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Fall book tour: Canada, Princeton, DC, NY Comic Con & more

I'm doing a few more book signings this fall to places that I couldn't go on my first tour. The original plan was to have my second tour be as lengthy as the first one, but because I'm trying to finish my second book and I've got a bazillion other things going on, I trimmed it down to just a few select places.
Books will be for sale at each signing, so if you don't have a copy you can pick one up at the event.

Live web chat/drawing on the Washington Post

Where: The Internet!
When: Friday, September 16th, 10am PST, 1pm EST

What: I'm doing a live web chat on The Washington Post where I'll be answering reader questions and attempting to do some live drawings of your suggestions. Basically I'll have a camera pointed at my hand and I'll draw things you tell me to draw.

The live chat is over, but you an watch the recording here and see how I draw.

Also, here's the files for the drawings that were suggested:
Wizard Pig -- Snake on ice skates -- How people see The Oatmeal -- Llammasaurus -- Gorilla Pig Jumpsuit Thing

Toronto, Canada

Indigo Books
Note: venue has changed to: Chapters John & Richmond
142 John Street
Toronto, Ontario
M5V 2E9
When: Monday, October 3rd, 7:00pm

What: I'll be drawing pictures of Canadians and then signing some books.

Princeton, New Jersey - TEDx

Note: the TEDx event is SOLD OUT, but I'm doing another signing the next day

Princeton Public Library
65 Witherspoon Street
Princeton, NJ 08542

When: Tuesday, October 4th, 6:30pm & Wednesday, October 5th (exact details TBA)

What: I'm giving a TEDx talk at the Princeton Public Library. The TEDx talk has sold out, but I'm doing another Princeton signing on Wednesday, October 5th to accommodate overflow. Details TBA for the October 5th signing.

Bethesda, Maryland (DC)

Barnes & Noble
4801 Bethesda Avenue
Bethesda, MD 20814

When: Thursday, October 6th, 7:00pm

What: I'm finally coming to DC where I'll be signing books and drawing pictures about how our country was founded.

New York Comic Con

New York Comic Con (pass required)
Javits Center
655 w 34th street
New York, NY 10001

Thursday, October 13, 2020 - 4:00 PM - 7:00 PM
(Only open to Press, Professionals, VIPs and fans that purchase a 4-Day Pass)
Friday, October 14, 2020 - 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Saturday, October 15, 2020 - 10:00 AM - 7:00 PM
Sunday, October 16, 2020 - 10:00 AM - 5:00 PM

What: I'll be at the NY Comic Con Artist Alley.

Vancouver, BC

Chapters Metrotown
Metropolis, Metrotown 4700 Kingsway
Burnaby, BC V5H 4M1

When: Friday, October 21st, 7:00pm

What: I'll be visiting my Vancouver neighbors and talking about how Canadians survive on a diet of dirty snow and caribou brains.



In stock: Sriracha magnets and Bobcat shirts

Sriracha Magnets and Bobcats shirts

We're now selling large magnets which profess our love for the condiment to end all condiments: Sriracha Rooster Sauce. They will stick to refrigerators, toasters, and even automobiles. They will not stick to cats, hamsters, or newborn babies unless they are cyborgs.

Dimensions are 5.59" x 4.33" (142mm x 110mm) -- roughly the size of a greeting card or bear claw.
Sriracha Magnets

Also, all of our shirts are back in stock.

All the stuff we were sold out of from our anniversary sale is now back in stock:

Shirts back in stock

And we've still got some Bobcat misprints

The printer who produces our t-shirts made a mistake and the Bob on this Bobcat shirt turned out yellow instead of beige. Rather than just having a giant bonfire of misprinted shirts in the backyard, we're selling these for $9.00:

bobcats misprint shirt

Buttons are still sold out

We had an issue with our supplier and the Bobcat and Sriracha buttons are still sold out, but we should have them next week.



The Bear-o-dactyl takes a smoke break from being awesome

Remember the Motherf**king Pterodactyl? Remember his magnificent offspring?

