Jan08
Yeah, that whole “not really mad, but really overdoing indignation for its comedic approach” thing doesn’t come across too well in comics.
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Jan04
Yeah, this little “storyline” is gonna go on for several days. Rats.
Jan01
Dec19
I need to hang out in groups of 3 or 4 other people more often. I seem to do better in that setting than among scores of people where everyone’s acting congenial.
Dec18
Not very eventful. And it may be (definitely is) a prime example of me being lazy & just duplicating one frame, but I still like the thought behind it. It’s important to edify those around you. Tell someone something good. Be nice to people. Thanks for reading. I hope you’re enjoying yourself. 
Dec03
Yes, she actually said “placated” there. Words are good to know.
Thus ends TWO YEARS of daily diary comics! It’s been… an experience. But I’m not quitting just yet! After all, I don’t really have anything else to do.
Nov20
See? I told you I’d get to drawing about Abigail! (But that’s because I’m horribly behind so I’ve actually drawn up to the 29th’s comic & I’m writing this on the 30th.) I’m working on developing foresight though.
Oh man! Look at how bad panel 3 is! Our heads are all smooshed! Don’t… don’t look at panel 3, please. It’s not good.
Nov19
Title and exclamation (panel 3) taken from the SMZ song Piphany Rambler. About the Occupy stuff, there’s just so much wrong with how it’s being dealt with… old ladies maced, students with linked arms billy-clubbed in their stomachs and faces, contained protesters casually maced while sitting still in silence – all of this peaceful protest being met by hostility and violence. It’s shameful. Be safe, protesters… or at least try.
Nov13
Abigail redirected the kids from bothering her to bothering me. Have I drawn about Abigail before? Meh… I’m sure I will at some point. No sense digging for a link to remind you who she is if I haven’t drawn about her before.
Nov06
I wish I’d have had a little more time actually interacting with people instead of doing things I wasn’t even really obligated to do, yet felt a compulsion toward.