There are some definite issues regarding proper comma placement inside the word balloon on this panel. I'll fix them, but I'm not scanning this panel again, so you'll have to wait for the collection some time in 2011, if you're really concerned about it.
Bennie is, hands down, one of the coolest dogs I have ever had the pleasure of meeting, and I am glad that I knew her.
I then asked her what made her think of that, and her reply was, "I was just thinking of a dog looking in a window." When I asked what made her think of that, she said, "I don't know."
So. Awesome.
I had a bunch of ideas for what to draw today, but none of them were quite right, not even the idea of drawing me telling Liz all of the things I wasn't going to draw. I wish she wasn't sick, and I hope I don't get sick.
In other news, Fender is awesome, because they are replacing the EVH head I've had problems with, and they're getting me an ivory one instead of black, which is what I always wanted.
I realized I'm going to need a second cab so that we can have guitar coming from both sides, because not having that kind of sucked, but I think we all feel like we should try to keep it to just one guitarist right now.
I'm a little bit overwhelmed.
My favorite thing about this aesthetic of this panel is that it looks like an older panel of SJO, but one of the better ones.
Yes, I said, "I thought she was going to break up with me," twice. Why? I thought she was going to break up with me. Part of me was figuring she had something up her sleeve, but she did a great job of making me unsure. I would love to "break up with her" on April Fools to get back at her, but that would just be cruel, and there's no need to get back at her, anyway, because what she did was totally awesome.
While we were closing at work, I talked to Jen for a few minutes about what was going on with Liz and I, and she seemed to have lots more wisdom than I. And, honestly, it's not that surprising that a girl in her early twenties knows as much or more about love than a man in his early thirties.
That doesn't make it any less amusing.
As it turns out it is the same guy that wrote both theme songs, and the same production company that made both shows. What is didn't know is that, amazingly enough, Family Matters was spun off from Perfect Strangers somewhere around season 4 or 5 of that show. Perfect strangers' theme song was also written by the same guy, which isn't surprising, given the preceding information, much like the fact that he also did the Step By Step theme.
This was all around the same time that Vanilla Ice's "Too The Extreme" was hitting number 1 on the Billboard charts. Don't you miss 1990?
It was a huge bummer when the amp still didn't work. The Jackson/EVH rep helping me said he was sure it was the preamp tubes, so I was all excited to get it working again. I almost don't even care, now.
I'm pretty bummed about my head being busted when I have a show in three days, but I'll figure it out. Maybe I'll go to a different Best Buy...
By the end, I think the guy was starting to get a little pissed.
Also, tonight, I made those sandwiches I was thinking about last night.
For this joke to work, all you really need to know about Equus is that it is a play in which Harry Potter gets naked.
Apologies to my mom and to Christy (who may need a second apology, if I'm spelling her name wrong) for my inability to get anywhere near drawing a proper likeness of anyone that I don't see on a daily basis.
I feel like this comic has been sort of sucky, lately, excluding yesterday's panel, which I really liked. I've really only been drawing me which, admittedly, makes sense, but I feel like it's getting kinda boring. I think I need to be trying harder. The panels for 2010, I feel, got better and better every week for most of this year, but I feel like the last week or two, I've hit a lull.
I am, of course, overly analytical, and mostly neurotic, but that doesn't change the way I feel. I'm sure Jung would have something to say about this.
I'm pretty sure I was jealous, since I wanted to scratch my leg so bad. She looked like she was in heaven, scratching her arm, and I felt bad waking her. So jealous.
I set an alarm for 3:45 AM at 3:00 AM, because I knew II was going to fall asleep before I did this. I really wish I had more time to do this stuff, but I simply don't, the way my life is right now.
I had an awesome day doing volunteer work for Green at the ARC of Tempe's fundraiser/wine (and beer) tasting event, then had a great practice with Satan's Monk after that, followed by a relaxing evening watching Ghost Hunters with Liz. I wish I got to go to sleep an hour and a half ago instead of drawing this thing. Ball.
I had other stuff happen today that I wanted to draw about, like at Satan's Monk practice, when we were about to play "Uno Quien Suspira" which I jokingly referred to as "Joe Arpaio" and it ended up with Andy saying, "Joe Arpaio's Nextican," but I have this fake sleep business happen a lot, and it happened pretty hard tonight, and I just really wanted to draw me thinking about a fire-breathing dinosaur.
So there it is.
Have I ever said that I hate the way my scans look? Because I fucking hate the way my scans look. I need a better scanner. I should be able to scan it in, crop it and post it, without any sort of contrast or brightening effect to muddy it up. Someone buy me a high-quality scanner with a large screen. There will be one less thing on my endless list of things I need, which is what we're all supposed to have so that we may feel the crushing weight of the race to live. And should we "win" this race, we get to feel the crushing weight of the boredom that is having no race to run any longer.
Cheer up, Jeff! The race is shorter than you think.
Anyway...um, yeah! This panel is probably the biggest departure yet because manages to say nothing about my day and also doesn't even have me in it, despite it maybe containing a version of my opinion. I may try to steer clear of this sort of thing in the future, since I set out to a daily auto-bio comic. I also may not steer clear of it. We'll see.
That being said, this panel does relate to some current frustration in my life, so it manages to be about me, no less. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you probably saw me posting about this already today. If you don't know what this panel is about, here is a news story and an interview about it.
Trainer dies after killer whale attack at SeaWorld
Ric O'Barry interviewed about hidden horrors of SeaWorld's
If I had my druthers, no one would ever go to SeaWorld, again. Sure, the animals look cool and it's fun to be close to them. I get that. I really do. But what's fun about it, for me, is the kinship that you feel with these creatures, and that's all taken away in the knowledge that they are not free, and in the knowledge that, when everyone else leaves, they stay there. Forever.
I swam with a family of dolphins in the wild for about three seconds, and those three seconds showed me just how wrong it is to hold these marine mammals captive. This was most clear in the brief flash of a moment that it took them to dive down, out of my sight. Forever. Free.
If I had my druthers, no one would ever go to SeaWorld, again.
Holy crap, did I really just finish my panel around two? Awesome. I'm going to bed early tonight!
