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More fart chat.

Meanwhile, I think I just ruined another song for myself. Basically, I do this thing where I listen to a song and I get my own idea in my head of what it's about without hearing/understanding all the lyrics. My interpretation is usually pretty RAD but then ultimately I get curious and either look up the lyrics or read some YouTube comment underneath the song or something, that gives me more context. And the context always SUCKS. It's usually not nearly as interesting as my version. And yet, I'm so intrigued by my made up version of how the song goes/what it's about that I always get drawn into looking into it more. Only to disappoint myself by realising it that version doesn't exist! They're just singing about kissing girls or something.

Don't worry, I'm not just here to winge. Instead, I'm gonna throw a quarter of my day away and go through some of these songs and make note of what I thought they were about. Then, when I ultimately pack in drawing cartoons to become an aging rock star (it could happen) I will make songs about those things myself.

 

Happy Tuesday.

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Back to business as usual.

Y'know, this page raises an interesting topic...okay, INTERESTING is a stretch, but it's a topic. I'm talking of course about FARTS.

I NEVER found farts that funny. The reason I find this strange, is because fart humour is quintessential dumb humour, and as I think we're all aware of at this point, I LOVE dumb, idiot humour. The stupider and more off putting the funnier.

But something about FARTS just never really tickled me (although I can see the humour in that sentence). You know what I also never really found funny? Poop! (With the exception of this cartoon https://youtu.be/wtvdoDJ4wXk?si=PEZw0Y3SaqJDZ4vC)  I just never really was drawn to toilet humour. I've drawn my fair share of fart clouds don't get me wrong...but that's just because they feel like such a classic staple of cartoons (probably cos of Ren and Stimpy?) and I can appreciate the silliness of a physical cloud coming out of someone's butt, especially if it propels that butt into flight.

But the sound of a fart? the smell? the assault factor? All the REAL and TRUE virtues of a fart...I just...I dunno, I don't find it funny...if anything it's annoying...I literally crossed the road the other day because a man walked by in front of me and audibly farted. And before I wandered into the stinky mist I just instinctively crossed the road. Didn't even realise what I was doing until I was doing it! That's how grossed out by farts I am! Me! The guy drawing the cat being mutilated and animating clowns throwing pies at each other! I can't stand FARTS.

 

And yet...you can't spell FART without ART. I leave you with that to think about.

No Page Today!

 Remember that time I dropped an extra page for halloween? Well I'm calling it back in! I was just prepping this weeks page, only to realise I was working on the wrong one. Worse is that it was a page I'd already finished,, so I was just wasting time. Anyway, I've sort of let a few things bet past me this week and I had to make a call. If it makes you feel any better, I still have other stuff I need to do! So I will not be resting or relaxing, I will be PUNISHED for my tardiness.

I've got pretty bad insomnia at the moment and so things are falling to wayside a bit. What can you do. I'm sure I'll do my best to get the page ready for next week. I just need rest is all... 

Do not weep for me.

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Since book 1 is drawing to close, I thought I might reflect a little on the comic and the whole experience. I dunno! I'm just trying to come up with stuff to type, y'know?:

 

So some random reflective thoughts in no particular order:

When I was 13 I had a comic strip that I'd draw every week and kids would come up to me throughout the day asking to read the next installment. At the time I felt like a celebrity. In retrospect, it probably wasn't anymore than 10 people. Which is more or less the readership of this comic. Upon revisiting this experience, this is not that many people ('prreciate yall tho).

Drawing a comic is both a HUGE pain in the backside and a deeply rewarding. It really depends what mood I'm in. In that sense, I will opt for doing the next book during bursts of motivation rather than committing to regular drawing.

I hope that I can release a book a year. I have enough material, story wise, for at least 7 or 8.

I thought I was making a graphic novel, which was sort of on my bucket list. However now...I think this is too short to be considered a graphic novel. It certainly FELT long to make. And I don't think it would benefit from being longer than it already is. I don't 100% understand the difference between graphic novels and comics. But someone got it in my head that 60+ pages was a graphic novel. But...I don't think that's true. So I don't know what I've made. It will be clearer maybe when I print it or like...when it's a series of books not just one. I dunno. Tuft Luck is just Tuft Luck.

Most of the thought that went into this story was about the world Tuft Luck is in. Who he meets, where things are...I actually put very little thought into Tuft the character. Surprisingly, he actually turned out to be a fun protagonist. And the fact I did not think about him as much as I should've makes it really feel like he's taken on a life of his own.

Over the course of this comic, I'm pretty sure Debra has begun shrinking.

 

My spelling is SO BAD. In fact in some of these bits of writing underneath I've left out whole words.

As soon as this is done, I'm straight onto book 2. I'm too deep into the process of drawing this cat.

Between this, the new mailing list, and the fact I plan to start a live-streaming show in the near future...inane rambling is becoming an unexpectedly big part of my life (people seem to respond to it).