Heya! So here we are, buddy. Buddies? I’m a flighty weirdo so I don’t know how long I’ll keep this going, but for now, Inkblort, yet another webcomic in this vast sea of digital wonder we call the internet, is here to comfort you, warm your snowman toes, to feed the blorty blots of ink right into yer shining eyes. Something like that.
Wo-huh? I wrote a second blog entry and it was up for a while but I think accidentally deleted it. Ah well, basically I just said while I may not always stick to daily strips, I’ll try to keep it fairly regular, assuming real life doesn’t run in and push me around too much like the little stick man I am.
It’s only been 16 days since this fledgling took flight, but I gotta tell you, it’s been very… healthy. Animation has been my primary medium for the past few years, and while I still love that particularly mangly ball of yarn, doing this comic is a remarkably refreshing change of pace. I can wake up, stir up an idea, and by the end of the day the strip is done. Bip, bop, bap. That’s also the sound of a three-punch combo by the way. Try it on someone and see.
Taking a couple days off for some school stuff I need to do. Unfortunately I’ve had to hold off from getting Super Smash Bros. as well, otherwise I would be doomed grade-wise (though probably less dispirited). See you soon, allies in ink.
No strip today. I’ve had way too much Smash Bros. Smash Bros and Pizza. But it’s a sweet excess let me tell you. If you’re playing online let me know! Rock Band too (PS3).
Anyway, instead of a comic, I’m giving you this blog entry. I know that doesn’t sound like a fair trade, but I’m a horrible person.
I’ll say thanks to those of you who’ve decided to keep an eye on this ink-ridden journey of mine; I don’t know how long it’ll last, but as the old saying goes, “Derek will continue for now because he does not have much better to do.”
It’s been fun so far. A little annoying too. I’m a neurotic writer first and a cartoonist second (if you couldn’t tell by my cave-man level of drawing) and sometimes I get hung up on the phrasing of things to such a ridiculous extent that I start to question my sanity. But that’s where the video games and grease pies come in; they fill in all the holes I’ve poked in my brain and I soldier on to… something…
Clever headline huh? Anyway, I started doing this already but I forgot to tell you: I’m moving to an update-every-other-day schedule for the time being; it’s end of term which means for once, I’ll be busy with my clingy and cement-based mistress, school. Every now and again she inevitably calls me up and says “Derry, yo waz u cobo mash pontato,” which doesn’t make any sense, so I say “What?” and by then she has rolled me up in a carpet and we are on the bus to school singing Boyz II Men songs at the top of our A+ lungs.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.