Some airplanes, an angry pilot, an orderly and a madam.

I have to make my own emoticon here:  !/  = ambivalence.  They don’ make growned-up emoticons.  Hm… maybe I should make some.

Now, me being tired and grump (if you want happy or upbeat, you need to go to the FanPage (see link above).

What the hell possessed me to put an entire lifetime of creativity into a despised art-form?  I might as well be writing porn.  What the fuck is the fucking use?

Well, once Robot Comics helps me get all these pages up, and all the Indyplanet books are up, and any electronic possibilities covered, I’m going to finally promote my own work.  My art and writing life may be over; somebody’s got to promote books, and once they’re written, it’s time to get them out there.  I don’t have that many years left.

Nah… I’ll be writing again, I can’t help it. It’s just this huge processing load is keeping me from doing any sort of creative work.  Once I get all these templates finished, I should be able to do something full-time — and there is no other way to write for me.  Sorry, folks, but I CAN’t just flip out scribbly little easy webcomics if you want my full quality.  It doesn’t work like that.