Stomach-Ache Blues

Ahhh, the blues. A language all it's own, a way for one to express the true pain of the soul, while healing at the same time. A way to describe how a woman may have hurt you, or how you may miss a loved one, or how the cat you devoured whole is still really pissed off. Yep, a language all it's own.

Saw Dark City for the first time last night. And holy epic, that movie was made for me. It's part sci-fi, part romance, part film noir. And I am a huge fan of film noir. The dark seediness of it, the clever characters, the mystery and violence. It's great.

Well, it's a short one today, off to work I go. Hope ya'll had an enjoyable weekend. Garcia. OUT.

Back Again for the 4th Time?

Really, by now, who's actually counting? It's been a long time since I've updated the blog, I know. And I apologize. I've been busy, you know. Busy not pumping out comics, busy not doing what I love, pretty much just been busy screwing around and not focusing on my talents; these being guitar, goofy-looking comics, and Spanish. Well, time to get in the game. No longer will I let my stoned armadillo and drunk aardvark lie idle. No longer will I allow the carniverous Tyraptorsaurus Rexes roam free amongst my imagination without showing firsthand their carnage on drawn paper. No longer will I stifle my talents with World of Warcraft, alcohol, Cartoon Network, reading, advancing my goals, making cashy money, regaining old friendships...

Shit. I'm beginning to remember why I stopped updating this thing to begin with. You know...if I could actually attribute my absence to any of those things. No, dear readers, it is, for lack of better words, simple laziness and inattention. Well, I'm back. Again.

For, you know...the whatevereth time. Screw it. Bring on the substance-abusing mammals, amphibians, and reptilia. I'm game.

Also, Mister Miller, I may require use of your scanner. My digicam just...just ain't gonna do these comics justice.