So, yes – the heavens did open and cover the earth in a blanket of death. For folks who don’t live in a state that has snow as frequently as we do here in Michigan – fuck you. Also, so that you understand what we go through around this time of year – imagine rubbing astro-glide on the bottoms of your feet and then walk across a well-polished floor, covered with patches of broken glass… You’ll want to be careful – but at some point, you know you’ll be picking glass shards out of your rump. And that’s the anticipation that driving on a well-iced road brings us… You always know that time that you’re going to be fucked. It feels like it’s happening slowly – like the road is buying you dinner, talking about the things that interest you, and then as soon as you get into the seedy motel room – BAM! Face against the carpet, ass in the air, railed repeatedly until you don’t even remember your name.
Yes, I am now relating an icy road to date-rape… but its oddly fitting, I think.
I will say quite honestly that I’m busier trying to accomplish all my goals these days than I have been in years… In the past 12 years, I would honestly say that I’ve always had an online video game that I was immersed in. Be it Everquest, City of Heroes, StarWars Galaxies, WoW, Warhammer, etc… There was always SOMETHING – but these days, I can’t even imagine how I would find the time to play something like that even if I wanted to. Granted, my time management skills suck. I spend way too much time driving back and forth to coffee houses so that I can find my inspiration, when I should just find a way to draw in the apartment and forsake all the devices of distraction that surround me… but hey – sometimes you just need a good cup of coffee… and what would my favorite barista Liz do if she didn’t have me there several nights a week?
Okay, she might not really be affected, but I’m going to pretend there would be a “missing Bob” interval that happened… and an empty feeling in her soul.
But at least there is one thing, the thing that keeps me sane through all the troubles and turmoil. Pornography. I still have it. I still love it. And thanks to porn and Craigslist, I’m fairly certain that I will have an overabundance of material for this comic. But in a Nietzsche sense of the world – if I look long into the abyss, the abyss also looks back at me. Which means I must be careful when I watch porn, not to BECOME porn. Which for those folks who have seen some of my online profiles – I think I may have already failed there…