The events in this panel actually ocurred a week before they were drawn and involved most of a bottle of Canadian whiskey and an empty stomach. However, they correctly identified an emotion that ocurred at the time of drawing.
I just heard from Miller that the end result of the comic/panel I posted earlier today is a black eye that’s actually growing in size and blackness. Whoops.
I have done not much today and I’m not even about to upset that by cleaning up this comic a little more than the la – oh my goodness look at that. I woke up too late today and I’ll probably just go to bed late as well.
I finally played Wipeout Fusion after having it in my car for a week. I found it at GameStop for $2, which I figured was low enough for me to feel it was an acceptable amount to spend on the game. Now that I’ve played it, I was probably wrong. Despite the fact that most of my objections to the game revolve around it being totally different from the first 3.5 Wipeout games, I’ve got a lot of other complaints. Oh holy fuck wouldn’t it be great if I listed them all in a blog? Fuck why don’t I have a blog to do that fuck fuck fuck clearly this is great usage of that technology.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
Things that have happened in the past month:
- I safely fly back to the USA, become confused by the amount of selection at the grocery store, and accidently buy some really awful cheddar.
- Some guys attack Barak Obama or something.
- I hit on a lot of American girls.
- My blog isn’t updated. At all.
- The server my blog is on gets hacked.
That’s about it. It’s tough to juggle working, looking for better work, freelance work, going for drinks, chatting up girls in English, and my music career and still find time to blog. I guess I’ll fix this. If it hadn’t been for yesterday’s hack, I would’ve posted this yesterday. I am posting it today – that indicates something like dedication I think? I have several new ideas for Alco-Challenges, and some references to newish things that I actually enjoyed. Anomie and apathy still highly present.
I know it’s Tuesday. I don’t care.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
So I had somebody lined up to fill in for me yesterday (I was watching an exhibition football match involving Italians), but he ran into problems of his own. At any rate I have some catching up to get back to my five post per week average. With the week I’ve been having, that might be rough. Consider this dull self-referential piece my meeting you halfway.
So I’m reworking my style. This means a few changes. Firstly, and most noticeable, fuck all that illustrative fiction fluff shit about having a boat/airship/dirigible/whatever. That was an error. It brought up steampunk imagery and I’m getting fucking sick of steampunk arseholes. I’m still captain of the blog, and a majour source of surliness. That part – the, unfortunately, rather real me – won’t change. Secondly, writing in a humourous and mostly non-sequiturian manner isn’t really something I make a habit of. The problem with a blog is it’s fairly easy to maintain a voice through several updates and then feel compelled to remain in this style. However, fuck that.
Anyroad, this counts. My team lost 2-1 with one goal in the second half, so fuck your opinion if it’s not mine.
Love,
Captain Cussy Pants.
P.S.: Real post tomorrow. Probably short.


