The Biography Comics are over!
I’d ask you to kill me but I’m already dead inside.
Cupcake, Witches to follow.
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I like that the receding hair line got worse through the story. Seriously Dan. Stop that. Stop finding faults in things. Find more joy in life and don’t bother to overthink it. The more you sink into your rut, the worse you’ll feel about EVERYTHING. Maybe that girl enjoyed herself kind of. Maybe you should call her again. Idfk.
Dan, you’re my hero. Because while we over think shit all the time, you can at least enjoy the moment for what it was and still be more productive and talented than I will ever be. Just think that all things that happen to you is preparation for when you meet the girl that’s into you and just for you. Also a nice dakimakura is comfy way to sleep at night. (Not saying from experience…but really is saying from experience.)
Why you gotta live in Canada, mang, that shit is out of the way. Let’s meet up in the middle, say Mexico? We’ll have a grand old time. I promise I won’t pet you, but I must insist on watching you sleep.
Omg, somehow i feel more depressed than normally, Thanks Dan. I guess a Lot of us can identify or relate to such life-situations, its heartbreaking. You should do a regular biographical strip, As you now we all loves to Be reminded of human misery, or the wonders and misfortune of an artists life.
Must be nice to know you can always count on the support of people online, should be a good reason to keep improving your craft and moving on. It turns what’s a potentially selfish affair into a communal thing where you feed off other people’s tears and laughter. I’m overthinking this, already had said my piece before.
My breakthrough to “the other side” involved wrenching my brain all at once (yes you gotta be in CRISIS MODE to achieve this) into not giving a fuck what other people thought of me (within societal reason). Everything in my life fell into place after that, and I’m pretty effin’ happy now. Might not be the key for you but it sounds as though it may help.
And it’ll just be an extreme close up of cupcake’s leotard covered butt for an image behind the words. You’ll never be invited anywhere ever again. Not even by Frederica. Good thing you have us to torment you in your loneliness.
I had built myself up to try and say something long-winded and attempt at being profound.
But all I really want to say is, you’re work has always been a big motivator and inspiration some times.
I wish you the best in all you do.
Gustav Mahler wrote a symphony after completing his Eighth, but refused to give it a number in observance of what modern musicologists semi-seriously refer to as the curse of the ninth. That is, many of the most influential and successful composers seem to meet their fate after completing nine. Mahler then went on to begin composing a subsequent symphony. He died, leaving it unfinished.