Personalized Beer
Wednesday — February 3rd, 2010

Personalized Beer

“Thoughted up” by Scott C. and Mandy.

This is what I got for leaving my sketchbook out when I lived with Mandy.

I found this while rummaging around for an old sketch of mine. I realized that I have a lot of unposted and unfinished comics. I think I’m going to post them for a bit while I work on a special one (that may even become available as a wallpaper *gasp!*).

What she said...

If you give an Em²a a cookie…

(brought to you because of @steeldreams)

If you give an Em²a a cookie
She will ask for a chai.
If you give an Em²a a chai
She will ask for a pen.
If you give an Em²a a pen
She will ask for a sketch pad.
If you give an Em²a a sketch pad
She will draw you a comic alllllll day… Until she is out of cookie and chai.
Then she will ask for a cookie.

Wishing (Daydream)

I spent my whole life wanting to meet this man. And there he was. Sitting there in the front of this room with 30 of us listening to him breathe.

After some time, he opened his wise eyes and let them drift across the room. His gaze slowed as it reached me. I flinched. He nodded.

“Student.”

“Master,” I responded.

“Where have you been? What have you spent your life doing for all these years?”

“Wishing.” I lowered my eyes in shame.

“Wishing for what?”

“Wishing that I could come out to Shambalah to meet you. To study alongside the others.”

He studied me for a moment. “And why didn’t you?”

“It wasn’t there.”

He frowned at me then. Those dark eyes reading me the way most people cannot. “Shambalah isn’t just a place. It is in the heart of all people. You know this, yet you still didn’t come. Why?”

My face flushed a brilliant red. “Fear. Attachment… Mostly Fear.”

“And what has Fear done for you lately?”

I looked up and met his eyes. “Absolutely nothing.”

He face broke open with a grin. “Good. You’ve learned. Now keep going.”

He turned back to the rest of the class and continued with his lecture as if the conversation never happened. Perhaps it didn’t.

Handwriting in a Font!

handwritinginafont I discovered this really nifty webpage that will turn your handwriting into a font. It’s YourFonts.com, and they’re giving away free fonts until they hit the 250K mark. So, if you want it, I would suggest you go soon, because they were at 151K when I got mine.

Just sayin’.

Also, br clear=”all” is always your friend.


!#)(%&!! – Nav

Hey guys, I’ve taken down the navigation that goes under the comic. Why? B/c I’m trying to actually work on making a functional one and the code is (MORE THAN!) wonky.

So, in the meantime, just use the forward and back ABOVE the comics, and the first comic lives here.

200th Comic

I have now officially (realized that I) posted 200 comics. 200 of them, my friends. It’s taken 7 years to do it, too (only 4 if you count the creation of the site).

One of my friends mentioned to me while I was working Phoenix ComiCon that one of these days my “working a con” will refer to a booth, and those lines of people outside would be coming to see my panel.

To which I responded “I hate panels. My first panel I have, I will be sure to mention it and blame it on you.”

I mention this now (before I draw it like I plan to) because finding out that I’ve now done/posted 200 comics has reminded me that despite it all, I love drawing. Drawing my comic actually makes me happy. I haven’t taken the whole comic thing seriously mainly due to the facts that a.) I am pre-programmed to think that there’s no money in it (see sketches section on my DeviantArt page), and b.) I’ve already taken one hobby and made it into a job…
But honestly, the more I think about it, the more I do want to drop everything, live in my mother’s basement (in Ohio, where it’s cold), and draw to my heart’s content. I miss having that kind of free time, and I miss having that kind of motivation.

I have many fears these days (as I’m sure we all do). However, I stand for Love, not Fear, and that some how things will work out in my favour. It’ll happen. It’ll happen for all of us that run for our dreams, not from them.

I’ve been in Marketing long enough. I can Market myself. I’m going to do this.

(Be afraid.)