The site is looking a little dingy. I think I need a change of pace. I'm thinking maybe chartreuse. I'd like to get a store here but I'm not sure what the demand for Vexxswag actually is. And I'm ever the conservative business turtle - never willing to stick my neck out. Perhaps I'll see if I can find an accommodating vendor who will let me order on demand (and not be a larcenous lout). Or perhaps I'll just pony up the cash...
I had a long shoot yesterday, OK? It was hot and lengthy and boring and slow. I spent the day hefting a Sony Beta SP camera and sticks around a Ford Dealership from 10:00am to 8:00pm. I was fed hot dogs the size of grown weasels. We shot nine (9) commercials, each featuring the daughter of the owner. While talented for a 21 year old, she was...well...shall we say extremely 21.
Again, present readership excluded.
Thanks to sunblock SPF 45 I am unripened this day but have been slugging back water since I awakened parched this morning. I have had to return camera package, audio package, lighting package and send various envoi to their respective owners.
Expect a comic in your near future. If you live in Gadsden and watch local television, expect something far, far less pleasant.
Yes, I am preparing my taxes. Expect a comic soon...but not today. I feel your moral outrage. Direct it here. I'll have three comics up this week. Possibly starting tomorrow. If not, I promise it will be in color...or something.
That's right, I am eight years older than I ever imagined I would be. At 40 I can now start codgering with relative impunity. So now when I rant about some petty indiscretion - imagined or real - I can now add "back in my day" or "when I was young" or the ever popular "kids these days". Think I'm being silly? In fifteen years, I get my AARP card.
Put THAT in your LAN party and invite it to team chat.
Let me assure you, I'm not exaggerating my age in an effort to reduce the duration of my ongoing pledge to you. In fact - as of the typing of this missive - there are (so far) no outwardly visible signs of my advancing decrepitude. More than once my youthful appearance has been described as "creepy" by those younger than 25 - an admonition that I believe underscored the veracity of their appraisal. Maybe by nightfall my visage with wither and droop like the unlucky Dorian after his encounter with an enraged art critic. Or I might play some Halo. Both have equal likelihood of coming to pass.
Well...Halo has a slight lead should Diet Code Red be introduced in any significant volume.
1) I'm 40.
2) I owe three strips come tomorrow.
3) I have three scripts written so...give me half a day here and I'll see what I can do.
Friday's Vexxarr will post Sunday-ish. Monday's will be on time. Unscheduled road trip will keep me away from my cybernetic life support pod until Saturday evening. I'll let you know when and if I survive this trip into the meat-space wilderness of the American Southeast (Florida).
Yes, your recent foray into the BWW (Bleen Wide Web) was indeed my April fools jolly at your expense. It took me less than an hour and it was the best I could do on short notice. To further exacerbate things - by which I mean you - I left it up all day toady because some of you don't get Vexxarr at home on the weekends.
I hope you enjoyed being confused by it as much as I enjoyed confusing you. Which is to say quite a bit.
Look, a new comic. I have more. I shall post them.