Always good to come back from a short hiatus with a poop joke, am I right?
Anyways, if you were at all curious as to why I hadn't posted any new strips recently, it was because I was cheating on "Epic Tales..." with another webcomic of my design, which is called "Record Heat". The new strip is remarkably similar to this one, except that it will be focusing on the music scene in and around Phoenix, AZ, and will run weekly on the Phoenix New Times music blog. I'm about four strips deep into it now, so hopefully that will give me enough lead time that there won't be any interruptions in the scheduled posting once it debuts ( as is prone to happen with this webcomic! ). So, uh, that's going on.
How's school going, you ask? Well, it's okay. Here's an example of what my notes for my classes look like;
Man, I cannot tell you long it's been since I actually drew at my drawing board. Nowadays, I'm lucky to devote a couple minutes a day to drawing in my sketchbook, and its usually while I'm waiting for a bus.
I also haven't drank coffee for the last week, but that's just because I'm broke until my financial aid check from school arrives (hopefully soon).
I don't know if I ever posted a link to this on here, but the new band I'm in, the "Might'veBeens", recorded a demo (just 2 songs) a month or so ago, so please follow the link and give it a listen (or, download it for free) if you're at all interested. We'll be recording a full length at the end of this month (well, a short full-length, anyways).
Seriously, though; I drink my coffee while I ride the train to work in the morning, and nearly crap my pants at least 3 times a week. Apparently, my super power is to narrowly avoid the embarrassment of filling my drawers with poop.
I drew this last week, but it was only half finished by the time my ride showed up. By the way, I don't particularly like frequenting the big corporate coffee joints, like "Starbucks", but its the only place within walking distance of my work that has a table you can sit at and coffee, so it is what it is.
First of all, I got up super early so I could check my email, eat breakfast and drink coffee, and still get to work before I normally would. I rode my bike to the train platform, sat down, and waited for about 15 minutes. I assumed that I'd just missed the train, and since they run every 20min. on Sunday, it would be at my stop again shortly. Then this crazy dude showed up, and delivered the monologue detailed in today's strip. Initially, I'm thought, "Great, I'm going to be killed by a serial killer. Who'da thought that's the way I'd go out?!?"
Eventually, the psychotic bastard calmed down a little, and took a seat next to me. "Awesome," I silently commented to myself. "This situation is awesomely-horrible." He asked me for a cigarette, and I roll one, hoping to placate him. I listened as he recounted tales of the various people that screwed him over in jail, and how he was fully capable of beating them to death. I even nervously laughed when he made inappropriate jokes about raping and killing people (not necessarily in that order).
To make a long story short, I eventually won him over, and he seemed to lose interest in talking about various assaults and killings. Instead, he opted to tell me about how he was angry that he was made fun of by Oprah Winfrey and Bonnie Hunt on their talk shows, and how he felt this was "...fucked up". 30 minutes into our very one-sided conversation, he deemed me worthy of not stabbing, and instead offered me such praise as, "You have kind soul," and thought that I was capable of "...loving animals." No longer did I need to contemplate whether or not I should just smash him in the nose with my travel mug, and race away on my bike. He then excused himself, riding off into the rising sun, and I stopped myself from shitting the enormous brick which was nearing the seat of my pants.
I tried to come up with a hip, up and coming, trendy, mainstream, pseudo-"punk" band to draw on her t-shirt, but I'm unfamiliar with most of those newer groups, so I just fell back on a 'Rancid' jab.
I pencilled this comic early Saturday morning, before my Grandpa's funeral. Oddly enough, I had learned of his death the Wednesday before, while driving to my friend's dad's funeral service. Weirdness.
My wife brought to my attention the fact that I misspelled 'chi' (which is actually spelled C-H-I-A) in the above strip. I could fix it, but that seems like a huge pain in the ass.
Alright, from now on, expect 3 updates a week! Sometimes more, depending on what's happening in my life and whatnot.
In an effort to increase the amount of strips I'm posting, I bought a little sketchbook to carry around with me wherever I go, so I can draw whenever possible. Here's the first on the pad, which I drew on a bench outside of my local conglomerate department store. These might be a little more on the sketchy-side of drawing in comparison to my regular strips, but hopefully they're still enjoyable.
I've been working on a story for issue #7, but it's been slow-going. I've had a little bit of writer's block lately, and I thought just jumping in and starting to draw would break it, but no such luck. It'll dissipate once I struggle through a couple more pages.
Oh, yeah, if you read the previous strip, you know I'm really getting into Dr. Who, and you'll understand how awesome it was for me to find the picture below posted on boingboing!
I really do have an excuse; I work in an industrial neighborhood, don't have a car, and Tempe Marketplace is the closest place to eat within walking distance. Yeah, so fuck you and your judging me!
This was actually several days ago, now. I drew the first panel, put it down, and began to work on other stuff. And later, I came back and finished it. No, really. True story.
