Out of the Box

I have begun a series of comic strips based on the "adventures" of my co-workers. Originally conceived as "The MIS Zone," and then "The IT Zone," I finally settled on "Out of the Box." In my opinion, the artwork is rather elementary, as I've had no art training. I just kind of go with it. I've been able to draw a strip semi-daily, which basically means "when I feel like it."

Thanks to Vern for inspiring fear, or the approximation of it, into James, our culinary exhibitionist. What he actually exhibits is usually the worst lunch each day. James made the mistake once of telling Vern that he could punch him whenever he said something stupid. He may be regretting that arrangement these days.

Yeah, the guy with the bald spot is me. I don't actually have OCD, but I have donated plasma.


For heaven's sake, don't get Wade riled up! He'll pedal his tail off to get his point across. And with that banana colored spandex he wears, you may wish you hadn't upset him when you cross his path.

Okay, I'm the guy with the miner's helmet down in the hole. I'm one of three geocachers in the office, but I've been doing it the longest. I don't really know who the dude with the comb-over is. He's just an extra, I guess.


I never actually witnessed the coffee grounds incident, but there are emails all the time reminding people not to wash their coffee filters out in the ice machine or some equally inane thing. The Jean-Luc Picard-looking guy is also an extra. No one like him works here. Really. Not even Rolan.

We would all rejoice if this actually happened.


James, aside from being our resident culinary specialist, is also a wooter. Woot.com exists. It is the glue that binds.

I'm anticipating an exhilarating round of golf this afternoon, which inspired this comic featuring Vern and Lee, our golfers. They plan to laugh at me while I attempt to look like a golfer.