Sir Reginald Most Certainly Can Believe It's Not Butter

            Everybody in The Spot went quiet when Hamir Mendra walked in the front door. The customers of the greasy spoon—located in a town which, at 4400 people, was the largest in its county—rarely saw an Indian on television, let alone in person. Everybody stopped and stared at the Hindu holy man, with his long white hair, flowing white robes, and black pottu spot on his forehead.

            In the eerie silence of this Midwestern restaurant, Sir Reginald’s booming voice was all the more distinct.

           “BABA MENDRA!” he shouted through a mouthful of beans and sausage and egg on toast. “Good heavens, it’s been years! Come, sit, eat with me!”

            The patrons of The Spot were of two minds about whether they should keep staring at the Indian or at the shouty English man who was eating a plateful of what appeared to be vomit.

            “Namaskar, Sir Reginald! Kaise ho aap?" exclaimed the man in the doorway. “I’ve been looking for you for months!” he said, with such a stereotypical accent that it practically dared somebody to make fun of it

( MMMM!! A plate of sick for Sir Reginald! Read on... )

b

 

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Officially cracking my ass up, even though it's Fuckoff A.M.



( Another Couple I Like Right Here )

That's from Leave It To Jesus: The Adventures of the Living Christ.

The guy who "writes" it is riotmod, AKA Dan Hetrick.

The LJ feed is right here.

Read it like I read your mom.

Wait, that doesn't make sense. I meant to say dad.

Read it like I dad your mom.

b

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In addition to finishing a new Sir Reginald story late last night, I'm about done writing the Reg story that the_crowchan will be drawing.

Her art looks like this sometimes.

I'm so wired about this getting-bigger-all-the-time Sir Reginald art project.
Oh, and I've made a decision about something several people have asked me about:

No, I don't think I'll ever draw Sir Reginald. I think I want his appearance to live forever in the multiple interpretations of others.

benjamin

EDIT: That is neither me nor Sir Reginald in that strip.