This a randomly generated comic. Or at least the photos are. Some might say that it's part of the 'found art' or 'found sound' movement, which seeks not to create art, but to simply find and present normal objects as art. Some might say that this comic is part of the "constrained comics" movement, that seeks to create comics with some constraint (like the ever popular Daily Dinosaur Comics, which uses the same graphics every day) in a similar way to how poetry constrains itself with Haikus, Sonnets, etc. Other people might say that this comic is all about recontexualizing reality. Some might say that I just can't draw or come up with original ideas, but those people are jerks.

But regardless of the reasons for doing it, this pretentiously named comic works with the constraint of using only photos randomly generated by a photostream. That means that each comic starts off with me picking a key-word, let's say, "Paris". Because there are a billion photos on the internet, it's easy to do an image search for the word "Paris". You'll get all sorts of photos, from Paris vacation pics, to plaster-of-paris casts, to Paris Hilton, to Paris that guy from the Illiad.

A small computer app will stream six random photos recently posted on the internet tagged with whatever key word I'm feeling that day. These are put into a nice 3x2 matrix. Just like a comic strip. I don't allow myself to switch out photos or change the order. I have to work with what fortune gives me. For example, when I searched cyberspace for the word 'bang', this is what the computer gave me:

My job as a creator is to then take this randomly generated photo montage and contextualize it with a narrative theme (by way of word balloons). Once I'm done, it looks like this:

Sometimes it's easy, sometimes it's hard. I let the photos dictate the story to me, so sometimes it's funny, sometimes its disturbing, sometimes it's weird. Basically these comics prove that no matter how chaotic the system, you can find order in it (hence the name). It's my way of sticking it to entropy and that jerk professor who gave me a D in Thermodynamics.

So anyway, if you were wondering where all those goofy photos came from, and why the narrative seemed forced sometime, that's why.