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Sorry for the lack of a comic last week, The Pizza Company was on hiatus in observance of Clark University's finals week.
Dec 20, 2006
Let's Get Pretentios
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Sorry for the lack of a comic last week, The Pizza Company was on hiatus in observance of Clark University's finals week.
Dec 6, 2006
Dec 2, 2006
I am a Requiem: A Pizza Company Music Update
For a short film I recently produced, I remixed Simon and Garfunkel's song "I am a Rock". Play it here:
Also, remember that tomorrow is CUREFest over at Clark University in Worcester. I'll be there promoting the site and helping fight AIDS, single-handedly.
Also, remember that tomorrow is CUREFest over at Clark University in Worcester. I'll be there promoting the site and helping fight AIDS, single-handedly.
Nov 29, 2006
Nov 23, 2006
I Just Can't Stop Breaking the 4th Wall
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Jon and Greg are leaving the regular staff here at The Pizza Company, leaving me, Jason, in creative control. They will still be submitting random stuff every once in a while, but I will be the main force from now on. We will never forget their beautiful contributions to this site. I wish them well in their future endeavors. In other news, The Pizza Company will have a table at CUREfest at Clark University (in Worcester, MA) on Sunday, December 3rd. I will be there all afternoon and Jon may or may not show up. For one dollar you can buy a signed copy of one of our comics and for ten you can get a personalized comic starring you posted on the web and later sent to you. You can also just come and chat with me and/or Jon. I hope to see some of you there!
-Jason
Nov 15, 2006
Nov 9, 2006
Nov 1, 2006
So Po-Po-Mo It'll Make You PopoZao
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This is an artistic expression about the absurdity of art cannonization, especially along the border of Pop and "respectable, fine" arts. If you support the movement to bring art back to the people, you can purchase a tee shirt with this print on it here. Thank you for your support in this matter.
Oct 26, 2006
Ziggy-Ziggy-Ah
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Sorry about this being Thursday and all... Blogger was acting crazy and then I was out, so the webcomic is belated, but now updated. Thanks for the patience.
Oct 20, 2006
The Bruise: A Pizza Company Literary Short
The following is a short story written by Jason:
The Bruise
“Sometimes bruises carry the oddest stories” he thought as he looked at the sad face with a false smirk in the mirror. The shiner just under the face’s eye is massive and beyond conspicuous. He figured it best to let the others make their own stories and explanations. Swashbuckling adventures, drunken meanderings, and lackadaisical accidents all sound much more interesting than the truth. They are also much less embarrassing to him. Well in a more metaphorical sense the theme of the drunken meandering is not too far from the truth. Alcohol was certainly involved, or at least reeking in her system. The bruise looks quite nasty and savage, as if he were some kind of victim the night before. Even though there was pain in its inception, there was too much pleasure in it for him to really consider it an attack. He certainly did not consider himself any kind of victim, although maybe he really was. That voice of dissent was quickly and efficiently silenced, imprisoned in the deepest darkest dungeons in the back of his mind.
The strongest muscle in the body is in the jaw. This is especially true in women. The average woman can produce 200 pounds of force; some can produce up to a grand. This muscle, when in unison with the lips can create an airtight seal and produce the force known as suction. People have come up with very strange ways of expressing their passion and affections for one another. So many of these expressions are orally fixated, maybe because of the sensitivity of lips, maybe because of operant conditioning from infancy, or maybe just due to random chance in our cerebral hard wiring. Whatever the reason, the mouth is where its at, and we humans have gotten very creative with it. This becomes even more extreme when alcohol is involved and passions flow beyond our normal methods of expressing them.
She was like an animal possessed, kissing, sucking, licking, feeling the entire experience with every nerve ending possible, especially those sensitive oral ones. As she overflowed with an inebriated lustful passion, the lips locked onto his skin airtight. The powerful female jaw began to move, increasing the pressure differential between outside and in. Capillaries burst left and right, spreading from the central pressure point. The nerves on his face lit up sending a message that the brain could not decide on how to interpret. Where they signals of pleasure, pain, both, or maybe something new altogether?
