guess what, aisle 7
Ach! Here I am again. Doing what, you ask? Well you have come to the right place because here is where I tell you all about it good and hard.
You may know if you’ve been reading a while that I occasionally retcon my crap. Sometimes it’s pretty quick, but often I just let it sit for days – weeks – months – all, I’m gonna get to it someday I promise and then I lose the papers on which I’ve scribbled the corrections and then I go crawl under the bed and stay there and eat apple strudel for a week.
Anyway I spent an afternoon fixing just about everything I could think of how to fix in my comic archives for 2k8. Including – and this is fascinating shit:
• 10 properly recolorized, wet, glistening tears of anguish
• 1 replacement of nameless extra with recurring character
• 1 place where I made a reference to a cell phone company that wasn’t exactly existing so much anymore, ha ha I am old
• 2 ignominious spelling errors, corrected
• 3 blobs of spit, made spit-colored
• 1 cleansing fire, made hotter and cleansinger
• 3 additional panels providing sorely-needed exposition
• 2 drawings professionally defuckupterized
• 1 piece of reader input, which I actually solicited in this here very space, finally implemented
• 2 unblinking Panopticon eyeballs given that healthy Purina glow
• I don’t know maybe 12 other things too boring to itemize even here
Go through the archives and pick out each of these correction and I’ll give you a prize! A prize of psychoactive medication which would be the best gift you could possibly receive. I know, I know. Go ahead. Let it all out.
In related news, I’m not sure I can fully endorse Nobody Scores In The Cyberfuture as of this writing; when I came out of the post-comics fugue I realized – to my horror – no, not that it was incomprehensible, that’s like my everyday – but that I had forgot to make fun of something. In a couple weeks I may stealthily rejigger it, redoing the ending for the third time, possibly during that dour emotional desert time you people like to refer to as “Valentine’s Day.” Then I’ll ask you about it, since what I’ll be making fun of is surely one of the TV Tropes – I just don’t know what they call it. By the way don’t click on that link unless you want to lose the entire evening. Click on this one, and lose half.
FIND THESE FINE PRODUCTS IN AISLE 8
Sometimes the one thing that is combined with the other thing seems to work out pretty much. We shall see!
A couple people have decided to read through all of Cerebus and review it as they go through it. Interesting. Cerebus was a pretty big influence on my own comics though admittedly I hopped off that train sometime before the dreaded issue #183; seeing some people with critical eyes go through it for the first time is neat. Hopefully they stick around to the point where it gets good, though – the first eight or ten issues are famously rough.
If you’ve not seen these Far Side reenactments then You Have Been Missing Out.
Rocket power that shit!
Ah, yes, superpowers that don’t work. A theme near plus dear to my stony heart.
Oh yeah and also there’s that new president dude.
JESUS I TOTALLY FORGOT I AM AN INGRATE
I’m a little stunned as to the extent of the donations given to the Nobody Scores! tip jar (which is way down there on the sidebar go looky). I mean, I was basically expecting dead flies and twine, but here you guys go giving me enough money to cover web hosting costs for the next year. Sweet! Muchas gracias. I couldn’t ask for more. Well, until next year, when I fully expect to take in enough cash to crush Child’s Play beneath my tyrannical heel.