I leave the package that came in the mail on my couch. It’s not important yet.
I’m jumping out of the basement window to my apartment complex into a quiet Manhattan back alley. I attempt a move, a parkour thing rolling over a box and fall flat on my face. I get back up instantly, noticing there was some guy cleaning the facade on the corner store who spotted me. I put on my best cat-that-just-fell-off-the-couch-but-continues-on-its-way-like-nothing-at-all-happened face.
The dude starts laughing, and it’s funny. The moment we break line of sight I burst out laughing too. After walking into the street I get a glimpse of the guy again and we’re both laughing about it. Then he yells out to me, the exact place where they dump unsold newspapers at the end of the day. “You can probably go get one if you want.” I’m not sure why, maybe it’s payment for the good laugh and instant friendship. Maybe he thought I could use the parkour practice.
I get the coffee I was looking for and start heading back home.
I don’t go through the front door. Never really do. I only use the back way through the window. I’ve done this hundreds of times. And yet this is the only time I’ve ever noticed the obvious security camera pointed at the window. It even has a little hand written “Security Camera” on it in half cursive, old man hand writing. Huh? Maybe someone is seeing me. Maybe they’ve seen me a lot. Maybe no one’s looking. Doesn’t matter, I don’t stop crawling through the window.
I get my answers in a moment. A weathered tall old guy with deep eyes, old Peter O’Toole in the humbler guise of building security, comes rushing to meet me. I tell him, “I know I’m in trouble but it’s totally okay.” I don’t know why it’s totally okay but I’m stalling for a better explanation. He tells me he knows. That yeah, they’ve noticed my preference for the window for a while now. It doesn’t matter. He says something like they got bigger things to worry about. He’s just glad I’m safe and inside.
He gives me a copy of my room key, it’s gold, and it’s covered in sweat. He’s nervous for reasons I don’t know and his hands shake as he gives them to me. They’re keys I think. I think I’m supposed to hide out in my place, we are all supposed to. There’s some shit about to go down. I don’t know the landlord too well, but it seems reasonable that he’s the type of guy who gets in trouble with people with guns. I have no intention of sticking around.
I pick up a bag with some of my stuff and the package. It looks like any package from Amazon. Dunno what’s in it but it suddenly feels like that golden briefcase from Pulp Fiction. And I need to jet out of there.
I take the back window out, again. But some shadowy dudes down the street are coming around just before I hear the crack and pop of gunfire. I don’t hear any shots hit near me but I duck my way back inside. Then a voice bursts in my ears, “you don’t really think they’re shooting at you, do you?” Was it someone outside, was it my own voice, was it the package? I don’t know, I just exit the building through a different and higher window.
I jump out the building down to the city sidewalk. I didn’t think they’d shoot through the crowds but I’m only half right. Some pot shots come my way but nothing hits. I’m too fast and the street is dense with stuff to run past. I don’t know if anyone else is getting hit or if the police are coming. I just keep running.
I’m coming up to the Manhattan bridge through Canal Street, I can see that familiar arch. Just below it is a massive demonstration, citizens unhappy about some unfair thing I don’t know anything about. I think the bad guys are still after me. And I just brought a bunch of desperate dudes shooting guns to a civil disobedience demonstration surrounded by ancy riot police.
Then I wake up. My heart is pounding. There’s a text message on my phone. Your Amazon package has shipped.
Whatever happened to that sweet little one-shot you did of Colette admiring a certain couple's Cherno Alpha cosplay? It seems to have vanished. It may not have got much attention from folks on DA, but I for one really enjoyed helping to create those characters in the threads, and seeing such a witty and fun stamp of approval from you on something we hammered out of your livestream work in the first place meant a lot to me. Things kind of came full circle. Sorry to see it go.
I feel like a lot of people are just kind of generically freaking about Heartbleed without really knowing what to do (it helps that the Tumblr official post about it gives you really bad/incomplete advice).
