page 3-57 of this
once, if ever, I sort out also what the gnomes in the apartment and kumquat outside are doing round-about this point, this may be a higher numbered page. for now i have a fairly loose mental grasp of what is going on since I jump between so many slow, uncompletable projects, so I need to follow this thread in a fairly linear manner to have any control. I know enough that it doesn’t risk tangling with the others for a while. the next two pages are likely to be mostly yelling over a telephone and elevator usage. Those were not in the plan, so I ought not try to manage several additional plans with additional unplanned nonsense simultaneously.
I also should finish uploading pages from the shoddier comic strips. I say that now because I do not expect to do that now.

I avoided knowing or caring who Elion Muskzales was for years, and he suddenly became relevant enough that psychopaths I was within the pretend internet social radius of started talking about him and I still don’t understand what is special about him because there are a lot of shoddily managed businesses out there. Yale New Haven hospital is full of nonsense like this; it bought every other hospital, and then had freedom to make everything worse, charge customers more, give them less, promote more boneheads, cut benefits to and assign absurd shifts at random psychologically damaging hours to the actual good people working for them, and all that sort of thing. And as far as I can tell that is the ultimate goal of capitalism and it is all the rage hatred and fury right now. Any business entity that ISN’T that WISHES it was that. It just doesn’t always have a singular funny-looking billionaire mascot with a stupid name at the top to adoringly attribute every asinine and or misanthropic decision to. Of COURSE Trump fans love that creep. They WISH they could have that much money and so little regard for humanity. I don’t understand that at all either, but again it appears to be common.

I am not sure what the rainbow grunk is. Initially it was all green, then I added more colors, and wondered if I should change it into gummy bears, but I don’t think i could make anything that small read as bear-shaped if I dumped the time into trying. but this is progress, for me, since in the past I WOULD have dumped that time and had nothing of value to show for it. Which is not to say I have time to spare, now. I merely incurred less time debt.

I still haven’t fixed the broken image gallery system. I suspect that I cannot. The descriptions for how to do that, as is typical, assume I didn’t just run some automated installer years ago and then edit stuff AROUND that in order to just barely get it to work, and actually understand code or am paying someone else who does. Does this LOOK like a website that has enough going for it that its owner can afford to pay people?

I also don’t have time to keep making these dumb little comic strips. When am I going to be able to get back to my dumb big comic strip if ideas for these that seem manageable enough to try and make keep coming to me?

i was for some reason thinking of the remake of the old 1989 Capcom Ducktales NES game that i guess is itself fairly old by now, evidently having been released in 2013. I have long been of the belief that old games like that worked specifically because they had cheap graphics and text only dialog, if any.
systems and gimmicks that function in corny old low budget video games just make me uncomfortable when the graphics are high definition and voice actors are yabbering on constantly

I thought it was stupid when I first saw internet dorks hyping up the concept before it was released, but I did relent a bit maybe a year after it was released and watched a few minutes of that game and it made me uncomfortable. I have not checked on it since then or if the villains make any direct spoken acknowledgement of Scrooge trying to plunge the end of his cane into their craniums, and it may yet be some time before I do, if I do. What I know does go on is Scrooge saying nonsense about Mrs. Beakly’s baking skills while he is jumping 30 feet into the air and being chased by mummies, because one of the power-up items happens to be a cake. I can accept a dumb CAKE in a crypt in a stupid 8bit nintendo game that gets instantaneously absorbed by the protagonist with a bleep noise, but not if that protagonist starts talking about what a great cake it is. Then I wonder why a cake is there and how even an enchanted talking duck-humanoid is able to consume an entire cake that fast and actually be better off for having done so.

this attempt at a Final Fight version doesn’t quite work since I can’t draw haggar without meticulously copying the sprites and depriving them of energy with my unintentional vampirism
also clicking on that won’t make it any bigger because

the system I upload large artwork pictures to, whose code bits have NOT BEEN TOUCHED since ever, possibly jealous of my several-years inoperable “recent comments” box on the sidebar, broke down for no reason between when I started this website entry and now. All the pictures are still there but the sub-website they formerly could be uploaded to and more importantly browsed through on became just that text there. This website is so dysfunctional that it causes computer programs to get depressed and kill themselves.

