November 18th, 2005

'm getting the hang of this new format, and definitely dig it. It's a little bit more work than the old style. The payoff is worth it, though. It was difficult to get onomatopoeias to work properly in some jokes. Now, I can just paint the fuckers in!

I've worn myself out putting today's strip together. It held a record-setting fuckton of layers to assemble, dethroning assload.

I have to say -- and here comes another shameless plug -- I'm glad I had a run with Refugees From Planet Cartridge, simply to get speech bubbles down. While I'm certain I'll get better, I feel like I'm not doing badly at all right now.

I haven't made it out to Best Buy to pick up Scrubs, Season Two yet. They've got enough of my money as it is, so I can live without it for a few days more.

The Christmas decorations are beginning to pop up all over the place. Let the nostalgia commence!

 
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She is TEH ERIN. Don't piss her off -- her text is deadly. A blogger who actually WON'T bore you to death!
She somehow puts up with me. A sort-of fiancee! Focusing a critical eye on basically everything.
RFPC spanned a year of nostalgic video game goodness. Only a few episodes, but I still love the idea of DITL.