She was moving, riving, sweating, breathing, and marking her territory. The power in her jaw alone insured a mark would be left; a primal part of her central brain was appeased. It also didn’t help that he bruised easily. A mark, one hell of a mark, a mark to end all marks, sat there and throbbed in the lamplight. Some people call it a badge of honor, others a sign of love. To others it is a mark of Cain, a point of shame. Some wear them on their collars; others hide them behind those collars. He did not have this luxury. This was no small blueish, reddish, purple oval on the neck. A large, sprawling black and blue amorphous blob originates below the eye socket and covers most of his left cheek. Nobody could hide this and nobody could see it in any light of honor or accomplishment. It was just there, for the world to see. Its message ambiguous and originating from a place before our human social constructs. He will not be a pariah, but he will be just one more footprint out of step.
He turns from the mirror, puts on his thick leather coat, and opens the door. Let them suppose, let them interpret, let them give their meaning. He does not care. Life is too short to stop for such things. Skin is though, bruises heal, and anecdotes come at the price of this kind of pain. The time for rumination will be later, for now it is time for class.
The Bruise
“Sometimes bruises carry the oddest stories” he thought as he looked at the sad face with a false smirk in the mirror. The shiner just under the face’s eye is massive and beyond conspicuous. He figured it best to let the others make their own stories and explanations. Swashbuckling adventures, drunken meanderings, and lackadaisical accidents all sound much more interesting than the truth. They are also much less embarrassing to him. Well in a more metaphorical sense the theme of the drunken meandering is not too far from the truth. Alcohol was certainly involved, or at least reeking in her system. The bruise looks quite nasty and savage, as if he were some kind of victim the night before. Even though there was pain in its inception, there was too much pleasure in it for him to really consider it an attack. He certainly did not consider himself any kind of victim, although maybe he really was. That voice of dissent was quickly and efficiently silenced, imprisoned in the deepest darkest dungeons in the back of his mind.
The strongest muscle in the body is in the jaw. This is especially true in women. The average woman can produce 200 pounds of force; some can produce up to a grand. This muscle, when in unison with the lips can create an airtight seal and produce the force known as suction. People have come up with very strange ways of expressing their passion and affections for one another. So many of these expressions are orally fixated, maybe because of the sensitivity of lips, maybe because of operant conditioning from infancy, or maybe just due to random chance in our cerebral hard wiring. Whatever the reason, the mouth is where its at, and we humans have gotten very creative with it. This becomes even more extreme when alcohol is involved and passions flow beyond our normal methods of expressing them.
She was like an animal possessed, kissing, sucking, licking, feeling the entire experience with every nerve ending possible, especially those sensitive oral ones. As she overflowed with an inebriated lustful passion, the lips locked onto his skin airtight. The powerful female jaw began to move, increasing the pressure differential between outside and in. Capillaries burst left and right, spreading from the central pressure point. The nerves on his face lit up sending a message that the brain could not decide on how to interpret. Where they signals of pleasure, pain, both, or maybe something new altogether?
She was moving, riving, sweating, breathing, and marking her territory. The power in her jaw alone insured a mark would be left; a primal part of her central brain was appeased. It also didn’t help that he bruised easily. A mark, one hell of a mark, a mark to end all marks, sat there and throbbed in the lamplight. Some people call it a badge of honor, others a sign of love. To others it is a mark of Cain, a point of shame. Some wear them on their collars; others hide them behind those collars. He did not have this luxury. This was no small blueish, reddish, purple oval on the neck. A large, sprawling black and blue amorphous blob originates below the eye socket and covers most of his left cheek. Nobody could hide this and nobody could see it in any light of honor or accomplishment. It was just there, for the world to see. Its message ambiguous and originating from a place before our human social constructs. He will not be a pariah, but he will be just one more footprint out of step.
