08.15.07

	Oral Hygiene. Unlike many other comics lately, this one is not necessarily based in fact.  I haven't pulled out any of my own teeth with pliers yet. But I really can't be sure this won't ever happen. The future is a great unknown. An impenetrable mystery. In other words, I may, at some point in my life, need to do this. I've mentioned things like this to people before. Like one time I was telling annpants! that I hoped I never had to kill her. She of course wondered why on Earth I would need to kill her, and I quickly told her that I DIDN'T. I had no need to kill her whatsoever, and I wish her and I a long and happy life together. BUT. There may come a day when she needed to be killed. What if she turned into some kind of undead? What if she was being slowly and painfully incorporated into some kind of giant alien spore hive-mind, and was begging for death? What then?? Well, I would be obliged to end her suffering. DUH. Unlikely? Maybe. But there are very few things that I would out and out label as "impossible". This comic came from a variety of sources- I'll walk you through its germination: I wanted to take a 20 minute nap, so the dogs all came in and jumped on the bed, then off, then on, while annpants! coughed, talked to them, talked to me, and poked me. I tolerated this for 3 minutes, give or take. Then I sat up and put shoes back on. I don't know why. Then I thought about this messed up dream I had one time where I knocked all of my sister's teeth out. Then I drew this. This is probably why my professors at college always questioned my work process. Why is this head SO big?