I mean, sure we don’t use ribbons for every single present – or even at all – but it’d still be nice to know where it all disappears to…
…I just like whipped cream, man.
And we are entering the perfect season for it.
I’m talkin’ hot chocolate. Pie. Egg nog. The seasonal frappucinos they have at Starbucks.
A glorious time for whipped cream, indeed.
So the last time I wrote something that could be classified as “fanfiction,” I was probably 10. It was some weird Powerpuff Girls meets Little Red Riding Hood piece that only made sense in a 10-year-old logic kind of way. Also drew plenty of fanart – pretty sure I still have some of it logged away somewhere.
Now, the last time I actually wrote period – it’s probably been a few years now? I’ve been telling myself to get back into at some point, I keep coming up with all these ideas – and then I never do anything with them (unless they have something to do with I Draw Walruses). Like, it’s November, so it’s National Novel Writing Month. Told myself this is the year. Aaaaaaand nothing. Nada. No novel.
And then I fell down a rabbit hole into the world of Danganronpa this past week.
No idea why. I had some vague idea of what it was – teenagers trapped in a school being forced into some warped killing game – but like, I think I was watching some random video that featured it and decided to look further into it.
And here we are. I actually sat down and wrote a piece of fanfiction featuring my new favorite character, Gonta Gokuhara (Drew’s fixating on a fictional character again whaaaaat). Who really needed a new ending because I didn’t like the canon one. So I wrote one.
It’s not bad, but I can definitely tell, I’m rusty. But it’s not bad.
And now I have more ideas for Danganronpa fanfiction.
I guess what I needed to write again was a video game about teens killing each other.
I don’t know either.
It’s finally here.
I have officially made it 30 times around the sun.
And I’m not sure quite I’m feeling right now.
I mean, it’s my birthday, so I’m happy and enjoying myself right now, but like, still trying to sort 30 out.
On the one hand, nothing’s changed. I’m still me. It’s just a number. I’ll still carry on as always. There will be new comics to draw and books to read and all that.
On the other hand…it’s thirty. Three decades. Like, I have officially left my twenties behind and am entering something new entirely. A brand new age: my thirties.
I find myself asking the question, “Okay – what now? What do I do? What am I supposed to do?”
I think a better question is “What do I WANT to do?”
And I don’t have a definitive answer.
Well, okay, so I’d like to get back into writing and see where I can take that. Try to get back into exercising. Or maybe develop a new webcomic or something. So I do have some ideas.
But beyond that, it’s a question mark.
I suppose, though, that that’s fine. I mean, I’m always facing question marks and getting through them, right? So, my thirties should be no different.
Still. It’s a tad surreal.
Like this comic.
So time to strap myself in and see what happens as I dive headfirst into this new era.
Should be a time.
This feels like it should be the rule, right?
The moment September hits, we get to say, “Sorry, Summer. But it’s time to go.”
‘Cause I’m ready for Autumn.
The cold. The colors. The holidays. Sweater season.
The thing is, in my part of the country, Autumn doesn’t actually settle in until mid-October. So we’ll be dealing with Summer or something like Summer for a bit longer.
Which is annoying.
Guess I’ll just have to wait it out.
I see you, Thirty.
Trying to sneak up on me like that.
Well, it won’t work!
Sure, it’s suddenly September and my birthday’s in a week. But you still don’t surprise me, Thirty!
I’ll be thirty, flirty, and thriving, you’ll see!
(Author’s note: it’s really more like thirty, uhhhh, and managing, but close enough, right?)
I’m just gonna put it thusly.
There are a lot of very talented people on Instagram who I firmly believe deserve to be seen and not throttled by some algorithm or hidden behind some kind of hidden censor.
And a lot of these people are very good at, um, let’s just say “anatomy.”
I mean, they are good at anatomy for sure. Like, they can draw actual hands. And muscle definition. And everything is more or less proportional.
But, well, ya know. Wink wink, nudge nudge, all that good stuff.
Brought to you by me, just wanting to get home from work on Tuesday, only to be repeatedly thwarted by the shear amount of people who can’t drive or seem to have forgotten how to.
Driving would be easier if it weren’t for other drivers, I swear.
It’s a two-way street, really.
Jeff gets some company in the backyard, and the birds get someone to keep the squirrels away from the birdfeeders.
I dunno, Lars. Judging from how we were this past Sunday when our modem did decide to die following a power outage, it was a bit of a catastrophe.
Also kind of sad.