He turns from the mirror, puts on his thick leather coat, and opens the door. Let them suppose, let them interpret, let them give their meaning. He does not care. Life is too short to stop for such things. Skin is though, bruises heal, and anecdotes come at the price of this kind of pain. The time for rumination will be later, for now it is time for class.
Oct 18, 2006
Just a Minor Group Problem With the Site
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Sorry for the quality of this one, napkins are fickle media.
Oct 11, 2006
Oct 10, 2006
After My First Love Moved Away: A Pizza Company Literary Short
The following is a piece of micro-fiction written by Jon:
After my first love moved away, I decided to get a new pair of shoes. She wanted to save the seals, so I got a fine pair of canvas sneakers. Those shoes were full of ideas.
I probably killed 1,000 bugs in my first month of wearing them. But for some reason I didn’t care. Death seemed so trivial at the time.
I had just finished my first wasted year and was a few weeks into the second one. Since I slept half the day I considered my self half dead. At least I still had my dreams.
One night I dreamt I was a door to door pirate. In this dream five of us pirates would knock on doors and threaten people with swords and guns and shit. We didn’t get much money. People who saw us would say “not interested,” and would then slam the door in our faces.
I must have had the dream because she always looked cute in a pirate outfit. Or a cowgirl outfit, but it’s not like that mattered anymore. The truth was that she was gone and I was never going to see her again.
Yesterday I decided to stop designing amusement parks. I was in my favorite coffee shop, pouring sugar into my cup. I pretended to read, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. That’s because alternative newsweeklies always lie.
My second love was there, but I was too nervous to look. Apparently she was drinking a can of guava nectar. Or so I heard. I was desperately seeking someone to tell my decision to.
Someone in the booth behind me was playing a piano. He was playing a nice upbeat number but when I turned around to look no one was there. My attention span was always too short anyways. I could listen to music, but I couldn’t actually “read” it.
On my way out I considered talking to my second love. Not that I had anything to say, but she did live down the block from me. As I approached her I tried not to look but I couldn’t help but listen. Apparently she had an interest in pirates.
After my first love moved away, I decided to get a new pair of shoes. She wanted to save the seals, so I got a fine pair of canvas sneakers. Those shoes were full of ideas.
I probably killed 1,000 bugs in my first month of wearing them. But for some reason I didn’t care. Death seemed so trivial at the time.
I had just finished my first wasted year and was a few weeks into the second one. Since I slept half the day I considered my self half dead. At least I still had my dreams.
One night I dreamt I was a door to door pirate. In this dream five of us pirates would knock on doors and threaten people with swords and guns and shit. We didn’t get much money. People who saw us would say “not interested,” and would then slam the door in our faces.
I must have had the dream because she always looked cute in a pirate outfit. Or a cowgirl outfit, but it’s not like that mattered anymore. The truth was that she was gone and I was never going to see her again.
Yesterday I decided to stop designing amusement parks. I was in my favorite coffee shop, pouring sugar into my cup. I pretended to read, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. That’s because alternative newsweeklies always lie.
My second love was there, but I was too nervous to look. Apparently she was drinking a can of guava nectar. Or so I heard. I was desperately seeking someone to tell my decision to.
Someone in the booth behind me was playing a piano. He was playing a nice upbeat number but when I turned around to look no one was there. My attention span was always too short anyways. I could listen to music, but I couldn’t actually “read” it.
On my way out I considered talking to my second love. Not that I had anything to say, but she did live down the block from me. As I approached her I tried not to look but I couldn’t help but listen. Apparently she had an interest in pirates.
Oct 9, 2006
The Pizza Company Is Expanding!
Newsflash:
The Pizza Company is now no longer just a webcomic. As of today http://pizzacompany.blogspot.com will no longer be just a webcomic page. The Pizza Company was originally designed to be a full multimedia collective, with the webcomic being one of many artistic expressions. Today The Pizza Company is making that metamorphosis. We will still post one comic each Wednesday, but on other days we will be posting art of various media. Posting will include comics, digital art, drawing, music, writing, and video. The Pizza Company will be a flowing artistic expression, with the collective voice of three young artists. We will also be including the work of some of our other friends including Rob of Rabblecopter. I hope you will enjoy the new format of the site and the various renovation we will be making over the coming weeks. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the brand new, expanded Pizza Company!
