page 50.5 of this… it continues along despite my current peculiar mental state. I have left empty space for the event in which I recover and figure out what is supposed to be there.
When I was painting I would say with some regularity that I couldn’t quite understand my own images before they had color in them. Perhaps that is a factor in my inability to produce coherent ink lines that do not require a week or more of post-scan revision, assuming nobody else needs me for anything. I can understand OTHER people’s completed monochromatic images but mine in progress are baffling. I don’t doubt that people exist who could make sense of my pencil marks and choose colors that I would enjoy, and save me weeks of meddling. I merely suspect that my likelihood of knowing any who would have their own time to do it in is minimal. It would not be morally fair, anyhow, to have somebody else have to look at nemitz so often, monetarily compensated or not.
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The corner man sez:
I’d question why exactly one would order a pine cone for consumption purposes, but truth be told, it looks rather more edible than the main comestible structure there.
Word on the street is that Hot Stuff stepping on the Hat there is of at least some degree of narrative significance. Perhaps a small “Oof.” text balloon akin to the “Meh.” one seem shortly before might better draw the reader’s eye to this occurrence.
Rororivis sez:
I reached this page and realized that apart from beets I do not know what food generally looks like to these morons. And even beets are considered edible by a minority of the population.
The hat is supposed to be saying “heh!” I did think that the hat should exhibit some manner of disapproval at being stepped on but the nature of that eluded me until I forgot to do it.