[01/04/03]

Hello dear readers. I would just like to say that I am especially proud of today's strips. I feel that I've finally encapsulated my deepest, most heartfelt emotions and laid them bare in these raw, poignant comics. Now that I have reached the plateau of both my comic talent and ego, I feel that there is no longer a need to continue keeping this comic journal, and instead, I will embark on my life-long ambition of becoming a porn shop employee.

On a completely unrelated note, I think that, after crashing on his couch over the weekend, Oliver has given me SARS. Coughing, shortness of breath, an extremely high fever, the works. So now, anyone that I came in contact with during TCAF, had better play it safe and check yourselves into a hospital. Although, I must say that the exhibition hall was fairly small, and I could easily have transmitted SARS to any one that I likely breathed on, which is to say, pretty much anyone that attended the festival. I could quite possibly be resposible for killing off some of alternative comics' best and brightest. Cool.

...And I finally found an MP3 of my favouritest song ever, and I feel that I must share this with y'all. I hope you like it!

[31/03/03]

So I'm working with Ben on this comic, right? And I'm all like "dude, I need to draw me four panels for a comic," and he's all like "yeah, okay, that shouldn't be too hard," and then I'm like "I need it in a couple of days. Are you sure?" And he's all like, "Dude, don't worry about it! I'm all over it like stink on shit!" So what do I get instead? Seventeen panels! Not three, not five panels, but seventeen freakin' panels! I mean, what the heck am I supposed to do with that? Do you know how much freakin' space that'll take up on a website? And he even had the audacity to write whatever he pleased! The nerve!