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Enter the Mac Addict
November 9, 2001
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So yeah. Stuff and things and junk.
We proudly introduce comics four and five, and that's an extra one today because we neglected to tell you that this comic updates Tuesday and Friday without fail, and dammit I mean WITHOUT FAIL. That was one of those things I spent that 18 months before we put this thing up thinking about it was an inner dialogue with myself, very tense-like and deep you know, sort of like this:
Me: Hey self.
Self: What?
Me: You know, if we're ever really going to get that webcomic thing going, we're going to have to be reliable.
Self: Huh?
Me: Really dammed reliable. We're not going to be the type who makes the poor reader stare at the same dammed graphic as they saw the time before, feeling lost and unfulfilled, without even so much as a blurb in the rant section detailing why apparently the world suddenly ended and prevented a comic from being posted.
Self: What?
Me: Goddammit, haven't you been listening?!
Self: No, I was thinking about Hugh Jackman again.
Me: Oh. Dressed as Wolverine?
Self: How else?
Me: Ah. Carry on then.
...So there you have it, my thought process. Well, not exactly, sometimes I'll think about Diablo II Expansion instead, but you get the general idea. If I need to pound out something involving witty commentary and a single template, black n' white, tackle a guest artist, or even get Web-Guy Josiah to make something for you, rest assured, I will not let you people down, unless of course I get hit by a bus, or attacked by weasels, or some other frightening act of God strikes me. Just so you know.
These past few days have been the roller coaster ride from Hell, just to let you know, to, I guess, put things in perspective. Worrying about the strip alternating with dammit, why do I have so much fucking homework, and get this: the moment I have some free time, do I work ahead? Nooooo, that would be the intelligent answer, and as we all know (or will find out soon enough) I have about the practical intellect of a pair of underpants. So of course I watched Trigun, which, in a way, might have oddly enough been the smarter option, because Jesus Holy Christ on a pineapple pizza did I need a break. Cripes. So if you're out there, struggling with homework, or work, or whatever, I hear you, my brothers and sisters. I'm with you there. Now please shoot me, I don't want to read Moby Dick any more. NO MORE, I TELL YOU!!! HAVE MERCY!!
Enough of that. So yes...you might notice that I actually have some meagre offerings up in the Art section, of some older and newer work - most of my art is not scanned, so I'm afraid I can't show you as cool of shit as I wanted to - and that my Stuff section has just gone fricking insane. Don't blame me, blame Cafepress: they said look, here's all sorts of fun stuff to mess with, and I said fucking beautiful, stand aside and I'll do my thang. So I did, and here are the results. And while I truly doubt in my heart of hearts that any of you out there in Readerland are just dying to land your paws on some swank I'm Blue merchandise at this current date, one can never be too prepared. If you particularly like the stuff I've got up but think it needs a little tweaking, be not afraid to e-mail me and let me know what you'd like changed. R0xx0rs.
Well, I'm off to read some more of that good old Moby-goddammed-Dick, but take care all and stay well away from Melville novels.
Word.
- Annie "Blue" VM
P.S.: I don't want to be presumptuous, but PA... was that "shout out" to me? Dare I even ask? Infinite love to you, homies, infinite like the fucking Konami code. Damn skippy.
She wants to conquer the world completely
But first she'll conquer me discreetly
The female of the species is more deadlier than the male
- Space
"Female of the Species"
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