Also consider that Hulk, transformed by magical gamma radiation into a being of monstrous size that common people are afraid of, is still smaller than a city mayor elected by them who presumably is too busy going to meetings and managing budgets to work out at all.

Nobody should ever talk to this serpent

the depicted dialog is simplified for brevity and exaggerated to make the orange creature seem more pathetic; the interview proposer in reality was humble and cordial about the matter and I talked too much to be understood easily so that I seemed like I was claiming to have never done anything as an artist when in fact it was recognition and a sense of validity that I worried was lacking. It just FELT like this.

I decided against this conclusion because:
I, whom this character shares many traits of, do not own a gun
I cannot draw guns well
a lot of people don’t have the background to find an implied suicide attempt of an immortal fictional character funny, and they may be better off for it.

page 3-56 of the bimshwellian comicoid. a classic, overstuffed page, whose backgrounds are inexplicably vague despite the visual excess. the next part, for the lizard, at least, I wrote out over 12 years ago and will probably need to be amended considerably. I still do not know precisely the visual nature of what it will encounter, or if there is a way to avoid showing it.
I do also need to tend to the gnomes that infiltrated the lizard’s apartment, but those pages can be made later and possibly pushed up in number if it seems like they should be mixed in with or before this part. but that part cannot conclude until after this part does. Does that make sense? It shouldn’t!
I also do not know if I will attempt to sort out the next sections right away or other unrelated un-out-sorted matters, as the beet cartoon has gone un-fiddled-with for longer than this had up until last week.

page 3-55 of the bimshwellian comic strip. Possibly design elements of the background and the strangely attired character in two frames will be revised on a future occasion but for now I can’t figure out what their problems are.

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I am uncertain if this expresses the precise sentiment that I intend it to but surely it expresses something.

internet art sorts several steps up the social fire-escape from myself seem to try and use art-fight just to get fan-tributes to themselves that they have no intention of “revenge”ing upon and I also have a problem with that but it can’t effectively go in the same comic strip by someone who writes as many words as I do.

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amitz my making of that video it became apparent that I had last year produced more of these spiteful “commentary” comic strips than pages in the real one, and that is even without this here, which I sketched in February and then considered might not be fair or valid. “influencers” are scum but since I instinctually avoid scum, I have never paid attention to one, and all my experience is from artist dorks I semi-know who may be attempting to emulate influencers without success, and consequently almost nobody knows who they are, and even fewer people see my comic strips that are criticizing the behavior, who aren’t necessarily any of the persons who have also seen the behavior. still, i saw this anew last week and it was funny to me then and so i finishedish it. people who have bitcoinery probably don’t get “imposter syndrome” but in this scenario the creature claiming to have it is an insincere creep, regardless of whether the real people I have seen doing this were. In frap, when I read stories of actual influencers, they seem even less realistic than this blatantly bootlegged dork. Possibly I am not spiteful and petty enough.

page 3-54 of that. A long time to wait for not much happening!

this month is, as an increasing number of businesses want to tell me, a “pride month.” Specifically with regard to whom you do or do not want to have sexual relations. But I do not know how to be proud of something that I did not have a choice about or work to achieve, particularly when the things I DID work to achieve I am also often not proud of! Even if I could manage it, experience has shown that no established group represents any of my own interests, especially as more and more of the symbols are co-opted by global corporations that are larger than many national governments. I am destined to be confused and alone! Is it possible I am proud of THAT? I hope not. But I am confused and consequently uncertain.

Contrary to what deviantart and world-class comedian Fortune Feimster suggest, my true self’s pride is not what it creates with, but what with which it distances itself from other people.
i do appreciate that the person i never heard of being shoved at me today by a corporate entity is not a fraction of my age and famous for smirking on youtube or singing shoddy songs, but I still find no fun or camaraderie in marketer-approved activities.

