Mon, Aug. 22nd, 2005, 12:31 am
So it's been almost another 2 months since my last update and I feel that working class life is to blame. 40 hours of my week are lost sitting in an isolated office with one or two 50-60 year old women, wondering why I can't find a job that can pay well in addition to providing stimulation of whatever sort, as long as there were something there to keep me awake. My mind feels like it has atrophied, and I'm having one hell of a time coming up with new material. My sense of humor has dropped to a new level of lametastic, and all the color has been sucked out of my imagination. I think I can trace all of this back to my coffee boycott. So many jittery hours spent wacked out on caffeine made for good humor, and easy going production. But then I started worrying about coffee being bad for me, and stopped drinking it altogether, and last summer's comic boom has become this summer's hero drought.
Maybe it's time to refocus my efforts, reflect on how I got things done in the past, and start brewing some graveyard shift blend, because I refuse to let this ill-conceived brain child die.
Thu, Jun. 30th, 2005, 08:05 pm
Viva la France!
So it only took me 3 months, but a new comic has arrived, tentacle and all, proving once more that I am a man who occasionally delivers on his promises. This one had been conceived a while ago, initially as a comic about art (the field, not the character), until the notes I had written about it disappeared and I was left with only the memory of drawing a comic where a cat meets tentacle doom. The dialogue went through hours of painful revision, until I was struck the most profound of epiphanies: Maybe I should make Heath write the comic, since I give him credit for god knows what.
So I sat him down with notepad and the comic, and went on to bigger and better things. Specifically putting on a Halloween costume and some welding goggles and hovering over his shoulder like some deranged Mad Maxian desert-dwelling carrion feeder
. The resultant comic is similarly deranged, but couldn't send a truer message. Smoking is bad.
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A narrative biography as told by Jonathan Sullivan.
The tale of my life as a Bee in a Plastic Ice Cube is a short one.
Soon after the polymer was poured atop me, it ceased.
Why have you forsaken me, PETA? Why have you forsaken me?
Today the bee still haunts the drinks of unwitting house party goers.
It also makes me wonder how the makers of the Bee in a Plastic Ice Cube got away with using a real bee.
About the author:
Jonathan Sullivan skipped out on doing art related things in favor of napping after work and then hanging out with Steven. He'll try his best to keep his promise of making a new comic containing one or more of the following:
This is Jack seeking out his fearlessly creative inner child.
Mon, Jun. 27th, 2005, 11:33 pm
I remember last summer at about this time I was happily churning out little comics one after another, without a care in the world, and grinning like an idiot all the while for no reason other than the entire process actually made me happy. Fast forward to present day, and I can't do anything artistic to save my life, and it makes me miserable to attempt to do so and constantly fail. That being said, I believe I've developed a working solution: Make bad art. So there should be some new comics before the end of the month. If nothing else I can feel accomplished in pandering to my Texan-Pagan fan base. That makes even less sense after seeing it in writing, but I guess pagans are people too and can enjoy all the things that non-pagans do. Although I don't know when they'd find the time between all the promiscuous sex in the woods and ritual sacrifices. I heart Wickerman.
Seriously, don't curse me.
So in honor of April Fool's day I've brewed up a delicious monster of a comic
. I'd like to thank whoever comes up with these absurd holidays that seem oozing with possibilities for people like me to exact bad humor upon the world. Or at least upon all 12 of you out there that might happen to see it. This is probably one of the best-drawn, most extensive, and least time consuming comics I've done to date, which may or may not be saying much, but whatever. If it makes me chuckle, which it does, then it's good enough for me.
Shameless self promotion does a body good.
This isn't a journal for 12 year old girls to slobber all over while they yap endlessly about how their parents wouldn't let them go to see Robots. This particular page is to serve as a means of news posting as a supplement to the web comic Pulp Heroes, as some things can do with a bit of explaining now and again. If you don't quite get my meaning, go see the comic. If you have and you still don't get it, then maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
I'll most likely start the news posts along with the next comic, and then maybe work on the back posts when time allows. Until then, keep your pants and powder dry. Or maybe just your powder.