Questions? Interested in helping out? Leave a comment or email jberkowitz@clarku.edu.
-The Pizza Company
The Pizza Company is now no longer just a webcomic. As of today http://pizzacompany.blogspot.com will no longer be just a webcomic page. The Pizza Company was originally designed to be a full multimedia collective, with the webcomic being one of many artistic expressions. Today The Pizza Company is making that metamorphosis. We will still post one comic each Wednesday, but on other days we will be posting art of various media. Posting will include comics, digital art, drawing, music, writing, and video. The Pizza Company will be a flowing artistic expression, with the collective voice of three young artists. We will also be including the work of some of our other friends including Rob of Rabblecopter. I hope you will enjoy the new format of the site and the various renovation we will be making over the coming weeks. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the brand new, expanded Pizza Company!
Questions? Interested in helping out? Leave a comment or email jberkowitz@clarku.edu.
-The Pizza Company
Oct 4, 2006
Sep 27, 2006
Hey Brother, Can You Spare a Nickel (Theater)?
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100 years ago last Sunday, the very first movie theater in Worcester opened its doors on Main Street. It was called the Nickel Theater. Despite having a rich history in film, the city of Worcester currently has zero movie theaters within the city limits. There are no multiplexes or even art house theaters in the city. The only public screenings in Worcester are held in a lecture hall here at Clark University. Worcester likes to think of itself as an artistic city with a vibrant artist community, yet there has been little to no effort from this community to bring an art cinema to the city after the closure of the Bijou. If Worcester wants to truly be a well-rounded artistic haven and celebrate its history, then it is imperative that a new theater is built downtown. It can be mainstream for all I care, as long as there is celluloid running through projectors. So, all Worcesterites reading this web comic, please join with me in this effort to finally bring the movie back to Worcester!
-Jason
Sep 20, 2006
This Product May Contain Trace Amounts of Nuts
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News:
If you really want to support The Pizza Company, then you can leave a comment, join our satisfied customer map, click on our awesome links and partners' banners, or better yet buy something from Jason's store! If you Pizza Pals out there want some Pizza Company merch, just let us know either via comment or email and we will officially open the Official Pizza Company Shoppe! We will only do this if you, the public, demands it, so lets see that support!
Sep 13, 2006
Sep 6, 2006
Aug 30, 2006
Aug 23, 2006
Only Deep Throat Could Swallow Tricky Dick
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News: You can also find The Pizza Company on Jason's Facebook profile. It's not as good as the blogspot presentation though. So if you are viewing this on the Facebook, go to http://pizzacompany.blogspot.com to see everything in its full glory! If you are viewing this through blogspot, clicking on the link will be pointless. Word.
Aug 16, 2006
Two Puns For The Price of One
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News:
The Pizza Company guys and some of our friends have started a Fafarazi League. You can join up here by midnight tonight. If you are logging on from under a rock and don't know about Fafarazzi, it is like fantasy sports, only you have a team of celebs and you earn points each time they appear in the press. It is awesome and pretentious.
In simmilar news, our good buddy Robert has started a pop culture commentary blog called Rabblecopter. Check it out, it's perfecto! Also, our very own Greg will be making guest appearances on that blog, so you know you will have to perform Seppuku if you miss out on this.
Aug 9, 2006
Andy, Did You Hear About This One?
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Note:
This is a continuation from eariler comics, specifically last week's comic (Love Relish O'er Mayo) and our first comic (Prague Sandwich). Check our archives to get the full scope of The Pizza Company.
Aug 2, 2006
Love Relish O'er Mayo
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News:
Is there anybody out there? Just nod if you can hear me... that or comment.
Jul 26, 2006
Brought To You by Viewers Like You
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News:
We are really excited about being around so long, but we really would like to see that hitmeter flying. If you like what you see, please tell your friends about us and join the satisfied costomers map! Remember, like the mecha-shiva PBS, we rely on viewers like you, you, and you... but not that guy in the back.
