Ugh…Sorry for the late comic and nonexistent Scribb1e last week! If it makes me feel any better, it's because Brian had to do graduate school things while you, dear readers, continued to not furnish him with the necessary wealth to start taking lessons on swimming in an enormous vault full of gold. It is entirely your fault, as you are keeping someone from achieving his dream, all for your own selfish reasons. Shame on you! Shame! I deserve to exist, but I can't exist unless Brian makes comics with me in them, and Brian can't make comics if he's spending all of his time trying to make himself employable in some other, less-comicky field!
(See? I'm a really good marketer: I just cut to the chase and tried to make my potential customers feel guilty for not just giving me their money…So much better than actually earning the money by offering high-quality products at a reasonable price. I think I'm ready to open a locally owned, independent bookstore at this point!)
Okay, that topic's boring…Let's talk about TODAY'S comic now!
As you may have noticed, my dear, hyper-critical friend, Ana (Ana Log), has made her third appearance in my webcomic series. This time, she's criticizing my language. (You might not have known that if you lack the capacity to comprehend subtext as subtle as my ever-bare navel.) Basically, she thinks that my use of the word fuck in my comics is "immature" and "just there to be pointlessly edgy," to which I say: "…Damn, you're kind-of right!" Isn't it weird how producing "mature" material is so often a sign of immaturity? I think it's a fucking riot, personally, but maybe that's because I'm a brick-headed dimwit!
Now, don't get me wrong, this comic will remain uncensored. (The FCC has no power here! [I think…I'm not a lawyer!]) All I'm saying is that maybe Ana has a point, and using curse words (or any words) for no reason is like using ketchup on a filet mignon—a really good idea, but it gets a bunch of snobby assholes mad at you because of their own insecurities! While I, personally, would like the snobby assholes to all find a deep, dark cave and go spelunking without any gear, I also want to demonstrate that—while I may well be a brick-headed dimwit—I'm the cleverest brick-headed dimwit to ever exist! Thus, I shall begin my search for a better F-bomb. Perhaps I'll steal one from somebody else…Maybe I'll create my own…There's even a chance that Brian will come up with it and I'll take credit for it, even though I am purely a manifestation of his imagination! Whatever it is, I hope it smells better than fashion magazines…All those perfume samples in things like Elle just mix together and make me wanna hurl.
Until next time: Go frak yourself!