After slaving away for 3 weeks, the new comic is finally here! Take a look at those beautiful, lovingly-crafted panels. Not every comic will be this epic or intricate. My ultimate goal is to post at least 1 a week. But for the first one back after a five year hiatus, I felt it was worth the extra effort. And if I ever have to redraw the comic for some reason, I'll just trace the deeply etched grooves in my tablet.
I've been reposting the old comics and their posts. I'm almost halfway done with those. I've been adding commentary on top of the old posts, reminiscing about days gone by and mocking myself for my youthful naivete. Although it's interesting/terrifying to note the ways in which I have NOT changed. I'm still alive though, and not constantly drooling out my mouth, at least not so much that I can't surreptitiously dab it away. So that's something. Plus my luscious beard soaks up drool and collects my lunch quite effectively.
If you look through the old comics, you'll see the history of the different artists I've gone through, and I try to make notes where appropriate in the posts. OJ was the first artist. As he progressively got more resentful of the work he was doing and realized that he wasn't going to get rich off an obnoxious webcomic, I started filling in here and there until it was just me "drawing". And in the middle of that process there were some guest artists. The comic took a couple of short hiatuses, and eventually Elly came on board. Elly was an actual legitimate artist, with a degree and everything. That was a wondrous time in the life of the comic. But as OJ before her, she eventually got tired of illustrating my brain oozings. Plus there's only so much a woman will do for you in exchange for wine and vigorous sex.
I think I've gotten the process nailed down for producing the comics with my negligible artistic skill. Feel free to let me know what you think.
Regarding today's new comic, it tells the story of the hiatus in four short panels. As you can see it was a harrowing adventure, fraught with peril. But at the end was the greatest reward a man could hope for. But we men are simple creatures, and we'll justify any achievement as "great" after having poured a sufficient amount of sweat and weeping into it. Finding a paperclip can be the most amazing accomplishment of your life after spending a week looking for it. You'll be posting pics of that fucking paperclip to Twatter, Fuckbook, and Vaginagram for the next two weeks, all shiny and glowing from abusive amounts of filtering.
So the adventures continue, and new adventures will be had. The "heroes" will laugh and love and drink to excess. They will chase after women with varying degrees of success. And I will continue to write posts regarding their exploits in a way that will consistently offend a large part of my audience, guaranteeing that at any one time I'm coasting on a solid fan base of 3. Maybe occasionally one of my comics will go "viral" and I can inflate that number to 5 or 6. But much like tides and winds, readers of comics are whimsical and ephemeral creatures, ever chasing after the next hastily assembled cat meme. Hmmm....
Note to self: More cats.