“But I’ve been self-medicating, so it’s okay!”

“I know.” “Apparently, you don’t.”

I have been busy, not lazy.
Prepping work to send out to Phoenix, AZ (from Saginaw, MI) to show during December’s First Fridays.
Just finished painting a set for a local professional theatre.
Ongoing work on the Neverending Commission.
All excuses for why today, all you get is a quick sketchbook entry from tonight.
Sorry.

“I’m on the karma payment pla-a-aan.”

[click the image to enlarge your p3n!$ comix]

This actually happened today.
I had a crush on the dude when I was in tenth grade.
I almost wish I were lying.

Also, fun extras that nobody really cares about!
A peek into my process, start to finish.

(clicky-clicky to make it bigger.)

That’s all for tonight, but I do have some pretty Big News coming up that will be especially awesome for anybody in the Phoenix area. I’ve just got to straighten out the details, but I’m pretty excited.

“I taught myself how to grow.”

(click for large size.)

Yes, we did.

I am so proud.
We did it, guys.
Barack Obama is the new President of the United States of America.

Tomorrow, a new day will dawn.
And a new beginning.

To quote @warrenellis,
“Nice work, America. You got your country back.”

One more dawn, one more day, one day more.

As promised, a special election’s eve post.
My stomach has been churning, and I am a little fluffy-haired bundle of nervousness and anticipation.

Hope.
For the first time in what seems like my whole life, I have genuine hope,
not just for this country, that I have lost so much faith in over the past eight years,
but for the whole world.
Hope.

Hope.

Yes, we can.

Every day.

Poor Mr. P. Doomed to forever look, but never touch.

The election is tomorrow.
Please vote.
Possible update on that later tonight.

“There’s nothing here for you.”

Yesterday was a spectacularly shitty day!
So I made a comic about it, hoping it would make me feel better.

It did not make me feel any better, and today, while not as bad, was still pretty awful. But I guess technically it was better? I think being alive is just wearing me down.

Does anybody else feel like that?
Like just living is too hard?
Not in a suicidal way, but in a “man, I could really use a week off to just…rest.” way.

Oh well.

Better Safe Than Shannon: Older Men.

Yeah. It’s one of those things.
I was totally supposed to work on my newest commission tonight, but instead I decided to experiment with ink washes.
I’m not as pleased as I could be with the results–I’m not that awesome with ink and brushes to begin with–but I’m hoping I’ll improve over time.
Right?

I sure hope so.

24-Hour Comics Day 2008.

Yeah, I did it.
24 pages in 24 hours.
Suck it, bitches.

On a more professional note, the comic itself is online here. The images are pretty small and not much was done for cleanup, but I wanted to get it online as quickly as possible. Hopefully a nice, polished version will be online someday. You know, eventually.

There will be a print minicomic of this available in the next couple weeks, which will also include a bunch of other, less-rushed bonus comics that aren’t anywhere on the internets, so they’ll probably be new to you! If you’re interested, drop me a line at chanonista [at!] gmail [dot!] com. I take SASEs, trades, or a single George Washington to cover shipping. (Also, Paypal, if you’re all fancy and technologically advanced like that.) So yes! E-mail me. They will be fancy and beautiful and good in many many ways.

So anyhow! Go read some god-dang comics.