931

I'm actually really excited about how much this drawing ended up looking like Liz. Something about the way the mouth is just puts it into place, for me. She drew me an awesome picture today, which I promptly hung on my wall when I got home. I like when people draw me stuff. I especially like the drawing she did.

I am, undoubtedly, super excited to go on tour in a few days, but there is a huge part of me that is not quite sure how I am going to cope without getting to see Liz for almost two weeks. We've kind of become attached at the hip. I mean, I guess it's good that we're being forced to spend some time apart, to maybe help put things in perspective, but really, I'm not sure there is much of anything that needs to be put into perspective.

930

The only other time I've spent this many nights with someone was with Andrea in Hawaii, and while that had its moments, both her and I seem to have agreed in the long run that it was a bit disastrous. That lady and I, we had some great times, and an intense connection, but two Scorpios together are a fucking scary thing.

929

I don't think I've ever spent this much time around someone without wanting to punch them in the face. It's kind of awesome, and I'm really happy to have Liz around, because I don't feel like she is going to think I'm weird or abnormal, or at least, if she does, she won't think it's a bad thing, and I've become accustomed to people thinking I'm some fucked-up weirdo.

928

Okay, here we go again on the subject of me not spending enough time on my drawings. Look at that hand. What. The. Fuck? Screws up an otherwise-pretty-good drawing (read: otherwise-possibly-my-favorite drawing). And I did the drawing in pencil first, so theoretically I should have been able to erase the pencils and do a better job, but I was in a bit of a rush to get it done, and just kind of went, "Fuck it." (Which we "in the industry" refer to as the "Rob Liefeld Approach".) I assumed that since I was somehow able to pull the rest of the drawing off, I would be able to on that part, too. I assumed wrong.

Obviously, I would really like it if I had a natural talent for drawing hands, and everything else, for that matter, but I'm not really concerned about it, because I'm still trying to spend time on it when I can, and I still like this drawing a whole lot.

I'll stop with the gloating now.

927

I know I've talked about this before, but it's really the downfall of this comic that I'm so tired some nights I can't draw that well. I know I could be a better artist, but I would have to spend so much more time on it every day, and when it all comes down, this is a hobby for me, not a daily passion, despite it being daily. It's tough though (I like the way those two words look together), because I really want it to look good. I look back at a lot of the panels I've done, and some of them actually look like good drawings, to me. The majority of those are photo reference, when they are drawings of realistic-looking things though, and that's what I mean that it's just a hobby, and I would have to spend a lot more time on it every day for it to be up to par with what I want, and that has yet to become an option for what I want out of life.

It may seem like I'm making excuses, but I assure you, I am not. Just offering a little bit of insight into my "creative process".

926

I got pretty drunk and stayed at Liz's last night, so it's a good thing she has stuff to draw with. Those are the best excuses I have for why this panel is so drastically different than others. I'm sure I could have taken more time with it and made it look a lot closer to uniform, but I was definitely hammered, so it just wasn't going to happen.

If you are very attentive and actually care, this panel will probably pop up in its full view at some point. Let's just say that I was really drunk when I wrote it, and I think it is completely idiotic and indicative of drunken thought. I actually really like the drawing though!

925

Something tells me that this drawing was created by watching The Science of Sleep, as there are these mandalas (or whatever they're called, it seems there's always a term I don't know) in quite a few parts of the film. regardless, this was definitely one of those times where I just had no idea what to draw, was too tired to think, and just started doing random unrelated stuff.

I just thought it was sort of neat that it ended up being related. PARALLEL SYNCHRONIZED RANDOMNESS!!

924

There has been a lot of weirdness in my life lately, some of it good, some of it bad. Today seems to have created some sort of resolutions for some things, though you never know what tomorrow will bring. And that's the best thing of all.

923

Liz tells me it's hard to see when I'm smiling with my facial hair in the way. i tried to make this panel look like that. I mean, I am really happy though, so maybe it is a little more obvious.

922

I feel like I said enough in the panel above. I wanted to end the text at "...no matter what the destination.." In fact, I even drew the line under it, and had to white it out. There really was no excuse to not include the story of going into that restaurant, because that was some important stuff. I've passed it a couple of other times and not gone in, usually because someone else was driving, or because I didn't want to inconvenience other people. So, when I asked Liz if it was cool and her reply was, "You're driving," I turned around and we went in.

Okay, so maybe I didn't feel like I said enough in the panel above.

