I think I’ve mentioned this before, but every so often I hit a point where I need a little time to regain my bearings. I’m back on track now, more or less.
Guess what? I’ve been doing this webcomic thing for three years now. Crazy.
Guess what else? The Whispered Apologies folks have posted another of my comics. This time around, Jason Shigala (best known for his own webcomic, Niego) did the writing. I like it!
This is what you might call a transition comic; if you’re the sort of person that feels the need to apply terms to everything, that is.
So, with this comic, I’m beginning another one of those semi-ambitious storylines. I set out on these things with some trepidation, because I don’t know how well they’ll work out; it’s sort of like taking a trip and knowing where you want to go and what sights you want to see along the way, but being a little fuzzy about the exact route you’re going to take. Anyhow… I promise, no talking rabbits this time around.
Some cartoonists indulge in jokes about obscure bands, I riff off Samuel Beckett.
I hope you’ll forgive me.
I’m sure generations of artists past were well aware of this, and I’m just late to the game, but cats are surprisingly fun to draw.
So, there was some oddness with the site earlier as the server was moved to a different ip. If you’re reading this, then I guess it’s working now.
Everyone’s so paranoid, these days.
Math is cruel, sometimes.
Best to enjoy the present, ’cause the future’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
Man, I’m beat. And a little sleep deprived. Maybe that explains some things.
I tend to think that certain words are best saved to use when you really mean it.
I don’t know about you, but when I think “snooty”, I think “beret“.