This is a really ridiculous problem to have when I have so many other more important things to do, but I’d been trying to open a Minecraft server for a few of my friends to no avail. I won’t get into details, nor would I publicly offer a link to it once I get it working. I’m only throwing it out there to see if any of you people might know any better and can provide some further insight.
Hey, do you have the April Fools Question Duck without Question Duck images posted anywhere? I didn't think to save them when they were up and I really loved how they changed the feel of the comics so dramatically, even though all you did was edit out the duck. If not, I guess I'll just have to wait excitedly until next year.
Heh, all of them are actually still up to read on the Question Duck Website. They’re just titled differently to separate them from regular “continuity.” However, this way there is a good chance of randomly landing on a Question Duck Minus Question Duck strip whenever you click the big ol random button. And currently there’s just under a three percent chance of that happening!
I enjoyed the strips but they don’t quite have the same magic as a Garfield Minus Garfield. QD-QD ends up being weird little comics with even less of a punch line!
Hey there. While that’s not impossible, I don’t know if it’s entirely necessary. There’s a lot of things to consider when making an upload gallery. For one you’d have to consider hosting, even if using a third party host there are challenges in integrating it smoothly. And then there’s the challenge in getting people to find the gallery, or even more difficult challenge to police the gallery and keep it clear of illegal stuff which open galleries can be prone to.
That said, there already is a bit of an alternative! While I can’t guarantee everyone is using it, there’s already a huge gallery right here on Tumblr. Just tag your drawings with #randraw and you should be able to find it simply by using http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/randraw
I make it a point to like every single thing on there, and have found a couple cool artists to follow through it. Check it out!
Hiya! Just dropping by to ask if you were looking for comic work at the moment, as I'm looking for an artist for a couple projects and would love to see about workin' with ya on one of them.
I am very flattered every time I get this. Truly I am. But at the moment, the answer is a big Nooooooo. I shouldn’t even consider hearing it unless you had like, big stacks of sandwich buying money to throw at me. But even then it’d be bad for my prior and personal commitments. I have at least four ideas I love working on at any given moment and one even happens to pay so it’d be rather mean of me to go looking for more work now.
But it doesn’t hurt to ask! At least I hope it didn’t hurt. E-mail me anyway, I don’t bite much. I could even try pointing you guys in the right direction.
I'm looking at Drawn Girl, and noticed you called it "Tumblr cut" on here. Is there a longer original version or is the name just referring to how you arranged the panels?
It’s the latter. I’d actually posted the entire comic before posting the tumblr cut version, and it did alright getting a few hundred notes. But the one designed to be split and read on the dashboard received to date over 400,000 notes. It might go to show how important designing your comics for the dashboard is. Or it just shows how quickly people scroll along instead of read.
Any other version of the comic with extended endings are just edits. And I collect all of em! They’re usually pretty funny!
-whispers back- I’ll tell you a dark secret. I’m secretly siphoning off your talent to feed my own drawing power. Your only recourse to steal it back, and regain your rightful place as an artist is to draw right now. Keep drawing and you’ll feel the power surge into you again.
But be careful. It’s a dark path to tread. Because once you have a little drawing power, you’ll always want more. And more. AND MORE. The world will never be enough, even beyond your last breath you will always have wanted to have drawn again. And drawn it better.
And I’m not gonna stop bugging you guys about it until maybe next week, and then I’ll start again the next month or so! No seriously though, it would be a really great way to change my life from relying on the day job to supporting myself more and more with cool stuff. I don’t want to think of it as a charity, the donation tip jar already services that. This is ultimately going to be a way to get more and more regular content from me.
At a dollar a month, you’ll gain access to an exclusive art blog that’s updated daily with new drawings, big and small.
At 4 dollars a month, you’ll gain access to an ultra high res gallery of pieces I think are cool.
At 25 dollars a month, you’ll snag yourself a sketch commission! (check the disclaimers though)
On top of that are unique stretch goals! If a certain goal is reached, I’ll be doing special comics and content for visitors. Please read through the whole thing, if there’s anything you’d like to see more of just let me know.