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| Thirty Seven | [[Jeffrey is sitting in a small red car, while Baby holds her pink smartphone]]
/ Baby: I'm sorry I forgot about your birthday, Jeffrey.
/ Jeffrey: That's cool, Baby. I kinda didn't want anybody to notice it anyway. / Jeffrey: After a certain point, birthdays feel more like counting down to something instead of counting up.
/ Baby: Plus I mean if ye ehn't hot a Facebook it ehn't like ye should really expect anybody t' notice yer birthday. / Jeffrey: The nice thing about aging is that as each year passes the world becomes less and less a place you want to live in.
/ Baby: Huh? / {{caption: My escape pod has no steering wheel}}
/ {{mouse-over: Birthdays are like push-ups because they are both more terrible to do as each year convulses painfully into the next.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110531.html |
| I Am The Bee | Jeffrey: Greetings, Weedmaster P! Have you seen any crimes today?
/ Weedmaster P: Man I pretty much am a crime. What are you a super hero now / Jeffrey: I am The Bee! I have come here to remind you that the best way to fight crime is to pay your taces... tax money pays for police officers, and they're the real crime-fighters! / Weedmaster P: Excuse me I have to call my extremely strong retarded coussin who is allergic to bees
/ Jeffrey: AUGH! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME! / Jeffrey: Phew! That was a close call but I've got a feelin' everything's gonna... "bee" all right! / {{caption: Weedmaster P sees a crime every time he looks into a mirror and there is a crime happening behind him}}
/ {{mouse-over: Un-BEE-knownst to The Bee, cell phone radiation is far more hazardous to humans than to bees.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110601.html |
| Brown Recluse Spiders and Tornadoes | FRIG! Half the reason I moved outta Oklahoma was to get away from brown recluse spiders and tornadoes and now we got 'em both up here!
/ What's the other half? / Oh, right. / Hmm... don't you think it's kinda funny that we didn't have brown recluse spiders and tornadoes up here before Wolfman Green moved up here from Oklahoma?
/ Not really, no. / TWO NIGHTS EARLIER
/ Thanks for makin' me feel less homesick, magical bag of spiders.
/ Now I just wish the weather felt more like home. http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110602.html |
| The Revenge of The Bee | Narrator: MEANWHILE AT THE BEE'S SECRET HIVE...
/ Jeffrey: Ugh! I don't understand why every newspaper in the valley isn't "buzzing" about my new superhero identity, "The Bee"! / Tallahassee: Uh maybe that's because instead of writing wrongs using a gimmicky ability you're just running around bothering people about personal responsibility! / Tallahassee: Americans don't want to be responsible, they just want to sue the mall because they fell into a fountain because they were texting!
/ Jeffrey: I'm tired of reading all these stories! How do I play "Angry Birds" on this thing? / {{title text: Whoever said 'Time you enjoy wasting, was no wasted' obviously never played Angry Birds}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110603.html |
| Better Than This | [[Jeffrey sits on the ground outside with Weedmaster P standing behind him.]] / Jeffrey: Man I feel like a chump
/ Weedmaster P: Is that maybe because you're a gigantic chump / Jeffrey: I feel like I'm just wastin' everybody's tome be getting them to read shit I make up, when there's hundreds of years of shit out there that's way better than anything I could ever possibly come up with. / Jeffrey: Someone could spend every waking hour of their life reading better shit than mine and die 1,000 years before any shit I made even popped up.
/ Weedmaster P: Are you actually talking about feces I don't understand / {{alt text; History will see Overcompensating as slightly less good than all of TV Guide.}} / {{under text; Just kidding, people are gonna be reading Overcompensating for at least 50,000 years}} / {{title text; Better Than This}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110606.html |
| New Cryptids on the Block | Jeffrey: Ugh! I'm tired of there not being any new cryptozoological creatures!
/ Baby: I'm TIRED OF EVERYTHING! / Jeffrey: I think the last decent cryptid they came out with was the Mongolian Death Worm and how dumb was that thing?
