February is Almost Gone... Well, Sort of

I am not sure why, but February always has seemed to go by much, much faster than all of the other months. Yes, I know that it actually has fewer days, but really, it is only like two or three days shorter than the others. It makes no sense that it has always felt that it is at least 15 days shorter than all of the others. And it is still host to more holidays than August, a month that, if months had hair, it would be the red-headed among them all. And not the carrot colored "red" - but that actual pretty color red. That dark red. The red that comes with brown eyes. You know the kind.

Anyhow, tomorrow is one of those days, which I am going to willfully ignore, and so will my boyfriend. Perhaps on the 15th, we will gorge on chocolate candies that are discounted heavily. And perhaps find pink stuffed animals that will appeal to Sweetpea Johnson, girl ferret who loves to play with stuffed animals.

Actually, tomorrow is also the boyfriend's brother Skot's birthday. So, uh, happy birthday Skot, you crazy kid who doesn't even know this blog exists! I always think that birthdays that fall on holidays are sort of sad birthdays. Those poor kids have to share their birthday, their special day, with something else. And that's just ass. My birthday occasionally falls on the Autumnal Equinox, and even THAT sometimes bothers me. I am all "silly pagans, you should be celebrating ME! I should be your sun god AND tree god" and so on.

I am good at ranting in highly generalized and ignorant fashions, as I am sure you all well know.

PS - I like the site's new look and OH DEAR GOD it looks like xv has resurfaced. Can you imagine? It's like a new beginning for this old site. Bad news though, Trev is now missing. Silly busy schedules. I scoff.


So, that part finished, I think I will carry on with speaking of my comics.


I will talk about Jeremy's Big Story of True Life Public Humiliation.

I believe this is the first time I thought to actually make a biographical style of comic. Naturally, my first one had to star Jeremy because he generally has the worst luck of all time, or at least did from 2002-2004.

This comic basically wrote itself, as it consists of almost 100% of our exact dialogue in the AIM. I took some things out, and occasionally paraphrased some of the words, and I even rearranged some things so that they made a more logical progression and so on. Are you shocked? Scandalized?

So am I.

Naturally, the things you see in the comic, of me and Jeremy interacting - those are merely symbolic. Or, imaginary. Yes, they are more imaginary. But since I consider myself an artist, I have to pretend that it is all Symbolic. See how I was drawing a comic throughout this whole story? That is symbolic of the fact that I draw comics for Jeremy like a damn slave. A damn SASSY slave!!

But, I guess it turns out that while all of that "Flavee Ice" (the name was my own invention) stuff really happened, it didn't explode exactly like that. It didn't blast into his face like a shotgun filled with ice pellets and cherry flavoring. I think it might have actually just overflowed out of his cup in a way that made the floor messy.

However, Jeremy dramatizes. And then I dramatize his dramatization. This leaves us with a big pile of exaggerated half-truths which only barely resembles what actually happened, and then I call it ABSOLUTELY TRUE. I may or may not be shyster material.

The conversation between Jeremy and his brain is my favorite part. Specifically the way Jeremy looks when he says "HYUCK MY FLAVEE ICE IS ACTIN' FUNNAY!" His facial expression makes me lol even to this very moment.

The ending is a bit abrupt and not terribly funny, but that's really how it ended. Then he told me about some family in Target that had 16 kids and the dad was a biker who stood tall and proud at 5 feet tall. They were reportedly all mutants.

I like this comic. Despite all of the things I'd do differently now, I must say that I DO like it.