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Archive for March, 2009
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Brett hair grow long, Brett need hair cut. Brett no need articles to talk!
Anywho, I sure do like that Marvelous Mis-Adventures of Flapjack show! This time I figured I’d tell you the name of the show I’m referencing for the benefit of the few readers who don’t have any idea what I’m talking about (AKA My parents.)
So um, I dunno, I dont really have any sort of deep philosphical musings about having my haircut. Sometimes life’s just life. Yanno?
Allergy season is the shits. Green pollen coats everything in Savannah, Eyes water, throats dry, medicine makes you pass out. Weee.
Hm… How do I go upon fixing my already broken sleep schedule?
I know! Hang out at Josh & Ricky’s until 5am! AWESOME!
Well, it’s that time of year again, where Savannah’s street floor with dumb, drunk people dressed in green. And tonight, I decided to tag along. Giving into the price-gouged beer and food, putting up the the drunken screams of mindless passerbys, and settling into a wonderful drunken stupor.
St. Patty’s Day in Savannah is a double edged sword, it’s hell to put up with, but if you settle in, and just go with it, you’ll be alright.
That being said, I fucking hate St. Patty’s Day.
“Well life on the outside ain’t what it use to be,
you know the worlds gone crazy and it ain’t safe on the street,
Ohh, It’s a drag and I know, There’s only one place to go
I’m coming home, oh yeah, I’m coming home”
I felt like going full color today, in honor of my favoritest TV show ever. Also, don’t judge me. Sheesh.
So yeah, I get this TXT from Pranas telling me to check out his twitter about this ker-azy forums bashing his comic, Inkdick, then said they’d trained their site on me. So naturally I couldn’t wait to see what this forum was going to say about my comics.
Oddly enough they were pretty cut-throat about Inkdick, but I felt I was spared a little. Infact, I was really complimented that a majority of the posts felt my art was really good, even if they felt my writing was mediocre. But then again, they didn’t seem to be exactly privvy to what a ‘journal comic’ is, it’s not always about telling a complete story or making a fun joke. It’s about recording my life, and hey, if it’s funny or even interesting most of the time, then go me. My comic, and Journal comics on a whole aren’t quite for everyone.
Me and Pranas were super excited about the whole thing. When random strangers start to hate you on the internet, you know you’re gaining some sort of crowd! So, residents of Fourmopolis, thanks for your jeerings and complaints, it good to know somebody knows about me!
This happends anytime somebody interrupts my intial spiel by simply saying “Nope.”, that totally throws people off, wait the ten seconds it takes for me to say it! C’mon!
Boy, that sure was just annoying, and begets my painfully forgetful nature. When you’re hurrying to get somewhere you’re already late to, a 35$ submission fee really slips your mind.
Now these Alhambra apartments are pretty sweet, but the only thing keeping it from becoming cheap artist valhalla is the traffic. Just getting a half a mile down the street took me easily 20 minutes. The pain.
Man I can’t wait to move in, and actually have spending money! Holy Poop!
So, the party got pretty crazy, but thankfully I didn’t get blind-ass drunk like I did in my last folly. Major props to SEQA PJ Kevin Burkhalter and Jarrett Williams for throwing a funkin’ awesome party.
People on the Cool Couch: Me, Pranas & Martyn, read their kerrr-azy exploits, as they’ll surelly be mirroring mine on this day!