Sometimes it can be very lonely.
I jotted this down in my notes in July, at around two in the morning, after a rather disappointing experience with a can of silly string so blocked up that, rather than really spraying out, it just kinda fell limply in a two foot arc downward. Have a nice day.
Back on the comics wagon, and really, wishing I owned an actual wagon. It’d be pretty fucking rad to ride around everywhere in a wagon, growing a big fat mustache. I’d feel pretty bad for the horses though, so if I could replace them with robot horses or something, that would be even better. They’d go faster too, probably.
Well, nap time and then filling in more job applications time, I guess.
Also, here’s a comic I drew.
I went to a comics convention this weekend, and ended up selling all of the prints that my editor made of my stuff, which is genuinely really surprising to me.
Also, I interviewed another one of my favorite cartoonists. I’m trying to transcribe it now, since the audio isn’t too hot.
The one on top is the one that ran, but I prefer the second one.