/ Weedmaster P: Can't even ride that thing on account of it being so tiny / Tallahassee: Jeffrey, half our friends are mythological monsters.
/ Jeffrey: Yeah but minotaurs and wolf-men are yesterday's news! We need to think of new things! / Weedmaster P: What about a horse that sings
/ Baby: Kittens with wings! / Weedmaster P: What about a singing horse that can jump super high
/ Baby: Kittens with wings that scare away witches! / Weddmaster P: What about a singing high-jumping half lion half horse that is racist. I mean a ghost. Where did that even come from / {{caption: Racist ghost, the horse ghost who is a racist}}
/ {{mouse-over: Half kittens half puppies that only show up in grainy, zoomed-in screencaps.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110608.html |
| Are They Sad | [[Joanna sits on the floor]] / [[Jeffrey scratches his head and addresses Tallahassee]]
/ Jeffrey: Do you ever think it looks like they're sad because they can't talk? / Joanna: SHUT UP / {{caption: Sometimes I wonder if cats aren't basically vegetables}}
/ {{mouse-over: What if your cat could talk but all its political opinions were the opposite of yours (wrong)? http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110609.html |
| Scary Yet Believable | [[Jeffrey sits at a desk, drawing]]
/ Jeffrey: Coming up with new cryptids is hard! It's a delicate balance between scary and weird.
/ Weedmaster P: Whaaaaat / [[Jeffrey's drawing is a three-eyed, winged monster, sorounded by hearts, named Bieber]]
/ Jeffrey: You want it to be not so weird that it isn't believeable, like how it's kinda possible that there's a Bigfoot. As far as being scary, it should be scary, buy only scary at night. Not scary during the day, though, like how The Shining is. / Weedmaster P: But The Shining ain't scary it's just weird and boring
/ Jeffrey: No, you just think that because you aren't very smart.
/ Weedmaster P: Star Wars is the scariest movie. All those ghosts
/ Jeffrey: What? / {{caption: All those white ghosts controlled by that huge scary black ghost}}
/ {{mouse-over: If your cryptid can fly it needs to have wings, that's why nobody really believes in Superman like how they do Mothman.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110612.html |
| Cryptid Search 2011 | [[In the TopatoCo warehouse; Jeffrey is holding a meeting with Lucid John, KC Green and Paperklip]]
/ Jeffrey: Ugh, all my cryptid ideas stink. What do you guys got? Turn in your sheets. / [[Jeffrey reads from a sheet]]
/ Jeffrey: Banana Bear... The Forest Snake, Long-Necked Mike? Count Chuckles? Reindeer Goat, Bronto Bison, The Sunderland Snuggler, Math Bird, Weed Ape, The Seventh Sister? Spydah Ballah? The Fake Butler... Mr. Whispers? / Jeffrey: What's Banana Bear?
/ Lucid John: A night bear that leaves poison bananas.
/ Jeffrey: The Sunderland Snuggler?
/ KC Green: Don't ask me man, I don't know who that is.
/ Jeffrey: The Fake Butler?
/ Paperklip: Are we being graded on this? / {{Text below strip}}
/ It's not technically grading if it's an employee evaluation / {{Title text}}
/ Mr. Banana Grabber was sick that day. http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110614.html |
| The Carnival in the Mall Parking Lot | Weedmaster P: Oh man have you been to that carnival down at the mall parking lot.
/ Jeffrey: What?! No. Ugh. / Weedmaster P: There was this contest where you go into a dark chamber full of corn and you had to grab as much of it as you can in 45 minutes. And I won. / Trophy: CORNGRABULATIONS http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110617.html |
| A New Compound | Jeffrey: All right, I think we're finally almost done finished moving in to this new secret compound.
/ Weedmaster P: EXPLAIN TO ME AGAIN WHY WE NEED A SECRET COMPOUND / Jeffery: I just explained it to you yesterday! Every day I have to explain to you what's happened in the last week!
/ Weedmaster P: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PAST WEEK WTHOUT YOU EXPLAINING IT / Jeffery: You notice things. You observe things and you remeber them in your mind.
