So What’s the Deal With Amberjacks?

Arugula Day is an excellent tradition in Boxville.  Every year on March 21st, we honor the noble arugula by steaming lentils, hanging harmonicas from our gutters with kite string, dressing our dads in barley, making Dirtmen out of sod, and depositing sacrifices of leafy vegetables into a dumpster behind a White Castle (or similar establishment).  The amberjack is the official fish of Arugula Day because of its chivalry, erudition, and (perhaps paradoxically) its well known lack of any associations with arugula.  On this grand Arugula Day, here are some facts about the amberjack that everybox should know:

1. The Amberjack is a member of the family Carangidae.
2.  It lives in the Atlantic.
3. Plays bongos.
4. Amberjacks can fly, but they don’t because…eh.
5. Juveniles are called pilot fish.
6. Geriatric individuals are called plarns or floops.
7. It has stripes.
8. Drives a sweet Bonneville.
9. Cannot qualify for a boat loan but makes up for it by being an awesome fish.
10. Amberjacks love Tom Petty.  Love him.

Appreciate an amberjack today!


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52 Weeks and Forging On

I now have one solid year of strips completed and ready for publication.  Before we started, I was able to build up quite a nice backlog of strips.  This relieves a lot of pressure on myself, a demonstrably lazy man.  I don’t have to draw a strip every week, and I can spend more time making things look really nice.  I know you’re going to enjoy what’s to come!  Thanks for reading.

Now: what do you want to do when we reach our year anniversary?  Do you want a Talking Boxes collection?  Do you want mousepads?  Should I hold a contest for which I will get a TTB tattoo if some hopeful goal is met?  Let us know.

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Hallow Your Ween!

We’ve got a four-day block of non-stop Box rock coming your way for All Hallows Eve/Día de los Muertos!  Keep an eyeball peeled, everybox; I drew some Halloween stuff just for you.  We’re going to try to do some regular holiday things around here.  Also, I have a book coming out before the end of this year!  It’s not a Talking Boxes book, but I know you want one of those, don’t you?

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Art Drop Day: September 2nd

Get psyched! We’re going to be participating in World #ArtDropDay! I’ll hand draw and sign a Talking Boxes strip and hide it somewhere for you to find. Then I’ll take a picture of it and post it here and on Facebook with the hashtag ArtDropDay. Whoever finds it wins bragging rights for eternity – not to mention you get to keep a signed TTB strip! Keep your eyes peeled. 

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We get lots of questions here.  We get emails and texts.  Telegraphs.  Missives hand-delivered by a guy on a horse. (It’s always the same horse but a different guy.)  People seem to be having a hard time wrapping their heads around what we’re doing here, so I thought I’d do a little PF (Preguntas Frecuentes) to clear things up.


1. WAT
IKR?  lol

2. Who was phone?
Gary Cole

3.  Are the Boxes actual containers?  Do they have anything inside them?
They are containers in the same way that your TV is a container for television.  They contain all new episodes of your favorite cancelled shows.

4.  What are the Boxes made of?
85% Gypcrete, 15% Information Age Polymers.

5.  Will there be Talking Boxes shirts?
Yes.  In fact, I will design a TTB shirt especially for you!  Contact me at and let me know what you have in mind.  This is for real, by the way.  Write me, and we will design a Talking Boxes shirt together.

6.  How do the Talking Boxes speak if they have no mouths?/How do the Talking Boxes know English?
I don’t know, man.  I blame wizards.

7.  Durazno or melocotón?

8.  Where do the Boxes live?
Boxville.  Convenient, huh?

9.  Who would win in a fight between Box One and Box Two?
Box Two would bring strategy to the equation.  Box One is a crazy street brawler.  It’s anyone’s fight.

10. What was that recipe again?
Box One’s Bang-Bang Salami Slalom
1 pound ground salami
1 1/4 teaspoons cardamom
1/4 teaspoon ground coriander
1/2 cup chopped bouillon cubes
1/2 cup chopped plums
1 egg, lightly caressed
8 ounces canned diced eggplant with juice
1/4 cup snap peas
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.

Mix all ingredients well and place in a baking dish. Shape into a shoe. Bake for 1 hour.

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A Hickey on the Neck of Life

Hello, everyone.  Ryan here.  I wanted to take a little time out from our usual tomfoolery to honor the life and work of Robin Williams.

There are millions of funny people in the world.  Not one of them was ever or will ever be anything like Robin.  He was a million miles above the pack – somewhere out in space – at a level of style and versatility that I doubt we’ll ever see again.  Everything he did was original.  Everything he did was him.  

I remember my first time hearing A Night at the Met.  Simply put, I was blown away.  I had never heard anything so funny.  Here was a guy taking these huge, fearless swings at everything and knocking the hide off the ball every time.  I couldn’t believe it.  I wanted to be funny like that, but I knew I couldn’t be.  I grew up reading The Far Side, Bloom County, and Calvin and Hobbes and listening to Bill Cosby on tape.  These shaped my humor because they were what I aspired to.  They seemed attainable.  I thought, “I can pull that off.  I can be as funny as that.”  But I knew there was no aspiring to Robin Williams.  He was so bravely himself and his energy was so unique that I knew trying to live up to it would only leave me feeling bad about myself.  There’s just no way to be that funny or that interesting unless you were Robin Williams.

I don’t know what happened.  He must have been in terrible pain.  His loss is a tremendous shame, and so is the fact that he struggled the way he must have.  He deserved every last bit of admiration he got – from fans who loved his work to co-stars who loved working with him – and that’s why we’re going to remember him so fondly.  It’s why we’ll miss him so much.

As Mork, Robin Williams said he wanted to be “a hickey on the neck of life.”  This has incredible power for me.  He didn’t want to be a black eye or a cigarette burn.  He didn’t want to be a scar.  He wanted to be a suck mark left in the throes of passion.  He wanted to be a mark of love so livid and telling that we’d be embarrassed by it – as embarrassed as we were excited to receive it.  In this, he undoubtedly succeeded.

Thank you, Robin Williams, for your love, your zeal, and your little spark of madness.  You have made our lives that much more extraordinary.

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