I’m just saying…

“Biscuits have officially entered the collective unconsciousness.”
- Eric Burns

I run a webcomics collective. We’re called Biscuit Press (formerly “Mmm… Biscuits Press”). We’re a group of webcomic artists that band together based on our friendships, and make comics together while contributing all our skill and gumption together in order to create something larger than just one of us could do. It’s a lot of fun.

The name comes from a story based on my time spent in the Television Studio (A/V club) during high school. I ran all the different positions on the operation from time to time, but one of my particular favorites was being an anchor because, let’s face it: I’m a registered and well documented attention whore. Whenever there was an announcement for a bake sale that I would read (of which there were many), I immediately followed it with “Mmmmm-Biscuits!” I still don’t know how I thought of that, it just occoured to me randomly during one broadcast and I stuck with it. In my mind, it was my catch phrase. Other anchors would use that tagline after Bake Sale announcements and I would hold my head up with pride. And let’s face it, Biscuits are damned yummy.

I believe I started reading Websnark in early October, after Scott Kurtz had let everyone know that he had been Snarked. And I clicked the link, thinking to myself “What in the fuck is a snark?” So I read that snark, which I believe was the infamous Max Powers snark. I read it and went, “Daaaaaaaamn. Nail on the head, this guy.” I bopped around a few more of his posts and decided that I’d read it regularly. Shortly thereafter I saw him give out a Biscuit. A Tasty, Tasty Biscuit.

Naturally, I laughed at this amazing coincidence. However… Burns and I speak of two different kinds of biscuits here. His biscuit is the kind synnonymous with Cookie. Maybe up in the northern regions, they call cookies “biscuits.” I know they do in the U.K.

But I call them “cookies.” Because they’re cookies, dammit.

When I refer to a biscuit, I mean those warm, flaky, buttery, delicious layered pucks of dough that are eaten with a good homecooked meal. The kind that you can smell even from the attic. The kind of biscuits that turn any meal into a greater meal. The kind you can eat by peeling off layer by soft, creamy layer. Have ‘em for breakfast, put some honey on them. Have ‘em with dinner, spread butter all over them. Have ‘em plain, because biscuits are a treat in and of themselves. Eating big family dinners at Gramma & Grampa’s, I dive for the biscuits right the hell away.

And don’t even get me started on the ungodly work of culinary art that is breakfast biscuits & gravy. Oh man, that’s good eatin’s. I’m salivating already.

It’s a probably a fair statement to make that I love biscuits. Don’t get me wrong, I like me some cookies also. But in my universe, cookies are not biscuits. The Websnark folks will give out Tasty, Tasty Biscuits (of the cookie variety). But should I ever recieve a biscuit from them, you can bet your last chicken that I’m imagining it as a big ol’ warm buttermilk Biscuit.

Pilsbury Represent.

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