/ Weedmaster P: PLEASE JUST EXPLAIN IT I'M SCARED AND CONFUSED
/ Jeffery: All right, fine... to be continued... http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110629.html |
| Step One: Put in a Bid | {It all started with an observation...}[Scene Description] /
/ Jeffrey: I'm tired of not being clear on where exactly we all live. We need
/ to grow up and buy a compound.
/ Tallahassee: But.... No... /
/ Jeffrey: I'm sorry Tallahassee but it's time to grow up and buy a sprawling,
/ secret compound for us all and our employees and friends to live
/ within. /
/ Jeffrey: Baby, pull up a Craig list and see if there's any secret compounds
/ for sale / Baby: Here's one for more money than all of us make in twenty years all
/ put together /
/ Jeffrey: Put in a bid for much much more than they are offering.
/ I learned everything I know about buying real estate from a toad
/ that gives me advice in my dreams. / {{ Technically the first step is Yahoo answers but that's pretty obvious}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110701.html |
| Fourth of July 2011: National Treasure | Boy 1: Did you get it, Weedmaster P? Did you get all 50 State quarters in that special holder?
/ Boy 2: GOT IT / Boy1: Excellent. Now we just have to get to the Washington Monument... / Boy1: BEFORE SUNDOWN. / {{HUNDREDS OF MINUTES LATER...}}
/ Girl: Nick of time!
/ Boy 1: That sun is sittin' like a loud-breathin' fat guy next to me on an airplane.
/ Boy 2: WHAT IS THAT THING / Boy 1: Now I just place the quarters here and when the sun hits it just right it'll reveal the secret location of Ben Franklin's magic treasure! / {{17.16 PM. Someone says "WHOOAH"}} / Girl: The beam of light is pointing at that little shed! / Someone: Weedmaster P, use your criminal powers to shimmy open that shed-lock! / Weedmaster P: ALMOST GOT IT
/ GOT IT / Girl: Are those...
/ Weedmaster P: PANTIES
/ Boy 1: My God... / Boy 1: AUGH! Dirty whore panties! http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110704.html |
| Step Two: Obfuscation | Jeffery: Weedmaster P, call up Google and see about gettin' our new secret compound all pixeled-out on the satellite view. / Weedmaster P: How the hell do you call Google? / Jeffery: I . . . don't . . . know . . . / The Disembodied, Vibrating Head of Clango Cyclotron: Just say it. They'll hear you. / Jeffery: Google, can you pixel out my secret compound? / Google: No. / Jeffery: Why not? / Google: *Sigh* Didn't you read the EULA? / Jeffery: No. EULAs are boring. / Clango: That's why you always read the EULAS. / Jeffery: Dang it. http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110706.html |
| Step Three: Be Gone, Wretched Spirits | [[ Underwear-clad Jeffrey is hugging Joanna while a small white ghost haunts the background ]]
/ Narrator: NOW THAT YOU'VE TRICKED THE BANK INTO LOANING YOU THE MONEY FOR YOUR SECRET / COMPOUND AND YOU MADE IT IMPOSSIBLE TO LOCATE ONLINE IT'S TIME FOR THE NEXT STEP: REMOVAL OF / INDIGNANT SPIRITS.
/ Jeffrey: G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghosts? / [[ Jeffrey is at the table with a knife, preparing to play 5-finger-fillet ]]
/ Narrator: SINCE MOST LAND IN AMERICA WAS EITHER ACQUIRED THROUGH SINISTER TRICKERY OR BUILT / ON TOP OF THE UPSIDE-DOWN BURIED CORPSES OF NATIVE AMERICANS, POLTERGEISTS ARE AS COMMON AS / AIDS-SPIDERS.
/ Jeffrey: Wait, did you just say AIDS-Spiders?
