I was very unimpressed with the first few strips in this eclectic collection--they seemed to be textbook examples of the studied pointlessness prevalent among some alt cartoonists. Boy gets tickled until he farts a few times, leaves the room crying, end of story. Boy pulls car out of garage, damages mirror, end of story. Etc. The point of such strips seems to be their very banality, but a little banality goes a long way. Some of the longer stories are more interesting (especially the pregnancy diary, though it does seem rather uncharitable in its depiction of Brown's girlfriend), and occasionally amusing, if also problematic on numerous fronts. The key problematic front for me is the sheer crudeness of the art. Brown's style is very simple and cluttered, his lettering often almost unreadable, his panels generally unimaginative (the grid pattern almost never varies, and most are designed from very similar perspectives), and what is going on not always at all easy to discern (in one strip, he and a girl do . . . something to their feet--loofah them?--and they end up looking . . . well, kinda like hamburger; is this supposed to represent a healthy glow? rough abrasion? pain? search me). A couple of the strips are actually about the very amateurishness of Brown's style, so clearly it's something he's aware of and has been called on before, and presumably he chooses to retain that style (at least, a few strips do suggest that he is capable of better draftsmanship when he wants to be). But basically, this stuff looks generally tossed-off. If you have a high tolerance for autobio comics in which the artist is keen on depicting himself as a douche (especially in the "Be a Man" sequence) or a loser, this is for you. I'll stick with the other Brown, Chester--who, amusingly, is the subject of one strip, about Jeff being mistaken for Chet (shades of Rick Springfield!)