Some people may not call Museums and Zombies a gift. These people don't know how to museum. Or zombie. Possibly both. 

It's a comic. Mostly about museums and the awesome, hilariously broken people who work in them. And a little bit about zombies. It probably helps if you have a darker shade of humour. Now that we think about it, that's probably just good advice in general.

We have been busy outside on a construction project and it's going better than I expected as measured in everyone still having their fingers at the end of the day. At the time of this writing, only one finger has been smashed in sacrifice to the 'hammer gods', and it wasn't mine. It was Rocko's. I suspect that this may be due to the fact that he angered the gods by being a Methodist and building a shed over what was obviously an ancient forest burial ground. He disagrees, but it was hard to understand why while he was shouting some rather very un-Methodist like words and holding his finger. 

​Those of us who are CAREFUL about where they are swinging hammers preserve the ability to hold a mechanical pencil. And would then of course use that skill set for drawing a T.rex on the attack! 

Follow these easy steps to draw your own ill-tempered theropod. I am informed that the 'sassy people who still have fingers that aren't purple' should get back to work. I would argue, but it's probably best not to pick fights with people who can't control their hammers. You have to pick your battles.

Catch you later!