/ Narrator: NO / [[ A blond, bohemian ghost-removal professional (Guy Fieri) examines an improbably device ]]
/ Narrator: POLTERGEISTS REMOVAL ISN'T SOMETHING YOU CAN JUST D.I.Y., THOUGH- BE SURE TO HIRE / A PROFESSIONAL- PREFERABLY A SERIOUS GUY WITH A CAMERA CREW AND A GOATEE
/ Blond: This here's the Extopolt-a-plasmr 1900XGi Ghost Grabber.
/ Jeffrey: Whoa where'd you get that?
/ Blond: I invented it. / {{Title text: I don't know why I always assume ghost need to look like like [SIC] Guy Fieri, / or maybe I should just be in charge of programming for the History Channel }}
/ {{Under text: A PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE HISTORY CHANNEL }} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110708.html |
| Back on Track | Look, with all this moving business we got off track from our cryptids project.
/ We leave for San Diego Comic-con in one week. / Oh god oh god okay let's focus on the big picture though...
/ Did you ever notice how when you watch an H.D. show on a huge H.D. TV everyone looks like a freshly reanimated corpse? / Holy crap you're right I have noticed that! What was I talking about right before that, though?
/ UH YOUR CAT JUST LAID AN EGG
/ Ugh! All these distractions! http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110710.html |
| Weed Ape | [[Jeffrey is sitting at his desk, looking frustrated. Weedmaster P leans over.]]
/ Jeffrey: Cats don't lay eggs, Weedmaster P. You're just dumb from being high all the time.
/ Weedmaster P: NO I'M SERIOUS COME LOOK / [[Weedmaster P is gone, Lucid John comes up to the desk]]
/ Jeffrey: No! I'm tired of you guys distracting me! I'm tryin' to come up with some new cryptids here!
/ Lucid John: Technically wouldn't a cat that lays eggs be classified as a cryptid? / Jeffrey: No one's gonna believe about a cat that lays eggs. Tell me more about this "Weed Ape."
/ Lucid John: An ape-like creature with an incredible vertical leap that sneaks up on teens if they smoke weed in the dark. http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110712.html |
| Weed Ape vs. Moth Mummy | [[Jeffrey stands up from his desk, does scare quotes]]
/ Jeffrey: It's settled, then. Weed Ape is the new cryptid. Now let's go ceck out this "egg" that my "cat" "laid." / [[Poopmonster sticks his head out of a garbage can, holding a piece of paper, as Jeffrey and Lucid John walk by]]
/ Poopmonster: Weed Ape ain't no kinda respectable cryptid, bub. Chec out this pamphlet I made for Moth Mummy.
/ Jeffrey: I ain't got time for your pamphlets, Poopmonster. My cat just laid an egg.
/ Poopmonster: Whaaa?! / [[Joanna and Baby are standing next to a basket that contains a glowing white egg with green spots (like a Yoshi egg!). Joanna and the egg have pentacle necklaces on, Baby has a crown. A wrapped gift sits in the background]]
/ Baby: Some camel guys just came by and brought us presents. / {{Caption: Oh man I hope "camel guys" isn't a racist term. It just means some guys that rode in on camels.}}
/ {{Alt text: Moth Mummy is pretty good too, she is a mummy who is a moth that chases Laurel and Hardy}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110713.html |
| She Laid an Egg | [[Jeffrey pokes at the large egg while Weedmaster P looks on. Joanna sits next to it.]]
/ Jeffrey: You're sure this egg came out of Joanna?
/ Weedmaster P: I SEEN IT WITH MY OWN EYES WHEN I WAS STARIN' AT HER / SHE GOT ALL PLUMP AND IT JUST SLID OUT / [[Jeffrey squats down by the egg, Tallahassee holds her arms up]]
/ Tallahassee: Isn't Joanna neutered? Did she have grown-up snuggles with something?
/ Jeffrey: I don't know. I don't know how chicken eggs work, much less friggin' cat eggs. / [[Lucid John comes over]]
/ Lucid John: A mature woman chicken lays one egg per day regardless if she has had sexytimes.
/ Jeffrey: What about cats? How do they reproduce?