921

Spin the bottle is juvenile, right? Right. Whatever. Who gives a fuck? I wasn't even drunk. How does this make sense? What is going on? Today was crazy. Crazy awesome.

920

I was gonna draw another penis, because there was penis all over that movie, and I think drawing a bunch of dicks in a row is fun, because I am childish, but I decided against it, because it's really a fair amount of work to draw a good penis. Sure, it's a labour of love, but it is work, no less.

Some days, I feel like I need to get my mind out of the gutter. Today was one of them.

919

This isn't my best penis.

918

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Anyone in Phoenix looking for a tattoo should definitely go here. Jsn kicks some serious ass. I'll probably post photos of the process, but not tonight. Tonight, I will do something else, that will end with me sleeping at some undisclosed time, that will surely be later than I plan.

Why do I always do that? Does my body not want me to sleep? No, probably my brain doesn't want me to sleep. It's out to get me. At every corner, just when I think it's safe to relax, there's my brain, and he's freaking out. "You're not sleeping yet, motherfucker. I've got work to do, and you're not going to do a goddamned thing about it but do what I tell you, because guess what, pal? I'm your brain. Take it."

And this is but a small glimpse inside of the bizarre reality that lies between my ears and behind my eyes, controlling nearly every thought I have.

917

Yes, she told me to draw "a big dick". So here is a towering skypenis.

916

I almost passed out on my bed before drawing this. I was definitely pretty drunk, and I only had three beers. It's pretty much absolutely certain I would have vomited if I had any more (which Brent almost got me to do as we were leaving). You can tell I was drunk from the fact that I forgot to write the date, and just the whole panel, in general screams, "Alcohol." We also went to the The Big Bang, a piano bar on Mill Ave. There's a rad dude that comes into my work that works there, so I was hoping he would be working and, lo and behold, he was! So, yeah, that was cool. Being really drunk from three beers? Not so cool. Liz driving me home? Cool. Because driving drunk? Not cool at all.

915

Oh, holidays, you are so dumb, but sometimes you are still okay anyway.

914

This guy on guitar was ridiculous. As we were walking out, he starts playing this song where he says, "Life is so shittaaaay." Oh, man. At least I have something to laugh at, now!

913

I have noticed that when I drink one night, I want to drink the next night. This happens once in a while. Sometimes it will last for a year, sometimes less. It usually ends when I drink too much Jack Daniels one night, and vomit until the wee hours of morning.

912

I always have a hard time walking out of Ikea empty-handed. There's just so much good stuff in there. I almost bought some candles, then I almost bought a lantern. I had to get out before I spent any money. Headquarters was pretty similar. I almost bought this little 2" tall, purple genie bottle looking thing, but the price tag was $59.95, so that wasn't going to happen.

911

And now that I'm in such a great mood, let's talk about how I was awoken this morning. It was about 8AM, or so, and I get a text from a random number that just says, "You're welcome." I reply, "Who is this?" No answer. It slowly dawns on me. I don't know if anyone remembers, but a month or two ago, I wrote about my friend's ex who went all crazy, hacked her accounts, got my phone number from a message, and called me. Why did he call me? To tell me she was crazy! That's right, the guy who hacked his ex's accounts is apparently not the crazy one. He says that she told him to keep an eye on her accounts. Well, even if that were the case, it's obviously batshit nuts for him to call me. And I made that clear to him in a post I made that night, seeing that, suddenly, I was getting views on this blog from his town, Pembroke Pines, Florida, which had had one view in over two years prior to that, so it was obviously him.

So, other Jeff, what gives you the right to fucking text me at 8 in the goddamned morning to tell me, "You're welcome?" Welcome for what? What the fuck did you do? Nothing. Everything that you have done in my life has been negative, yet somehow you are so deluded you believe you have helped me in some way. Amazing. I still talk to your ex. We're great friends. She's a great person. You're a fucking psycho who saved my fucking number to use again at a later date. Please never call or text me again. Please lose my number. Please go away.

Please stop reading my comic.

Okay. Good. Goddamnit, I swear I'm a nice person. I swear I'm not a shitty human being. It's just when someone does something like this, it's a bit tough to not get angry, you know? And don't worry, ex of crazy Jeff, you don't need to apologize for what this guy is doing.

Now that that's been said, today was Liz's 21st birthday, and I somehow managed to miss out on the festivities two nights in a row, so I'm a little unhappy right now. I have to be up in less than eight hours, like usual. So, goodnight.

Fuck you, Jeff. Yes, you. Not me.