I Am Probably Too Tired To Be Blogging, Suckers

It has been one of those weeks. Enough interesting things have happened, but when I sit here in front on my blog, I don't really want to speak about any of it. This happens quite a lot. I'm not sure if I don't think it's interesting enough or if I have a sudden need to keep things to myself in that way that I tell everyone else but don't want it in a blog. Blahhhhhg.

Let's see. How about I summarize then? And go off on occasional wild tangents.

Last weekend, I was semi-stranded in smaller-town Ohio than where I ordinarily reside. It was a pleasant enough day except that I usually get a headache when I am in the sun for more than 45 minutes, because I manage to squint a lot. Since natural light seems so much brighter than a monitor in a darkened room. Pff. My boyfriend and I walked for miles and in a desperate attempt to pass some time, we ate at some little tiny dive in the center of town called Grandma's Pizza, where I had a gyro to the tune of that outrageously horrid song about ain't no bein' no hollaback girl, which is the worst song I have ever heard in my life. And it made my gyro almost lose flavor. They shouldn't play Top 40 Radio Stations in eateries. It sickens me everytime.

Later in the week, Jeremy traumatized me with the Shaye Saint John website, and I almost couldn't sleep that night because I kept having horrifying visions of lifesized mutilated dolls coming down the hallway at me in the dark. I also had day-visions of a similar nature. What terror. I heard that XV has emailed this Shaye and I definitely hope that it befriends us.

Also this week, my newest ferret, Sweetpea, had a panic attack of epic proportions while outdoors with me, and I was bitten soundly on my hand. I only bled a little. But I can now say with authority that ferretbites are definitely different than ratbites. A ferretbite is like having been hit with a hammer with four tiny spikes on it, whereas the ratbite is like being shivved with a tiny razor. One bruises and aches, and the other one bleeds like there is no tomorrow and swells massively. I can't decide which I'd rather have. My hand is still all bruised and scabby. But it wasn't as bad as I expected when I picked her up while she was flailing and screeching like that.

Jeremy told me a story that I want to make into a comic.

Actually, Jeremy is STILL scaring me with Shaye St. John pictures. Days later. He just now showed me an image I wasn't expecting and I think my soul actually hurt in fright.

I think maybe a few other things of not-much-importance happened, but I am ridiculously tired right now so I think I will just stop trying to compose sentences.

Some Days I Don't Want to Think of a Blog Title

Blog titles, or the titles of anything, really, can be a pain to make up. I am one of those people who normally likes to title things, even things that don't need titles, like my shoes or my breakfast ritual. But other days, it just seems like too much to ask. This is one of those days.

This past weekend, on Saturday, my boyfriend and I drove through Indiana the diagonal way to get near Chicago, where we were scheduled to get another ferret. Yes, now we have two. Huxley and Sweetpea. They are made of supercute. However, it has surprised me to find that having two ferrets is twice as exhausting as just having one. And the litter and the food seems to be being used up at twice the speed. My, my.

This means that I shall have to be selling things a bit more around here. Does anyone want to pay me like $30 to make a small, cheap-to-mail painting for them? Or a more expensive, larger painting? Or anything you have in mind, really. I still have two 16x20 inch paintings that I forgot to sell. One is of the clown, Mrs. Mutters' Son, standing in a puddle looking dazed. The other has a bright neon pink background and is of the Vampire Puppet attacking the girl's legs shouting "I NEED BLOOD" or whatever. I'd let those go for like $50 since they are actually quite large. ANY TAKERS? If you are all too poor to be able to afford any little joy like that, ask rich relatives or friends to purchase them for your birthday or whatever. There are ways around poverty.

As for site-related things to say, it's been kind of boring around here. Mark is on vacation somewhere and XV is out of commission because of some computer worm that literally ate his computer somehow. Hopefully he'll be back in this internet world this week sometime. Jeremy has been.. well.. Jeremy. Which means he has been "being bored" and "working on store a little" and "running the fuck away from tornadoes." Trev has been busy as usual. And I have been playing with ferrets and painting.

Oh! I may have an article idea that I should complete and deliver to Jeremy by the end of the week. I think I am going to do a Travel Guide style review of the entire state of Indiana. Because it is my opinion that when you have seen one mile of Indiana interstate highway, you have pretty much seen it all.

I haven't written a frank and honest review on anything in a good long while. So this should be fun.

A Comic Is Spoken About Here

So it seems my latest comic is up. I apologize again for making so few comics so far this year. Hopefully, I will catch up on them as the months go on. I think I've only done two in 2005. But this last one took about 2 weeks to make, from the moment I made up the plot to the moment I scanned it all in and sent it to Jeremy. Of course, some of that time was spent mapping out Unicorn Valley in a fairly detailed way, and then creating a scale version of it in Sim City 4. But I viewed all of that as very essential work, so that I could get the overhead scene of the town in the first panel as accurate as possible. And now, all future scenes of Unicorn Valley will only get more and more accurate and detailed because I plan on making more and more maps. For some reason. I understand that it's kind of weird, but I am enjoying myself.

Speaking of "kind of weird" and "enjoying myself," I must say that this last comic is one of my favorites so far. The plot was developed in a haze of rambling to Trev while listening to a song by Ministry. It seems that if I were to make a song while being influenced by "N.W.O." this is the comic I would make. I thought it was a kind of silly plot that wouldn't amount to anything and would CERTAINLY not be interesting or funny enough, but I decided to try it anyway. Also, Trev said that I should make it just to prove it can be done. And you know how I am when I've got something to prove.

Some of you may remember XV being in that one comic with Frizoo and the Aye-aye. He claims to have died in that last scene, where the centipedes spill out of his head. I have decided that it was wrong to kill of XV so quickly, so it has been officially decided that he was being melodramatic when he said "I die." He was really saved and stitched up at the area hospital, and can be seen in the background of one panel, playing chess with Tiny Fortune and sipping a coffee. He has a scar on his head where the aye-aye got him, and that scar will probably remain for some time.

I just wanted to let you all know what was going on and if anyone had noticed, now they won't suspect that they had just seen his ghost playing chess and relaxing.

This comic introduced many new characters, and many older characters had their little cameo appearances. Worthy of note is Mark, who shouts that the Devil is to blame. Our friend Mark recently decided that he had not been represented in my comics enough at all. He demanded some time be made for him, since his last known appearance was when the old woman had wet herself and the surrounding elevator. Poor Kyle. ... Actually Kyle is the guy who shouts about the dragon flying out of the window. His face is partially obscured by his arm, so I didn't know if you could tell.

Also, Chickendad and Kagamoto were to be seen at the end, helping to end the story. I really do enjoy those characters a bunch. They were finally reunited with their other friends, who were originally seen in that 3-armed man comic. For those of you who enjoy trivia: the cowboy is named Don Spur, the Puritan is named Goodie Pinstripe, and the little short lady is named Madam Hammer. They are all petty criminals of some variety or another, and their stories are interesting ones.

While drawing this comic, I had plenty of time to sort out histories, character relationships, and the like. I'm not sure if any of you can tell, but I have the whole little comic world in my head really frighteningly detailed and set. In fact, I like to think that Unicorn Valley exists there in my head, and runs on its own. My comics are just random little windows looking in on some of the more bizarre happenings.

It's probably going to help further my ultimate insanity somewhere down the line.