/ Lucid John: Are you familiar with a documentary entitled Gremlins? / {{Caption: Weedmaster P has these staring sessions with Joanna. I don't officially approve ot it.}}
/ {{A buttcat must have grown-up buttcat snuggles with another buttcat after midnight in order for the proper mixture of water and magic to spew from the Secret Well}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110714.html |
| Airplane Comic | [[Hand-drawn, on an airplane. Jeffrey anxiously clutches armrests.]] / [[Outer view of airplane.]] / [[Tallahassee smiles reassuringly.]] / [[Jeffrey sheds a tear in fear]] / [[Out the window, an amorous dragon is seen.]] / [[The dragon is seen flying beside the plane.]] / [[The dragon smiles seductively.]] / [[The mustachioed pilot of the plane is quite concerned.]] / [[The pilot tries to escape.]]
/ < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110720.html |
| Wolfman Green and Lucid John Go To San Diego | [[KC Green stands with arms folded, talking to Lucid John]]
/ KC Green: Everyone's in Sandy Egg-Oh having all the fun! / Lucid John: We can't afford the plane tickets.
/ KC Green [[pointing in "Aha!" gesture]]: Which is why I have a solution! / [[KC and John on hill in makeshift airplane]]
/ KC Green: All the extra cardboard and unsold shirts will be our ticket outta here! / [[Plane starts to roll downhill]]
/ KC Green: Yeeehaawww! To the egg! / [[Plane begins disintegrating]]
/ KC Green: Oh no, it's not working! / [[Geese peacefully float in a pond]] / [[Plane crashes into them, KC and John go flying]] / [[Plane dramatically catches fire]] / [[Geese catch fire, fly away]] / [[Front page of newspaper, picture of flaming goose]]
/ Newspaper: NEWS - HORRIBLE FIRE-GEESE PLAGUE THE TOWN / {{Title of comic: Wolfman Green and Lucid John Go To San Diego}}
/ {{Alt-text: I'm sorry as a side-result of my going to San Diego all the geese burned down}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110722.html |
| The Door to the Bathroom | [[The Ministry of Confusion...]]
/ Weedmaster P: Basically it's a door with a wall inside of it that you can't see around and people get all confused and bump into each other. / Jeffrey: How will this work? Doesn't everyone know that in most countries in the western hemisphere you keep to the right?
/ Weedmaster P: Hell if I know but in our trials this thing just confuses the shit out of everybody. / Jeffrey: I'll take your word for it. Install one of these in every public building in America.
/ Tallahassee: Even in airports? Haven't we made them confusing enough?
/ Jeffrey: I said EVERY PUBLIC BUILDING! / {{At Comic Con this weekend I saw a guy dressed as Wario trying to just walk through the divider}}
/ {{title text: They're like how sidewalks work, only even more confusing for most people.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110728.html |
| Ten Days | Ten Days / Jeffrey: Joanna, we're home! We been gone for 10 days! That's like 10 months in cat time, I bet you thought we was never comin' back! / Jeffrey: They been bringin' you food? Where's all your food at? Why's there a tanker truck parked out front with a hose runnin' to the basement? / [[Vermont Pete enters, in a much-soiled jumpsuit labeled "Vermont Pete's Cat Throw-Up Removal" and holding one end of a long thick hose.]]
/ Vermont Pete: That's not a cat. That's a machine that makes cat throw-up. http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110730.html |
| Point/Counterpoint | {{Drawn by Jeffrey Rowland}}
/ [[LAKE HAUS BOAT DOCK]]
/ Jeff [[drinking scotch, Lucid John in background with arms crossed]]: ...and that, gentlemen, is what happens after you die. Any questions? / [[KC Green shoves Jeff]]
/ < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110731.html |
| Kabooom | [[Joanna is sitting on top of her egg]]
/ Narrator: A FEW HOURS LATER...
/ < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110802.html |
| The Secret of the Sound | [[Jeffrey at the computer.]]
/ Jeffrey (thinking): Okay! Now that all these distractions are over, I can get back to thinkin' about crypto-critters! Let's see... Weed Ape... Hat Jackal... Moth Mummy... Ham Rat...
