I have a theory about guitars.

My theory is that a large percentage of teenage boys pick up the instrument because they think "dude if I play guitar chicks will want me!"

The next step is when they realize "crap, this is actually pretty hard to do." Many of them give up at this point or neglect to put in any actual effort, thereby producing the millions of awful guitarists who make walking into a Guitar Center the aural equivalent of a lousy blowjob.

Those few who make it past this stage soon get decent enough where they start writing songs, and maybe even join a band and get pretty good at the instrument. At some point they will all ask themselves "okay, now where are all those girls?"

At this point you're either too invested/in love with the instrument to give up, or you get frustrated and switch majors to Business Management or Communications (you slacker).

I was the former- playing guitar has never and will never get me any girls, but Jesus Christ if it isn't one of my favorite things in the entire world.

Remember how I mentioned on Monday that this storyline would be basically recycled from an earlier comic idea I had? Well it turns out I was wrong. Things are already heading in a completely different direction than anything I was planning, which is really cool. I am curious to see how things turn out.

It's also been a while since I've done a 5-panel strip. Usually I limit myself to 4 in the interest of time, but there was just too much going on in today's script for me to cram it into 4 panels. It's nice not having to limit myself to a particular size or format if need be. I think it turned out okay.

Everyone should go check out Okay Pants if they haven't already. It is very funny and the art is great and its author Julie is super-rad. Let her know if QC introduced you, she'd probably get a kick out of it.

One last thing- Deerhoof is a fucking bizarre experimental pop band that another Julie I am friends with introduced to me. If you like weird music you will probably like Deerhoof. I love them. Panda Panda Panda.

See you Friday!

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