PREPARE YOURSELF FOR THE UNAVOIDABLE YET INFINITELY DESIRABLE PRESENCE OF SARCASM
LATEST SONG: GAME-CHANGER
SO, I’ve been drawing and writing for this character, Misterguy, since I was a ridiculously wee girl. And always the same story since the very beginning, mind you: his wife gets hit by a truck, he weeps bitter tears of lonely regret for the loss of her and for the consequent loathsome emptiness which has all but entirely hollowed out his life, so on and so forth he wears a party hat because what the hell life’s short, I had a perfectly normal childhood yes thank you. [And thus she staved off the formidable volley of unnecessarily interrogative and emotionally charged emails. And yes, my run-on sentences are purely intentional]
SO! Since around ’09 it mutated grotesquely into a full-blown comic for which there was no cure; and ladies, gentlemen, germs: THIS idea in particular, where “the world turns color,” has been on my mind for the past two years—-because I frankly don’t relish the visual limitations of strict B&W.
Don’t get me wrong—it has its place and looks gorgeous in myriad applications(howdy there, my FRONT COVER for this thing?!). Nonetheless, on the whole, black and white vs. color and all that gracefully entails—-it’s like the difference between a radioactive paper sack versus Godzilla 2000.
The sack, he puts up a fight, sprouts a few arms, they have a few laughs; but in the end the sack gets……I know you want me to say ‘sacked’, I swear, but I simply rather MUST insist that it is promptly incinerated. *Pats Zilla on head*
OH! P.S. I have problems, WITH allow me to elaborate: [SPEECH BUBBLES]. In case you didn’t notice. This was notably premeditated and quite a part of our regularly scheduled programming, so help me do not attempt to adjust your television screen or I will give you such a pinch.
P.S. 2: THE COMIC ISN’T FINISHED YET. I’m kind of a jerk.
Give it a week. I’m running a one-ME-show, here.