the unsuckening
It is true! That which has been foretold shall indeed come to pass. No, not the Destiny Quest Of The Chosen. That, that’s just the manifestation of a long-held desire to write a fantasy novel wherein the Chosen One from the humble village of Hamlettownsville gets knocked the fuck out in the first chapter and carried to the Tower of Destiny or whatever by someone who is, like, competent. But isn’t it better this way? It’s a cartoon and it’s like three pages. I think everybody wins. Well except for the world being covered in unholy darkness and all. People always gotta be critics.
But what I was talking about was the return of regular postings of Nobody Scores! cartoon entertainments. Yes, indeed, even in the face of how the slow July has had no appreciable effect on the traffic on this here site, even in the face of scientific refutation of the cartoonist work ethic, YES, there will be comics, starting next week. Regular comics. I’ll tell you more about it once we get into it, I kinda want the initial story to stand alone for a little tiny bit.
Elsewhere, I have found a little comic that is worthy and since it is basically a minimalist take on many of the themes of Nobody Scores! – pain, hurting, inevitability, hurting, that is – then perhaps my audience will enjoy it too: Herman the Manatee. Go forth and peruse. The cartoonist has the sack to draw a Krazy Kat tribute/parody, which impressed me, especially since most webcomics people get all sweaty-palmed about doing fricking Penny Arcade takeoffs. But most of it is good old fashioned unavoidable traumas.
IS IT CAN IT BE STARFUCKER TIME NOW PLEASE
And then I attended the San Diego Comic Con and I saw all my cartoonist buddies that I know and you totally don’t like Dan Piraro and Meredith Gran and oh I met the fabulous Lisa Hanawalt call me and and it’s so neat to be on speaking terms with cartoon people who have books out and give them to me like I am an equal and not a consumer and who is at the door a reader you say OUCH CRAP AW GOD WHAT DID YOU JUST TAKE OUT IS THAT MY LIVER I THINK I NEED IT STOP WITH THE BEATINGS ABOUT THE HEAD AND SHOULDERS CRAP MY TEMPLES MY SPLEEN
Yeah there wasn’t that much to it but I’ll spare you the oohs and ahhs. Horribly, there’s a chance Dan Piraro is going to put up a picture of me and my brother and him on his blog in which case I am never linking to him again because in real life I am hideous, ghoulish, and drip pus while Piraro basically hasn’t aged in over 15 years. On the other hand that probably means he has useful connections he hasn’t told me about. Fuckin’ decisions man.