Whenever somebody tells me to guard something with my life I ask what's in the bag, because I'm not staking my life for anything less than an iPod.
My Twitter is a good thing to tell your friends to follow. Maybe not your best friends, but like, that guy that overheard you planing a party and kinda had to invite to not feel like a dick. Those are my people.
My name being Rickard other kids used to tease me by calling me "Picard". But I just thought that was kinda cool. Until I found out it's the name of some bald nerd with a gay spaceship!
The original plan with my Facebook page was to create a small army to overthrow the establishment. But it turns out people don't overthrow stuff just because I make a Facebook post telling them they should. So now I mostly just post my strips on there.
Everybody laughed at my uncle for attempting to train murder squirrels. But at his funeral nobody... Okay a few people still laughed.
Lately I've been trying to invent a tweet that will make the reader go instantly blind. It's a ambitious attempt and it's been very challenging but I think I'm starting to make progress. To keep updated, follow me on Twitter.
When I was a kid my psychiatrist diagnosed me with schizophrenia, so you can imagine how I got really paranoid when my brother insisted that I didn't have a psychiatrist. But as it turned out, my brother suffered from a rare case of pre-adolescent Alzheimer's. Also he didn't exist.
I'm better now though, but I'm still uncertain to if my Twitter account is real or a schizophrenic figment of mine.