I used the pathetic snake in the illustration because it has and is problems closest to coinciding with my own, despite being subtly different in appearance from my self.
my “regular” characters are extremely proud of themselves but none of them know what “sex” is as far as I am aware. YOU may, naturally, be proud of whatever you want! this here is only about me. and it.

for other websites I named this piece “pride and precipice” because oh how droll it rhymes with the title of a book I never read. But I also realized that

years ago naming this painting “unimprecipe” must have made no sense. i confused “precipice,” a word for the edge of a cliff (specifically a vertical edge rather than the cartoonish, ready-to-crumble overhangs I prefer to draw but nobody knows that) with the evidently non-existent “precipe.” This is otherwise irrelevant to the present subject matter.

a few weeks earlier my mother had sent me a link to “asexuality, the ascent of the invisible sexual orientation” but which seemed to especially focus on “asexual” folk wanting to see more asexual folk on television, and I was not sure how to respond to the link-sender about it, and never did. I am not asking you to read that! I am merely issuing proof that it exists.

I appreciate my mother’s consideration, as twenty three years ago when I first knew I didn’t want to be called he him his, there was absolutely no way to bring up this topic and not encounter misery or mockery. I remember the first time I did I was asked by this person “do you want to be like TOBY?” a ridiculous ‘neuter’ person who had appeared on the Sally Jesse Raphael show, clips of which were subsequently shown and laughed at on the E channel’s Talk Soup program, which we both watched. I did not want to be like Toby. I still do not want to be like Toby.

it’s about 40 minutes, this link is just to prove it exists, I am not asking you to watch it!
Toby is boring and has a boring name, even though Toby’s stated approach to sexual matters and method of responding to people who are far too curious about it is similar to mine. Asexual is not the same as agender but they occupy the same “nobody is selling what I am buying” part of their respective spectrums. AND I don’t want anyone to sell it!

However I am not at all concerned about the more recent self-labeling asexuals’ “representation.” Any group with photogenic representatives will eventually get represented in photography, and they are certainly prettier than Toby. They will get what they want. I do not seek representation, as I do not trust anyone else to achieve it. What I want is to be believed and accepted when I describe my own condition, not have to check a box and not have to choose a flag. Maybe news of self-described asexuals would reach more neuro-normal fans of awful media, and after long enough eventually be believed by them, and make it easier to describe my own problem to them, but that would be a side-effect.

Admittedly I have in the past appreciated fictional characters that are never shown to have outwardly sexual identities, like Samus, Tintin, even dumb old Rygar. I don’t need an official seal of “by the way they’re ASEXUAL!” to appreciate that they do something important without romance screwing things up. And I would continue to prefer them if labeled asexuals started appearing in crummy tv shows, having that be their core defining trait and being exactly like every other annoying complacent smirking jeans-wearing forklogan I don’t like otherwise.
And I do like Olive Oyl, Dynamite Headdy and certain Batmans, who sometimes have their decision-making skills impaired by the appearance of romance potential, because they are able to remain interesting. Sailor Moon is perfectly capable of both fighting evil by moonlight and winning love by daylight. What I don’t like are gross, boring “sex scenes” and contrived pairings, like when a woman and man fight each other a lot and then out of nowhere start kissing, I can’t stand it.

it is the “love” as a completely embarrassing and forced plot device that I cannot tolerate. I may also experience difficulty tolerating the people who tolerate them! Even if asexuals never do this I have every confidence that terrible writers will think of other disconcertingly moronic things for them to do instead.

I can imagine the gay porn test being a quad-annual requirement for renewing your asexual license.

I don’t even like the WORD “sex” and I think “ace” sounds stupid but that isn’t necessarily the fault of anyone I am griping about today.

apparently there are rings you can buy or forge to grant yourself the magical power to not want to do sex. I should be grateful to not need one, perhaps. I suppose the idea is to identify yourself so you can be found and find others with a similar condition without having to be very ostentatious and PROUD. A little black ring is more discreet than a big dumb flag. I don’t like having constricting trinkets stuck to my skin, though. I have never even been able to wear a watch, back when people wore watches. A ring is worse since it will either be too tight or inclined to fall off and get lost, and I would want to constantly fiddle with and adjust it before then.

and now I need a flag to let everyone know I am a fiddler!

very busy tuesday and wednesday. thursday should have a proper update with hopefully most of the text I fussed over on wednesday and tuesday when I was busy and boring not included.

comic page 53 of part 3 of this

as has frequently occurred, I came into conflict between wanting to be accurate with what i already showed years ago that i drew on a whim and what purpose I actually require the already established form to serve. one of the events that occurs at this location requires a hallway, which I wrote without considering I had already drawn a narrow tower. But I suppose it can work in a tower.

and even now i am not certain what sort of business goes on in this place. is it administrative offices? a shopping mall? a hotel? maybe it will never be important and I can avoid being clear. maybe these smiling morons are so dumb that they have businesses that don’t make any sense and I should not attempt to understand or explain.