I teamed up with world renowned illustrator, Sam Spratt, the artist who brought my Tumbeasts to life (as well as a plethora of other awesome things) to produce a portrait of the Bear-o-dactyl.
Painted in the style of Venus of Urbino, I present to you Sam's masterpiece:

The Motherfucking Bear-o-dactyl takes a smoke break from being awesome
The Bear-o-dactyl print

We had these printed up on an acid-free, archival, 100 lb stock and they're sized at 19" x 27 1/4" (48cm x 66cm), so they're significantly larger than my other prints. We're selling a limited quantities of these, and each copy is signed and numbered by The Oatmeal. The prints are $50.00, with free shipping anywhere in the world. Details here.


We added Bobcat buttons and Sriracha button sets to the store today. Each set includes two buttons and costs $3.00, with free shipping.
Bobcats Buttons Sriracha Buttons



I ran my first 50 mile ultra marathon last week

I know you're expecting lots of pretty pictures and jokes, but I ran for over 11 hours on Saturday and I wanted to write about it.
If you want pretty pictures and jokes come back next week when I resume my regularly scheduled Oatmeal-flavored comics.

Despite my reputation as a bloated, forest-dwelling sex offender who subsists on a diet of jelly beans and malt liquor, I'm actually really into running. In my early twenties I noticed my body had begun to take on the "computer guy" shape: A diagram of the computer guy shape
Watching myself slowly becoming something resembling an overweight Tyrannosaur, one day I just I "Forrest-gumped" it and started running. Since then I've done a bunch of marathons, one half-ironman, a couple sprint triathlons, and a variety of 10ks, 5ks, and other races. My brother turned 30 earlier this year and to "celebrate" I convinced him to run an ultra marathon with me. An ultra marathon is anything longer than the standard 26.2 mile marathon, and the one I picked was the 50 mile White River Ultra. The course is a rugged climb over two mountain ranges, with a total elevation change of over 17,000 feet. I trained by spending the past couple of months running 50+ miles a week over Washington's forests and mountains. I spent a few weeks in Japan as well and ran in 105F heat with 90% humidity, as well as doing an overnight, low-oxygen climb of Mt. Fuji.

If you've ever run a marathon before, you know how important pace can be. I obsess over my Garmin watch and time my splits so that I finish in a certain time, and I never, ever walk. This was not the case during the White River Ultra. Most of the time the climbs were so steep that even the veteran runners were walking. At one point there was a six mile incline which went up nearly 3,000 feet, and the last 1.5 miles of this climb was completely covered in snow and the race directors had spent the previous week digging stairs in the snow and attaching safety ropes so runners could get through this section without having to crawl. To put it in perspective, I ran the Seattle Rock & Roll Half Marathon in 1:30, which means I averaged a 6:52 minute mile. During White River, I averaged a 14 minute mile pace.

My brother and I made a plan to stick together. We had no goal time in mind, although we lightly hoped to finish in under 11 hours in order to qualify for Western States next year. Shortly after the snow-covered stretch ended, my brother's legs began to cramp up. He lives in Southern California and due to the heat outside he trained by running 30 miles at a time on a treadmill. Despite being in great shape, his legs simply weren't used to the hills. The cramps kept getting worse and by mile 33 he could barely walk, and he kept bending over and making terrible sounds and shouting cuss words I'd never heard before.
Dr. Bryce cussing

He managed to tough it out until the end, but as soon as he stopped running his legs completely locked up and he had to go into the medical tent. Eventually the cramping subsided but in order to combat it he'd taken a ton of Tylenol throughout the race -- nearly 6 grams of it. His complexion turned ghost white and he had huge bags under his eyes. On the ride home he kept making horrible wretching sounds; they were like burps mixed with dry heaves mixed with the sound of a bald eagle being strangled. My brother is an ER doctor and in between these horrible noises he self-diagnosed that he was overdosing on Tylenol and his liver was trashed.

A friend of mine ran White River last year and convinced me to run it with him this year. All three of us started the race together, but my friend took off early and was ahead of us the entire race by about 20 minutes. I didn't see him at the finish line, but he emailed me later and told me that he'd had some kind of seizure due to dehydration. His body had redirected all blood flow to his skin and organs, and as a result there was insufficient blood flow to his brain. He blacked out and woke up in the ER with fluid tubes attached to him.

