December 2006 Archives

Ow.

By the way: Serious about trying to muscle out three pages a week, starting in January. I really, really want to. I'm really gonna try.

The tip jar's still gonna stay down there, though. Not sure what to do with it, yet. I know I can do three pages a week; not sure if I can maintain a life and manage four.... Hm. Thinkin' on it. Feel free to keep donatin', though. I'm not the digital type, so I still buy my ink the old-fashioned way.

And for those who might care, I finally got a decent sketch of Zoradysis up on the cast page. I can't take credit for her shirt slogan; it's based on a tattoo I saw, which was in turn based on a tattoo we've all probably seen. It was just too cute to resist stealing.

Blame the holidays. I do!

More tomorrow...

I got a copy of Charles Burns' collected Black Hole, An Anthology of Graphic Fiction, Cartoons, and True Stories, some really good home made caramels, and some exotic teas! My husband got a video game about pretending to be a Cherokee on a spaceship, a humidifier, a Tom Waits album that I intend to steal, and World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War! Harvey the dog got a pretty little sweater and a little man made of fleece to chew on! What did you get?

Scipio probably got a headache.

I would love to know the name of this song in English, and which CD I can find it on. Because otherwise I'm going to die or something.

I know the band is called Tama, they have a MySpace, and a lot of their music sounds like this. But that Romanji title isn't parsing in any of the Romanji-to-English dictionaries I can find, and Babelfish is completely helpless in the face of Japanese grammar.

(I'm not desperate to know what they're saying... but I wouldn't be against it, either. So a summary of the lyrics would be nice, too?)

But that probably doesn't surprise you.

A Thursday update, how bizarre. But you know how it is. Not to worry, this is still a two-page week. Something new will be up before Christmas, probably Saturday evening. You guys know how I am.

This has been a pretty good year, I think. Templar got some very nice things said about it over at Comixpedia's 2006 Roundtable, and I got honored with the 20th spot on that same site's "Top 25 People in Webcomics" list of 2006. And really, I hardly even do anything. That was pretty cool of them, I think.

My New Year's Resolutions include bumping Templar up to thrice-weekly, being more punctual about production, getting the artist for Blikada her scripts and sketches without having to be poked, and updating "Playing with Dolls" exactly once.

Bye!

I wish this had gone up on Friday, but Harvey the puppy developed a horrifying case of pudding-butt that had to be seen to.

Washable couch cushion slipcovers. WISE INVESTMENT.

He's better now, though, aside from some ridiculously bad puppy-gas.

Stuff like this makes it obvious I shouldn't have kids. Ever. I hardly have time for a six-pound dog's emergencies, who can dare to imagine what monumental failures I'd be capable of with beings that not only relied on me for their continued existence, but required three meals a day, decent schooling, and toys that need to do more than squeak. Yipes.

I had planned on a doggie fashion show for you guys by now, but the clothes I ordered were a little too big, so I sent 'em back for replacements. I ordered a chunk of Harv's wardrobe from here, in case you're curious. What, exactly? Wait and see!

I'll grant that I'd been out of the dog ownership loop for a long time before I got Harvey, which makes this a gross assumption, but... is it me, or have dog clothes gotten a whole lot more GLAM, recently? Is Paris Hilton to blame for that, or do people who like to dress up their dogs in the first place just tend to fit the rhinestone-and-pink-gingham demographic more reliably than the general populace? Because of all the things I've bought Harvey, once of the hardest items to find was the collar: Plain black leather, no bells or whistles, size extra-small. Sparkly? Candy-striped? Lavender leopard print with contrasting "SPOILED BITCH" embroidery? Not a problem, right down to extra-EXTRA small. But plain black? Took searching.

Poor Harvey. But I guess I know what he feels like. Plain black tank tops aren't much easier to get ahold of.

More comics Monday! And as always, you guys with DNS problems can find the latest page here.

Now.

Seriously, now.

Now now now NOW.

MY DAY IS MADE.

"Very buff guy who's shocked and embarrassed when observed naked."

Body-shyness seems about as common as smallpox in the bodybuilding crowd. Not that it should be a surprise, I guess.

Anyway: Enter Epiphany. It only took me, what, thirty pages to get around to telling you her name? EXCELLENT.

Folks with DNS issues, page 29 can be seen here!

Everyone who can see the current pages can find Saturday's new page in the customary place. However, everyone with persistent problems... you guys seem to be stuck on the page with Bill falling in the window onto Ben, right?... can find all the latest stuff here, in a thread on Iron Sideshow, my forum. This should definitely work, cuz these pages are hosted on my private webspace instead of the WCN servers.

I'll keep updating that thread until WCN starts displaying properly for you guys.

...

Man, I'm tired.

Hi, folks. DNS issues from the server move are still dogging WCN, so some of you guys are as much as three pages behind. let's try this, let me know if it works.

Here are the locations for the latest four pages. Let me know if you can see them when they're linked this way. If so, I'll provide direct links to the new updates from now on, until the server issues are resolved.

The Mob Goes Wild, Page 24
The Mob Goes Wild, Page 25
The Mob Goes Wild, Page 26
The Mob Goes Wild, Page 27

And another page tomorrow, too. Three page week, you generous bastards!

And thanks to everyone who friended that MySpace profile! I'll probably be using that thing to upload photos, post update notices, and answer PMs, mostly. I'm gonna see if the HTML allowances there are flexible enough to allow me to copy my re-run my blog there, too.

And attention, comic dorks: I've got a ComicSpace profile now, too! When it rains, it pours, huh? Friend me!

A word of warning, though: the popularity of CS seems to have WAY exceeded the founder's initial expectations, so you might have trouble connecting. I know I have. So if I haven't friended you there yet, don't panic. It's not personal, just bandwidth; I take all comers. Cuz I'm skanky.

Plz b my friend. :(

Page! But forget that, let's talk about us.

You know, you guys fucking rock me. Really. Your donations, the stuff you buy, your comments and emails. I love you so weird and crazy. You keep this from being work, and you make me wanna work faster and figure out how to not need sleep and so on. You're generous with your praise and your support, you pimp the comic on your own time, you drop me nice PMs in totally unrelated forums. And you don't giggle when I talk about dressing up my dog in cute little outfits. I'm just really happy about this whole thing.

Hooray for you. <3

I promise to knock it off with the Tex Avery faces. Soon. Honest.

And Bill has clearly made a lifestyle choice, hasn't he? Gotta wonder what he does between his little projects.