New comic! Wherein Cord has a disappointing World Mental Health Day.

What did everyone get me for Mental Health Day?

Getting no sinus relief after using a nasal irrigation machine thrice in rapid succession is my supervillain origin story.

The cool thing about experiencing an ocular migraine in the shower is that every flash of light you see could also be a soap bubble.

Just gotta accept that I'm not cool enough to get excited about Halloween.

Pretty presumptuous of people with elaborate Halloween decorations to assume they'll never be Night at the Museum-ed.

My latest comic. Wherein Jenkins reveals himself to be a true horror hound.

“I dunno.”
- Me, someone who exclusively communicates in classic Simpsons quotes, being asked what my favorite classic Simpsons quotes are

If the third Sonic the Hedgehog movie doesn't contain a joke about the title character being a "ZOOMER," what's even the point of this franchise?

It is an immovable law of the universe that I have an endless supply of AA batteries whenever I need AAA batteries and an endless supply of AAA batteries whenever I need AA batteries.

I have multiple Twitter followers who *only* like the things I RT, and it’s comforting to know that I’m followed by people with such amazing taste.

Can't decide if I'm too negative to be as delusional as I am or too delusional to be as negative as I am.

New comic! Wherein Jenkins has notes.

Just devoted 10 solid minutes to trying to find a specific image from a specific show to accompany a specific joke before giving up, in case anyone's curious about how efficient I am with my time.

"Fantasy football" refers to a fantasy in which I give a shit about football.

Powering through a terrible headache to make terrible jokes on terrible Twitter.

Anyone curious about how much care goes into my art should know that the nib of my stylus has been worn out for over a year and I've yet to replace it despite having ready access to multiple replacement nibs.

I just wrote a comic that referenced the "Dude, you're getting a Dell" ads, lest anyone doubt that I have my finger on the pulse of popular culture.

Showing my brain who's boss by only acknowledging one out of every three intrusive thoughts.

“No one supports creators like I do,” I mutter as I grudgingly watch a 15-second ad preceding a three-hour video essay.