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because I know how to make titles what make the readers want to read more. Insulin, the most recent Nobody Scores! offering as of this writing, is wholly autobiographical, with Jane serving as the authorial stand-in: a while back, I, like so many, was reading XKCD, a comic that I do not expect to hurt me, when. Insulin! So I woke up three hours later in a pool of fluid from my thyroid or some shit, vowing revenge. You may notice that the revenge, such as it is, was implemented like two months after the fact: this is because ingenious devices for woo wee wurgle snorgle woo are, as you can imagine, kind of a stretch for me, specially considering the bent of my recent creative output, which goes more sorta like this.
I would like to extend my apologies to all of everyone.
In re stuff elsewhere, I’d like to direct those of you that are open to journal comics that feature a sense of humor that exists to Tip Me Over, Pour Me Out since I have no idea if they could use an influx of readers or not. (They have a book out, but it looks like it’s a zine.) The artist’s style sort of reminds me of Lynda Barry’s black-and-white work in that it is dense and pointedly awkward and a little off-putting but it rewards you if you bull your way past your initial aesthetic instincts, if they’re like mine. Plus (like I try to do here) there are a lot of actually funny and apropos details to be found.
Also, since it appears that relatively few people are aware of this yet, pro-fessional cartoonist Dan Piraro, author of Bizarro, occasional comedian, and mentor of me for about 2 hours in high school (for serious, I sat at his cartooning desk and everything), started himself a blog. So you can go over there and blame him for the abomination you currently see before you. He’s entirely responsible.
Or else you can have some delicious pizza.