The Kill

This comic is an homage of sorts to "The Kill" by The Dresden Dolls. Fantastic song, if you have yet to hear it. After all, they fought the British- and they won.

Hipsters I

To be fair, I have Hipsters to thank for bringing an economic force to the many things I love and have enjoyed for decades, but until recent interested, were underfunded. I'm not the sort whom is particularly impressed by how underground or obfuscated something is, and as a result take enjoyment when my favorite band grows in popularity. As a result, I bear this demographic no ill will, other than the fact that it took them so damn long to catch on to all these spiffy things! Speaking of which, go listen to Anathallo (Start with "Sparrows"). Do it right now before you forget, and if you have something spiffy to share with me, then by all means!

Soup would be nice.

My sister recently asked me to do a comic. I'm not entirely sure what she had in mind, nor am I ready to implement this “grand idea” I've been tossing around that will rely so heavily upon photoshoppe type programs, but hey, I figured I'd give it a shot. More to the point, since most of the subjects we discuss are so cynical, it seemed a positive note couldn't hurt. Couple of things to take into account, however:

1. Despite the massive amounts of awesome ideas I have for other people's comics, I rarely have any of my own.
2. I cannot draw.

Not to worry however, because cute, awkward things are what's “in” on the interwebs right now. Thank God for this because not only do I find them personally entertaining, but I just don't have the time at current to improve my lack of ability to scribble lines across paper. Or do I..?

The other benefit to this is that all of the various ideas I've been wanting to try equate to entirely plausible, and enjoyable. This is quite a relief since, to myself at least, the purpose of this exists to vent unto the world, and while I'm down for entertaining anyone whom reads of our particular neurosis, I'm not sure I wish to expand beyond an audience of, oh, I don't know, 11.

Why? Well, it's simple. I'm a genuinely crazy fuck who has a hard time puzzling out the motives of other human beings. I just want to help people, and not explode, and don't understand why everyone else isn't driven by these two ideals either. Whenever the latter does not occur, I count this as a “good day”, because in my little scorebook it allows me to rack up significantly more tics than the previous system, in which days when I was crippled by rage, distrust, and paranoia for even a couple of hours, I marked as a “bad day”. Yesterday would have been counted as one of those. So now while this data is significantly less helpful to whatever individual might make good use of it, it sure makes me feel a hell of a lot better.

And now I want pho.