So we must take note that blatantly whoring for comment doesn't work. Well played, audience. Well played.

So I'm thinking about maybe actually having a theme with this here blog thing in addition to the comics. (which are coming! I'm very lazy.) Should I delete all these previous nonsense posts to coincide with the change in content, or should I keep the old posts and just kind of segway into having actual meaning? Post your thoughts in the comments thread.

Film Maker

Howdy folks! 

I got my studio set up in the spare bedroom, so that's pretty jazzing. I just might get some quality work done after all. Of course I might also just spend all day playing darts, like I did today. Without the dartboard, however, I might just lose my shit completely. So, yanno, there's a balance to be struck here. 

I would really, dearly love to have a pachinko machine in there. Hopefully within a couple months or so I'll be able to afford one. I don't know why I think it's a good idea putting a gameroom where I'm supposed to be working, but it's much better than staring at the wall when I've got no new ideas. 

You could put up a pretty good argument that I've never had a new idea. Who has, really, though?

I guess I can call myself a film-maker now without feeling like a liar. I know when and where Antibaby is going to be playing now, so that's jazzing. We'll post more on that later.

Be excellent.

Today was fun while it lasted. I have a new pencil, just like the old one Charlie chewed up. I feel happy in my happy place. 

Man. I need to get a life.

Screwed.

Don't ever check your email over your cell phone. Apparently that jacks up your bill to unmanageable levels. So basically I'm not going to have a phone for a bit.

Also, Charlie saw the need to eat my brand new mechanical pencil. I don't get paid until Friday and I have a hell of a lot of bills. 

Essentially I'm screwed. 

What the fuck is with this Lady GaGa bullshit? I can't jack off to this, nor am I mentally stimulated. So what the hell is this good for? I'm out of touch, I know, I listen to almost nothing but NPR lately, but still. Popular music sure did get really shitty lately.

Man. Well I guess I've been in a shitty mood. Meh, this blog jumped the shark a long time ago, so whatever, folks.

Be excellent.

Draft Autosaved At 10:33 AM

So. Yeah. Things didn't quite go as planned this weekend. Granted, I didn't have grand fabulous plans, but still. I thought I'd take it slow and get some artwork slammed out. Maybe I'd go see Friday the 13th. I did not plan on having to work a double shift on my day off. That kind of ruined the whole day plus the day after it. Fucking economy.

What I wouldn't give to have marketable skills right about now.

I realize I just used the phrase "grand fabulous plans." It's alright, I can use that phrase because I'm comfortable with my masculinity.

Times like this I really wish I drank more. 

Be excellent.