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I can finally shave this dumb mustache off tomorrow night!

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Sorry for the pathetic drawing. I really wanted to go to sleep.

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This is the worst panel I've done in a week, or so. I really felt like I was on a roll for a minute there. It's very tough for me to keep up the quality on a daily "comic". Some days, I just flat out don't want to do it, but I have to, because that's sort of the point. And I can't very well stockpile panels on days when I really feel like drawing, because that would also defeat the purpose (not to mention the impossibility of it with my current lack of future-seeing abilities).

However, as much as there are days that I flat out don't want to do it, not a day goes by that I regret getting it done.

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I think the reason it's so much easier for me to draw men is that they're generally more rough and mottled looking. Women generally have smoother features, and I am not exactly the smoothest artist.

I'm smoothe, just not a smoothe artist. Don't tell me how to spell smoothe, because you know it looks badass that way.

On a side note, I've been noticing that I have less and less time to hang out, as the years pass, which only makes sense, as I seem to know more people, as the years pass. It almost seems like I need to hermit out and disappear. But can I really do that? Not a chance, I imagine.

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I misspelled Pharaoh's Den. Whoops.

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I've been keeping a tour diary on the Royal Monsters blog, if you're interested in that sort of thing.

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This will be the last time I'm at my scanner for a few days. I may be taking photos each day like I did during the Landmine Marathon tour (which has since been properly scanned in, of course), but other than that, I won't be doing proper posts here for about a week, so if you haven't read some older panels, now's the time!

The March Moustache tears through California!

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800 posts! I can't believe I made it this far. It feels pretty good.

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It's a very good thing I was mostly raised by my Mother, because I would, quite possibly, be a racist otherwise. I love my father. He is my father, and nothing will ever change that. But, Jesus Shit, are you kidding me?

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My left elbow has been all fucked up for a little over 24 hours now. I'm pretty not into it.