/ Weedmaster P: Hey remember that noise - that was Joanna's EGG hatching
/ [[Weedmaster P's t-shirt "Ham Rat"]] / Jeffrey: Ugh, this thing again? I told you, cats don't lay eggs. I looked it up on Wookieepedia.
/ Weedmaster P: Oh - okay / Weedmaster P: Uhh did you say Wookieepedia or Wikipedia?
/ Jeffrey: What? What the hell's a Wikipedia? / {{Title text: Whenever I get a health problem the first thing I do is I got straight to the experts at wookieepedia.com}}
/ {{Bottom text: Wookieepedia has more words in it than Wikipedia}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110803.html |
| Escape from New Compound | Weedmaster P: Man I'm tellin ya Joanna's egg hatched and whatever was in it is now holed up in sub-basement Oscar
/ Jeffrey: Fine, I'll go look but just so it'll make you shut up. / Jeffrey: What is it, a baby cat? An evil baby cat?
/ Weedmaster P: Man you're the one that found the god-damned cat in the Land of the Dead why can't you believe this part / [[They come into sub-basement Oscar where Joanna and Baby are.]]
/ Weedmaster P: Anyway it's in here wait where did it go
/ [[Baby points.]] / Jeffrey: Whatever it was chewed through six-foot-thick steel-reinforced concrete like it was pizza. / Weedmaster P: What kind of pizza
/ Jeffrey: Fresh-out-of-the-oven on a cool, crisp summer night, washed down with an ice cold bottle of your favorite locally-brewed beer. / [[Weed Ape sits on a tree branch toking. Some Joanna-colored tentacles approach him from behind.]] / Weed Ape (offscreen): AIIIEEEEEEEEeeeee
/ IN LOVING MEMORY - WEED APE - 1986-2011 / {{Title text: Like a piece of pizza that has all taco toppings that a stranger threw down to you at the bottom of a well, the first food you've eaten in nine days that isn't grubworms, washed down with your own waste fluid.}}
/ {{Bottom text: Like a piece of pizza that's been left out all night and there's a civil war going on washed down with warm Four Loko}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110805.html |
| Smells Like Teen Baby Food | [[Jeffrey reads from a sheet of paper on the back of which is "MAN WALKS ON COTTON GIN".]]
/ Jeffrey: According to this 50-year old story written by an illiterate teenager, there are only three types of smells: Hungry smells, sexytime smells, and smells that weirdly smell good but only so you don't want to kill and eat whatever smells like that. / Tallahassee: That's what babies smell like!
/ < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110807.html |
| Extreme Shorts | [[Jeffrey leaps through the air in the manner of some practitioner of extreme sports.]]
/ Jeffrey: Woooo! WOOOO!
/ < http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110809.html |
| Dog Atoms | Weedmaster P: Pop quiz butt dong how many atoms are in the average dog
/ Jeffrey: What?! What am I, Neil deGrasse Tyson?
/ [[Weedmaster P's t-shirt: "Bug dog"]] / Jeffrey: I don't know how many atoms are in anything! I only went to college for a year and a half! / Giant Neil deGrasse Tyson: The most atoms ever counted in a dog were 12.7 octillion atoms, in Hercules, a 282-pound English mastiff!
/ Weedmaster P: Nerd
/ Jeffrey: You're a huge nerd!
/ Giant Neil deGrasse Tyson: And that would make you two turds! I live in a hut... and you two live in a butt!
/ Jeffrey: Nerd!
/ [[Partially bearing out his words, Giant Neil deGrasse Tyson is indeed standing next to a hut, although it is too small for him live in.]] / {{Title text: The hut that Neil deGrasse Tyson lives in has eleventy jillion to the seven quadrillionth power atoms in it and is 6,000 storeys tall.}}
/ {{Bottom text: It is impossible to count Neil deGrasse Tyson's atoms because there more of them every day.}} http://overcompensating.com/posts/20110811.html |
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