Inkblort turns one year old today. The sporadic adventures of sketchy looking random characters shall go on!

I also continue to promise that someday, this site will not be ugly anymore.

Blahlahrl!! The site design and layout is a mess right now, but at least it’s functional.

One sweet day, I will fix it up and make it purty. Mariah Carey told me to.

The burning candles that are my fingers sunk into the birthday cake that is this website design and then someone blew them out.

In other (better) words – I updated the version of ComicPress I’m running and am sticking to the default design for now because I’m lazy.

Yeah, I’ve been neglecting things a bit. I suggest using the RSS feed for easy notices on updates, because I really don’t know what my pacing is going to be like.

Anyway, I’d like to re-design the site a bit when I have some time, but for now you’ll just have to deal with this clashed look against the new strips.

You’ve probably already guessed it (especially if you are an electric guessist), but for the time being, Inkblort won’t have a regular update schedule. Strips will be plastered on this homey funkblog as they’re finished. Sorry if you came to enjoy the regularity, but so goes the erratic pulse of ink D:

My scanner, my dear friend, did not wake up this morning.

This has happened before, and he (she?) was revived on its own (or by God?) so I don’t want to rush out and buy a new one, because I’m cheap, and would rather wait a bit to see if my scanner pulls a Jesus again.

This is actually somewhat good timing for me. GTA 4… Okami… Mario Kart… all are poised to consume my itty bitty life… mmmmmmm….

Anyway, sorry about that, I know there’s already been a lot of nothing recently.

Apologies all around!

Sorry for not being a dutiful “every-other-day” webcomicmonger these days. I’ve got an exam coming up, so that’s why. Partially. I’m also lazy. But anyway, it’ll be a few days before the next strip.

I’m off to repel a small ant invasion, and then finally to bed.

G’night.

Today my pop tasked me to chopping up a whole chicken (erm, already dead, clean, etc.) It wasn’t particularly exciting, but perhaps sadly, was the most interesting experience I’ve had this week (I generally spend my time enjoying boring, monotonous activities). It’s weird when the meat actually sort of resembles what it was. I think you get so used to thinking of meat as neatly packed slabs, that you sort of forget they weren’t just walking chicken breasts or whatever. It was a living, breathing beast or bird that was born for you.

I’m not about to go veggie, but I couldn’t help but feel a little more unsettled than usual as I stabbed into the chicken’s chest, making a chalky, cracking sound, with my dad in the background saying “Good! You broke through the ribcage!”

Poor chicken.

At least his last act was to taste great.

Oh yeah, I opened an account at deviantART for Inkblort, so if for whatever reason you’d like to stop by:

http://inkblort.deviantart.com

And sorry about missing a couple days. I had some ideas but none of them really panned out. Plus I kind of overdosed on Rock Band.

You’re unique. I’m unique. That’s great. But are you really unique when you’re treading water in a sea of unique people? Unique people who are better swimmers than you? Unique people who have a poweryacht overrun with scantily-clad dancers whose teeth and genitals glow in the sun?

I love that episode of The Simpsons where Lisa meets a girl who she describes as ”better than me at everything that makes me special.” A lot of people will try and tell you that you just have to accept there will always be someone better than you. But I think that seems too pessimistic a spin, even for me. How do you go on when you know that everything you do which defines you, a whole mess of people are doing it better? And some for lots of money, with which they buy poweryachts and dancing slaves?

You don’t have to look far to find the darlings and the hidden gems who might make you second guess yourself. Maybe you look up to them, maybe you secretly resent them, or a bit of both, but ultimately you’ve just got to keep doing your own thing. I like to think that despite the inevitability of being outshone, you can take solace in knowing that even if you feel like a drowning speck of plankton, you’re still doing something the world’s never seen, because no one else is quite the same boiling cocktail of mush and blood that you are.

So splash your brain out!! ‘Cause whether you make ripples or tidal waves, they’re yours.