Bags o' Cocks & Why You Shouldn't Google Image Search

The ever amazing Jared over at Head Injury Theater was tickled enough by a recent comic, to continue where I left off. As you can see from my responses, things became horrible, rapidly.









This is why you shouldn't encourage me, folks.

As if that wasn't enough WTF for one blog post, I found the below image. (I decline to comment how I found this image, but that's hardly the point.)



It totally isn't Vincent, but holy fuck does it look like him or what? I have, as a matter of fact, received a piece of fan art I like to call the "pity porn" depicting an illicit liaison between Eep and Vincent, but that still doesn't mean stumbling across this late at night didn't cause me to do a triple-take.

WTF is up with YOU Lady A?

I never thought I'd be doing an installment of WTF about myself.

Although I suspected.

So, as you can tell from the lack of content this week, the comic hasn't been --uh-- reliable lately. Yeah. We'll go with "reliable."

There are a lot of long, boring and pathetically emo reasons why, but the biggest (and most emo) of the lot has been good old fashioned stress. Ducky lost his job 7 (emo) months ago, and hasn't been able to replace it. It's stretched our bank account and my emotional (read: emo) state as far as they can go without either total financial ruin and/or complete mental meltdown.

To put it briefly: both my bank account and psyche have (emo) stretchmarks*.

Last week, I had the comic all but finished when I was involved in a minor fender-bender. It wasn't serious (or emo): some scrapes on the bumper and some lingering stiffness for two days. So even I was surprised when this made me have a drama-fest of gargantuan proportions. (You thought I was going to say "emo" didn't you?) It made me come to a hard decision about the comic. One that I've been avoiding.

I'm going to have to tool back Strange Fiction, and in a major way. I've kept saying I was going to do this, but I've resisted. Partly because I'm finally almost (almost) satisfied with the direction the comic is taking, and partly because I'm a stubborn bitch of a woman. I don't want to do less with the comic, I want to do more. I'm both furious and frustrated I'm unable to do that. I didn't want to admit to myself that Strange Fiction had become a burden.

But, I also don't want to burn myself out to the point where I can no longer produce the comic, and if I continue along this path, I'm afraid that's just what will happen. So, that's where we are, kids. Indulge my emoness a bit longer, and sooner or later, we'll get back to a place we can all enjoy.

* If you've made it this far through the blog, you deserve a reward. Would you like a terrible "Your mom" joke? Too bad! That's what you're getting.

"Both my bank account and psyche have stretchmarks, just like your mom's ass."

Thank you! I'll be here all week!