Do you need more web­comics to read? Hon­estly, you prob­a­bly do. I’d be sur­prised if you didn’t.

I wish I wish that I could remem­ber where I heard about this one, but I can’t. All I can say is that you owe it to your­self to read Tiny Kitten Teeth, a new strip on the scene that will most likely blow your socks off—nay, oblit­er­ate them in a cyclone of fun and great­ness. (S … some­thing like that.) If I were more intel­li­gently versed in art his­tory, I could be all, “clear influ­ences this and inno­va­tions that,” but really now. It’s a gor­geous chron­i­cling of an anthro­po­mor­phic cat living in Owltown—Owl­town, where there are copi­ous owls. Why aren’t you read­ing it yet?

Becky Dreis­tadt appears to be the artist half of this two-​person operation—the other person being Frank Gibson, for­merly the writer for Com­bustible Orange as well as other projects with which I am less famil­iar. I really only wanted to make sure that you check out Becky’s other work on DeviantArt, pro­vided that you are not aller­gic to DeviantArt, as some people claim to be.

The gems just keep coming! Can’t wait to see where Frank and Becky take this one. And nei­ther can you.

Link: [Tiny Kitten Teeth]

You’ve been there before, I’m sure. (How can you not, in a soci­ety fueled by caf­feine? Unless you make healthy lifestyle choices, of course.) You’re sleep­ing soundly in a warm bed some­where, and then BAM, Insom­nia is lean­ing over you and poking you in the eye. “Stop it,” you say. “You stupid jerk, stop it, I have work in the morn­ing, you’re a jerk and stop being a jerk.” What does Insom­nia say?

“No.” Keeps poking. You’ve just found a few hours’ free time!

It’s at times like these that you’re bound to run into odd phe­nom­ena, and I’m not talk­ing about ghosts in the mirror or bleed­ing portraits—I’m talk­ing about tele­vi­sion. There is some­thing in programmers’ minds that com­pels them to broad­cast weird, weird stuff during the wee hours, and prob­a­bly with weird reason. Good reason, I mean—good reason.

My weird­est encounter with late night pro­gram­ming hap­pened back in Illi­nois, when I stum­bled upon an episode of Image Union. It’s a pro­gram that fea­tures short films of vary­ing lucid­ity. Bingo by Chris Lan­dreth was play­ing, and var­i­ous people have since uploaded it online. Please try to imag­ine watch­ing this in the middle of the night:

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