Also, to new visitors, click on the archives for May and June to see our older comics... only the most recent 10 are on display on the main page!
Jul 19, 2006
This Space is Myspace, This Space is Yourspace
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*NOTE* This comic was made by a mental patient. Actually 2/3 of our comics are made by mental patients. Care to guess which ones?
Jul 12, 2006
Jul 5, 2006
Jun 28, 2006
Jun 21, 2006
Jun 14, 2006
Scientology & Boogernetics
The actions that transpire in the following comic actually occurred on June 10, 2006. This comic is in response to The Church of Scientology International's recent cease and desist letter sent to YTMND. Their ungrounded legal bullying must end now! Enjoy!
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Jun 10, 2006
Special Appearance in NYC Tonight!
Two of the creators of The Pizza Company will be at the Aquabats show at BB Kings in Midtown Manhattan signing autographs and having an informal discussion with fans. The sessions will take place outside of BB Kings before the show starts (come around 6pm) and again a little bit after the show ends. You can still get tickets to the concert, which we highly endorse. You do not need to actually see the Aquabts to meet Jon and Jason, but doing so will make you a jerk. Jon and Jason will be holding a sign up so you know which nerds at the show to begin talking to. The session after the show may end in the consumption of coffee, dessert, and/or late dinner with the artists (you pay your own way though).
Note: This event is not in any way connected with The Aquabats, BB Kings, or anything but The Pizza Company Multimedia, Inc.
Note: This event is not in any way connected with The Aquabats, BB Kings, or anything but The Pizza Company Multimedia, Inc.
Jun 7, 2006
Coffee + Soda = Vendetta
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News:
Hey guys, if you like what you see here at The Pizza Company, please pass it on to your friends. Word of mouth is often the best way for things to take off. Remember: only you can prevent us from giving up due to lack of support.
May 31, 2006
Detroit Pants City
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News:
Today is my 20th birthday. I decided to celebrate by introducing our loyal interweb fans to Greg's first solo comic. I hope you guys enjoy it... I personally laughed my ass off. Ah, pants. Live long and prosper.
-Jason
May 24, 2006
May 17, 2006
Two Views on Romance
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So we have been finally featured on the Hotlinks section of College Humor, but unfortunately only on their pay version. So apparently we are good enough for their premium customers but not Joe StateU who would never pay a monthly fee for the boobies he sees for free and only checks out the regular Hotlinks. Anyway, thanks College Humor for all 5 visits that your link got us!
Oh and here is a look into our future: The End. Just sit back, stare and let the power overwhelm you.
Thank you. End Transmisson.
May 10, 2006
The Pizza Company Now Open for Business!
Hello, I am Jason Berkowitz, Filmmaker, Cartoonist, and overall pretentious hipster. Jon Aron Singer, Greg "Hurricane" Overhuls, and I have created a web comic entitled The Pizza Company which we will share with you all here. This is a slightly avant garde comic strip, and I hope you all will enjoy it. Please support us by telling all your friends about us and linking to us. If you have a site and link to us, we will gladly return the favor. We are also looking for any potential paying advertisers.
As for some opening links, please check this stuff out:
Jason's YouTube Page: http://www.youtube.com/user/Dajbman22
Jason's Online Shoppe: http://www.cafepress.com/dajbman22 (If there is demand, we will open a Pizza Company Shop as well)
Jon on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/jonathansinger
Jason on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/dajbman22
Greg on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/localhack
Enjoy!
-Jason
As for some opening links, please check this stuff out:
Jason's YouTube Page: http://www.youtube.com/user/Dajbman22
Jason's Online Shoppe: http://www.cafepress.com/dajbman22 (If there is demand, we will open a Pizza Company Shop as well)
Jon on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/jonathansinger
Jason on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/dajbman22
Greg on Myspace: http://www.myspace.com/localhack
Enjoy!
-Jason
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