New Page!

Hey gang,

Not a lot to report this week. I hope you are excited for the new chapter.
Please go over to Top Webcomics and vote for Hominids as it is a new month. Have a great week and I will see you next Tuesday.

Welcome back Hominerds!

I hope the time off wasn’t too painful.

I did my best to keep you all entertained as best I can. Hopefully you watched some of the videos I made. Let me know what you thought of them. I’m planning to make more as a Patreon perk once that finally goes live. Expect to hear more about that in the future.
Until then, thanks to some of your feedback, the website will largely stay the same. Minor differences here and there but it shouldn’t be anything big.

See you next week!

That’s it for Chapter 7 Hominerds!

I won’t be taking nearly as long of break this time but there will be a few weeks missing. This will give me time to lay out chapter 8 and get a solid cover for you guys.

Also, I’m going to be at the Denver Comic Con this weekend, so make sure to stop by and visit if you’re in the area. I’ll be at booth AV367

See you in a few weeks everyone!

Next week is the last page of Chapter 7!

Then the mission will begin to find Icari’s god!

I’ll take a short break between chapters but don’t worry, it will only be two weeks and then I’ll be back on the third.

Until next week Hominids!

Tragedy strikes.

Flashbacks of the Mountain.

No real news this week folks. Enjoy the new page.

So concludes their discussion.

One day my wife and I were babysitting our friends daughter. Our dog had recently passed away and it was a nice comfort to have her around. She kept asking where Alfred (our dog) was. We had told her he had died but she kept asking anyways. She would say that we should go back to our house because maybe he was waiting there for us.

We couldn’t understand it. Finally she came out and said someone had told her that spirits will go into a new body after death, so that they come back. We realized that person was trying to explain reincarnation to her. It was obvious she was told this to make her feel better. She in turn, created her own mythology about how all that worked because she didn’t understand this complicated subject. She thought Alfred would inhabit another dogs body and come racing home. It was tough explaining to her that’s not how it works.

Sometimes I wish it did. I’d give anything to see my dog again…to see the people I know I’ll never see again. I cherish those moments and I wish I could have them again. That’s the rub. I cherish them because I know they are temporary. That’s why every moment counts.

I miss you buddy.