** Oddballs is on indefinite hiauts **
“Oddballs” is a monthly humor magazine (or zine, if you will) created by me, Jason Salas.
The best way to describe it is that it is a foray into stream-of-conscious comics – a brain dump of sorts. I hammer one of those maple spouts into the side of my head and whatever dribbles out goes into the zine. It’s humor, yet the exact species of each feature is unknown. It may be dry, slapstick, intriguing, weird, or whatever. Some things may tickle your funny bone while other things may leave you scratching your head. Note: If you have lice, you may scratch your head regardless.
You ask, “Is “Oddballs” for me?“
That depends…
- Do you laugh at fart jokes?
- Have you, either in the past or currently, enjoyed MAD Magazine?
- Do you secretly wish you were able to transform into a small insect so you could live in the cracks of your bedroom wall?
- Are you a reptilian from outer space?
If you answered “Yes” to any of the questions above, then “Oddballs” may be right for you!
Disclaimer: “Oddballs” is not intended for small children or pets, unless you use it as a pee pad of sorts, for either I guess. Don’t consume “Oddballs” if you are experiencing chest pains and/or shortness of breath; call an ambulance. Side effects include involuntary cackling, eye-rolling, or the crunching of one’s nose.
I cannot guarantee that people won’t be offended by anything in “Oddballs” but that’s simply because, these days, some people (not you, of course) are easily offended. For instance, a merman sent me a scathing email about abstaining from depicting sea creatures if I, myself, was not a sea creature. Triggered!
While “Oddballs” is a stream-of-conscious brain dump, I don’t draw anything in my mind. We all have a certain amount of brain sewage that we don’t share with others, no matter how trusting. It’s like that scene in “So I Married An Axe Murderer” where Harriet tells Charlie about how she thinks about pushing someone off a cliff or sticking a pointy object into his ear while he sleeps. Some things are better left unsaid, or, in my case, unpublished.
How do I get a printed copy?
I’m working on that.
Hey, Jason Salas! 