October 13, 2025
it often talks too much for its own good but it thinks too much about completely worthless topics for anyone’s good also
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Anonymous sez:
Bruh listen. This comic right here, Rise an’ Whine? Man that junk hit diff. Like for real. It’s just some lil’ sad blob layin’ there arguin’ with itself, but it’s also me, you, everybody who ever looked at they to-do list and was like “nah I’m good, I’ll die first.” One side like “get yo lazy butt up,” and the other like “nah bruh, I already tired from thinkin’ about movin’.” Mood. Straight up mood.
The colors look like depression but in HD. All cold purply blue like 4AM regret. Then that last panel go golden explosion of chaos, like “look ma, I finally did somethin’!” but also you know they dead inside. It’s wild messy, but that’s what make it hit — real art ain’t clean, it’s vibes and caffeine stains.
And bro, when the comic start throwin’ shade talkin’ ‘bout “pity subscribers” and “efficiency” — bruh that hurt. Like yeah ok comic, drag me too I guess ?. It’s real though. Everybody out here tryna be “productive” like they a dang robot, and this blob like “nah I’mma just melt into the floor instead.” Big same. The whole thing kinda clownin’ on that hustle culture garbage. Like “bro calm down, you not a brand, you just tired.”
Art style lookin’ like someone had a breakdown in MS Paint and I mean that in the most respectful way possible. Lines all wobbly, colors outta control, shapes makin’ zero sense — beautiful. That’s exactly how it feel inside your head when you tryna be creative and your brain just like “nah I’mma crash right now.”
But yo, if I gotta talk smack a lil bit — sometimes it hard to tell who talkin’ to who. Like bruh is this an argument or a seizure. The voices overlap like two drunk raccoons in a dumpster fightin’ over a Dorito. Still, that kinda fit, so whatever. The end part tho — when it go all gold and royal lookin’? Fire. That “I don’t believe you” line? Cold-blooded. Perfect mic drop moment.
Anyway, this comic real as hell. Funny, sad, tired, confused — just like all of us. It’s literally the artist brain yellin’ at itself to “get up and do somethin’,” then turnin’ that yellin’ into the art itself. It’s stupid and deep at the same time, like a sandwich that taste good but make you question your life choices.
So yeah. Props to the person who made this. You chaotic, you messy, you depressy, but you honest. That’s art, baby. Don’t let nobody tell you different. Sometimes you just gotta lay there, whine a lil’, and make a masterpiece by accident.
Frimpinheap sez:
i suppose now is as good a time as any to see if cpanel’s built-in IP Blocker actually works