You’ve all heard of Un-birthdays, right? It’s the date six months away from your real, actual birthday. Some people, weirdos mainly, use it as an excuse to celebrate what would be an otherwise boring and forgettable day. Two days ago was the Un-Birthday of April Fool’s Day. What I’m not going to do is play a trick on you. What I am going to do is show you the memorable (and always fun to create) April Fool’s comics that I’ve run over the years.
As many of you know, I drew a comic strip before Welcome to Falling Rock National Park called The Family Monster. In 2004, my then-girlfriend Isis filled in for me on this installment:
Much inspired by Sex and the City (a feminist literary journal, I’m told), this episode set the tone for future April Fool’s Day comics.
The next year, my friend (and underground pop sensation) Andy K produced this masterpiece.
I hadn’t realized it until this was made, but my four main characters fit the archetypes of the four Beatles. Who would’ve thought I had unconsciously re-created my favorite band in comic form? Well, probably everybody who knows me.
2006 marked my brother’s debut as a cartoonist.
He decided to go meta and introduce me as a character in the strip. I asked my collaborators to make April Fool’s Day strips mention the oddness of the occasion, to let the reader know that, beyond the different drawing style, something was afoot. My brother took this concept to its very limit.
A few years later, I was drawing Falling Rock. My friend and partner blogger Nate stepped in. He really knocked it out of the park. Featuring Nixon as a disembodied head was a stroke of genius, to be sure, and it made me wish I could have included it during the strip’s regular run.
I flaked out in 2009 and didn’t find anybody in time, so I drew this April Fool’s comic myself. Since I don’t often draw one long panel, I did that. And since I love those Easter Island heads (moai), I drew them.
My most recent April Fool’s Day entry was done by my friend Ian. Since his dad started an ad agency, and since his dad told all his kids to never go into the advertising business, we naturally came up with this:
Modeled after old newspaper ads, and featuring the name of an old building downtown, it was nice to see how my characters would fare if I ever get the chance to sell out. Believe me, I can’t wait to sell out. I hear snake oil is big business.
Happy Un-April Fool’s Day, everybody! I’ve already had some requests for 2011’s episode, so stay tuned…
As if it being Friday wasn’t good enough, here’s some robots to fly overhead.
Oh, wait. Robots are evil. At least you’re stuck inside today.
Unless you’re an airline pilot, in which case, call in sick.
When I graudated from my crumbling public high school, I went to college. When my brother graduated from his upper-crust prep school, where the students rode horses and wore tweed jackets to class, he drove his pickup truck north to Canada.
His travels led him as far as the Yukon Territory. The only thing that kept him from Alaska was a patch of black ice. When he got back home, safe and sure of what his livelihood would be, he told me the story of his involuntary weeklong stay in Whitehorse, the capital city of the Yukon. Me being me, I turned his story into a comic.
What appears below is exactly how my brother told it to me, with the minor exception of the name of the bar. He never told me the name, so I made it up. Fortunately he escaped his accident with no major injuries, but he was forced to wait in Whitehorse until the necessary replacement parts arrived for his truck.
I originally shared this in a student-run cartooning class I took my senior year of college. Hooray for the internet, now everybody can read it.