I’ve been to and hosted my fair share of many an open mic night. This is an idea I’d always wanted to do in person. I would dress in torn and ratty clothes, glob on a lot of fake blood and makeup and just do a tight-five set of nothing but awful zombie puns.
I just never pulled the trigger on it. Not that I’m “afraid” of humiliating myself in such a fashion. I’ve gone in full costume as a Pro Wrestler and did a solid 10-minute open mic night “promo” complete with awful wrestling puns.
In fact I went to a four-hour long class once fully dressed up as Hulk Hogan. Or it was at least a Hogan-esque character. I just sat in class with my Big Gold Belt and called everyone “brother.”
Here is our Archive of all published Mousebear Comics. Marvel at how terrible the quality used to be (or still is). These are merely cynical musings of two cautiously handsome Schadenfreudes. That’s right, we are increasingly bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
We welcome you to our accumulation of visual historical records organized over the lifetime of Mousebear Comedy. These comics have been selected for permanent or long-term preservation on grounds of their enduring personal value.