Despite 2/3 of my running buddies sorta having near death experiences, I'm actually really happy I ran the race. I felt strong the whole time and due to my obsessive hill training I never felt completely obliterated. Even the day after the race I wasn't particularly sore, just malnourished, sleepy, and my toenails are falling off:

The run itself was surprisingly enjoyable. After you've been running for 8+ hours every little thing becomes an incredible luxury; at mile 21 I drank a cup of flat Mountain Dew and I swear it tasted like unicorn tears. At mile 43 I ate a PB&J; sandwich and it was like eating the entrails of a fallen angel. The pooping issue was funny, too. There's no Port-a-potties out there so everyone craps alongside the trail. I ran behind a couple of female school teachers for a few miles and they both had recommendations for the softest kind of tree moss to use when wiping your bum during a race. I managed to bottle up my movements with chewable Pepto Bismol, so fortunately there were no mid-race poopies for me. During training, however, I went for a 21 mile run on Tiger Mountain and got lost. I'd been running for 5 hours and it was getting dark, meanwhile my bowels went crazy-apeshit-monkey-bananas on me and I wound up spraying poo all over the trail. Upon returning to my car that night I hung my head in shame at the atrocities I'd committed. I felt like a beast -- like I should stay in those woods for all time and live amongst the animals. Hearing these two ladies explain the proper etiquette for crapping during White River made me feel less shameful about the nightmare shitpocalypse I'd sprayed all over Tiger Mountain a few weeks earlier. It also explained the aroma of human feces that kept over through the trail every couple of miles.

GETTING TO THE POINT, this was the first race I'd ever completed that I did not receive any kind of medal. Usually everyone that finishes gets a medal in a marathon, but due to the exclusivity of the race (less than 300 runners), I think they put the money from the entry fees to much better use by providing us with wonderful aid stations and a delicious post-race BBQ.

That being said, I still want my goddamn medal. Draw me one, upload it to imgur or wherever, and put a link in the comments on this blog post. The drawing with the most number of "likes" in the comments will receive a big bag of Oatmeal merch from the shop.

The funnier your drawing, the better. For example: "The Oatmeal's calves glisten like dew drops on the face of a newborn doe," or perhaps a drawing of a silverback gorilla with surface-to-air missiles where his penis should be. Things like that.

-The Oatmeal

P.S. The point of this blog post was not to gripe about the organizers of the White River Ultra. On the contrary, they did an amazing job and the runners were incredibly well supported. I simply wanted an excuse for my readers to draw funny medals for me in the comics.
Please don't misinterpret this post and react like this douche.

Update: thanks for all the medals!

Because a lot of the later submissions got buried in the comments, I ended up basing the winners by just choosing the ones that I liked best. I tried to list as many as I could here without making the page too gigantic. Truthfully it was really hard to rank these because 99% of them made me laugh out loud.

1st Place

Happy Simpleton
Created by Happy Simpleton

2nd Place

Created by All Statistics

3rd Place

Created by Will Nightingale

4th Place

Created by Taitter. (Bonus points awarded for picking up the Fraggle Rock reference.)

5th Place

The 5th place winners created medals not for me, but for Jeff:

Jeff's medals. CONGRATS BUDDY!

Honorable Mentions

More of my favorites. Thanks again for all the submissions!

Even MOAR medals



In theaters this fall: The Social Network 2

You don't get to 500 million friends without circles and plus signs. Click to read



I apologize in advance for this Google+ joke

Mufasa and Simba join Google+
Mufasa and Simba join Google+

I started using Google+ a few days ago, primarily so I could figure out how it works and then include it in my summer sequel to the State of the Web. If you want to be a part of my Google+ research funtimeness, add me here.
I promise not to post any more Lion King jokes.*

*Not actually a real promise. I'll probably post more Lion King Jokes.**

**Why did Simba's father die? BECAUSE HE COULDN'T MUFASA.



"Matthew Inman Gay"

Matthew Inman Not Gay

Matthew Inman Not Gay

Dear internet: I am not interested in penises

(although I do think it's sorta cool how they're shaped like undersea torpedos)

Undersea munitions aside, please stop Googling matthew inman gay.

Instead, do your part and Google something like:

"matthew inman would high five a vagina if he could"

or possibly

"matthew inman is totally not aroused by bearded lumberjacks"

torpedos and kisses

-not gay Matthew Inman