? Whatever it is, I can only assume it’s forbidden. I spent most of today playing around with the newly released Kindle Comic[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Nice one, Captain. Finally get a female lead in this strip, and you’re already making fashion jokes. Well played, sir. Yes, that’s right. One of the things I kind of decided on when going into this new storyline was that[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Knock-knock. Who’s there? Interrupting rock. Interrupting ro–? And now we know how that joke ends. Life is learning, kids!
The safe money is on Nikola Tesla to take it, amiright?
Seriously, guys. You want to hear some Savage Garden next? How about a round version of “Flagpole Sitta?” Yes, we’ve finally got the boys back (er… Backstreet’s back, all right?), which means we can stop talking about where we’ve[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Look, it’s very apparent that I do not got rhymes like Abe Vigoda. But I also didn’t force a lousy Barney Miller spin-off on you, so count your blessings, man. If it really bugs you that you’re not seeing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Tastes good on all this rehash, amiright?? Yes, kids, we have finally moved on from the mushroom huts and more filler than you’d find in your average hot dog (seriously, I must be starving to death with all this food[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Meaning, yes, it may’ve felt like it took forever, but we’ve finally reached The End, the REAL end, to Baujahr’s trip into nostalgia with the Früms. We milked… er… juiced it for all it was worth, and then some. But at least[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