I personally liked it better in a square layout but then i had too much extra space to fill, and social media websites are lamentably kinder to vertically elongated images. i initially planned it with two additional frames that i realized were irrelevant, and then thought of a new one to add in, but that still messed with the negative space. in fact i could probably still eliminate three more to aid in clarity for anyone, probably most people, who have not had this particular problem.

I found that when i tried to invent a car suitable to the creature’s proportions i lacked the skill to make individual parts of the control mechanisms apparent as what they were intended to represent, and so used direct photograph references. the more realistic car may produce an amusing contrast relative to the blatantly fake driver, anyhow.

comic strip part 3 page 52 of that
nope nope nope I am not getting any faster, even with blatant background recycling, but this page had an unusually high amount of points for me to needlessly make the process harder with. in fact I didn’t get to all of them yet but everything RELEVANT is in there, I believe, for now.

You will possibly need to click at this in order to be able to read the words in the event you are interested in doing that.

I have told of the encounter that inspired this a few times before I went and made it. One person claimed to know what a fort night dance was but was unable to explain it, and I was uninterested in personally investigating.
The intent of this comic strip was to express frustration in relating to other people, not that I just don’t know what sort of music I like or how to find it; I have been hoarding it for decades now! Rather I think people who rely on youtube, spotify or ueck record stores to provide music for them suffer more than I do in this respect. I can hear what I want when I wish to and need not worry that I will abruptly lose access to it if stuff gets deleted, my connection goes or what have you.
obviously if I still have to type out an explanation then the comic strip has failed in some way but it still provides a foundation for an explanation that people will attempt to grasp, whereas when it is ALL text it is more likely to be completely ignored, or perhaps worse, skimmed.

I seem to have multiple versions of this image sequence; one says “energetic” and another says “Japanese” and I no longer remember which was an edit to try and be more clear. “Video game music” on its own means essentially nothing at this point, as you can put sappy acoustic guitar drear or imbeciles yelling over static into a video game and legally it qualifies as “game music” and somebody will mentally contrive a way to think I am referring to that if I say I like video game music, as if I am that arbitrary and simple. Because, in fact, I often am; there are foods that I know contain certain ingredients that I don’t want to think about, but I can eat those foods so long as the ingredients are not brought to my attention within close chronological proximity of my eating the food. And I just spent over an hour removing tags from “new” bedding material (it formerly belonged to someone else), including the inside of pillow cases where they were never at risk of coming in contact with my skin, because otherwise I will have dreams about the tags somehow getting me if I succeed in sleeping no matter how far away and rolled up into the . But about music my arbitrariness only extends to not wanting to hear anything from someone that I feel personally secretly in competition with, but nobody knows that. Nobody can guess the stupid rules that control me! I should* make a comic strip about that!
*n’t

Yes I think “Japanese” was the earlier version, because I didn’t want someone saying something like “BUT WHAT ABOUT ROB HUBBARD?” But for every Rob Hubbard that made the best use of their technology and did interesting things with it there are seven Kingsley Thurbers who banged random notes on a keyboard, painted bad electric guitar sounds and default spc kit trumpets over them and did the base minimum a job required. Apart from that early western developed video games rarely had more than a few tracks, if they had more than one, while Konami, Namco, ah ahh ahhhh-Arsys, whoever, were diapercharging games with heaps of music as soon as the technology permitted, and sometimes they even credited the people who made the music!
Anyway even having just the one word in there breaks the flow and I should prioritize entertainment attempt value over information since as noted I inevitably end up explaining everything anyway. weh

page 3-51 of that
Trying to draw every single object from the bag held this up somewhat, in part because I was not sure what all of them were. it seems like every page has several elements that make it unusually difficult to draw, which means that it is not unusual at all and i am just really terrible at dealing with a wide range of subject matters!