Come Back Down to Earth, Major Tom

Wow, what the fuck was I talking about down there? I really shouldn't write when I'm angry, it makes me sound retarded.

You know, when I said that I'd write a post on April first, I didn't take in to account the possibility that I wouldn't have access to a scanner, but my broken hand brake saw to that. So I'll just give you an explanation of my plans today, and post what I've been working on later. I've made up my mind and decided to go back to black-and-white, ink-and-paper like when I first started /Newtrul, except now I have a better grasp of what I'm doing. Want to know why the pages had been taking so long after I went digital? Because drawing on a tablet is fucking boring. I'm on a machine that can boot up Super Metroid or show me any number of a billion vaginas, and instead I'm drawing the same contour over and over and fucking over again. No thanks.

I thought a lot about why I started drawing comics in the first place. Did I think that crap looked any good? Well, considering that I was a sixteen-year-old wapanese faggot (and good GOD was I a huge wapanese faggot- you heard it here first), so probably yeah. But more to the point, it was fun as hell. I didn't give a shit whether or not I could draw a sword fight, I did it anyway because I never was able to do that in the margins of my math tests. Only when it became SERIOUS BUSINESS did my attention in it begin to wane, and despite what I've been telling myself for the past few months, that has nothing to do with the tone of the comic itself. It's all in attitude, and as I've started teaching myself to use ink effectively, I find myself drawing random shit completely useless to the comic because it's fun. Before that, I never drew a damn thing unless it was either a panel or a character design.

Oh, and I'm going to update with full chapters, and whenever the hell I feel like it. Fuck off up a mountain, it ain't your comic and since no one ever read it before, I'm sure as hell not about to start giving a shit. I'll post the results of my practice in inking later. It's certainly not art-school-chic, but it's serviceable for what I need. It kind of reminds me of old newspapers' political cartoons or something.

And if it wasn't obvious, I spent my shift reading Transmetropolitan. Why does every character in that comic talk the same way? Because that way is fucking infectious, that's why.