Welcome to JAWC v3.0 : Tiki Man Graphics, now at table B14 during AnthroCon... Geez... time for a rant... and yeah, it's been a while... a long long long... long while... regardless... I came back, computer problems arose, fixed 'em and then I fizzled... hit with a slump so bad made quasimodo look like he was standing upright... anyhow, I'm on the slow track to recovery and have been spending my days working on the script for the comic... Good news, the end of this arc is almost upon us... and hopefully I'll have it up in time for the start of AnthroCon, where I'll be taking another hiatus for about a month or so... but at least this section of the characters lives will be completed and you can look foward to a whole brand spankin' new story which continues there poorly outlined lives... thanks to yours truly of course... ^^;; Now I know that after the mall, what else would they do... and to that, I'm not entirely sure... technically I could end the comic permanently at this point... and just accept that this was a one time story and chalk it up to experience and never look back... but I'm a masochist and will continue the story of our crew and more plots of stuffs to happen... I really don't know where I want to take them at this point... it's been so long ago that I started this comic, and now it's coming to an end that hopefully will segue into something more enjoyable than Miranda being kidnapped... I just don't know what that is... it's sorta scary, cause I'll be treading new ground with these characters and they'll have to grow up and be more than cookie cut-out type-cast stereotypes that follow my every whim... oh how my puppets have danced, and soon I'll have them dance to a new tune... Moving on, cause I'll just keep on with the rhetoric... but, sorry that I've been out of commission for so long... it wasn't my intention at all, things just got bad real quick and rather than press on in that direction, I'll just say that life sucks and most everyone out there can go to hell and burn... regardless... moving on. If anyone wants to draw a guest comic, please feel free... could use the fodder for times like these... seriously, AnthroCon is coming and I'll be ending this arc, could really use something to update with while I'll be busy drawing a new story... doesn't even have to canon or anything like that... just something to put up so it doesn't look like I've abandoned the comic and said, "screw y'all... that's it no more!" or something like that... don't wanna do it... wanna continue the story, wanna be prolific and enduring like so many others... so feel free to draw something and hopefully you'll see it up on the page sometime after July when I get back here to my apartment after AnthroCon... and moving onto a different rant... I feel as though I'm losing my sense of sanity... as though my life has taken a dramatic turn for the worse and that no matter what I'll never progress from this point... as though this is all I'll ever accomplish... I look at my sister and she's made a life out of living day to day... learning to be content with her life here... and that scares me.. I say to her that I'll be successful some day and she laughs and scoffs at my thoughts... as though to say that this IS all there is and to dream of more is foolish... it irritates me, I mean.. REALLY FUCKING IRRITATES ME... I don't want to be stuck here like her and my brother, I want to use my education to be something far more great than this... and although my aspirations end won't be for at least another year, I still yearn to leave this life and become apart of a better life... is that so damn wrong to have dreams and not to accept the bitter life I've chosen to adhere to? as though hope will yield me nothing but sorrow and heartache... FUCK THAT!... I don't wanna be some 30 something living in some overly religious town with nothing to show for my life than movies and an apartment where I spend my days alone... I want more than that... I want to spend my days in a loft in the 14th floor of a californian apartment complex, about 20 minutes from my job by bus, where I'll be well off and comfortable... a place that I can call my own, not this room-mate bullshit... I want to be living how I want, without dealing with people who don't even know how to lock a door or put the seat down... There's no fuckin' way I'm gonna settle for this shit... it's about time I took a stand and stopped being so damn meek... I'm gonna work on my portfolios, work on the comic, and after this arc, print a section of that bastard out and send it out as part of my resume for storyboarding... this is what this whole comic is meant for now... a means to work on my storyboarding skills and by Charlie Wilson that's what I'm going to do... and fuck anyone that wants to tell me that I can't be more than where I'm at now, cause dammit if this is all there is to my life I should fuckin' kill myself right now and end it while I can. cause this isn't living... this is slowly dying, and I'm sick of dying... it's about time I started to live and get out of this fuckin' rut... So fuck y'all that say otherwise, I'll see you scurry about from my loft, until then you bastards, welcome to it, I'm back and nothings gonna fuckin' stop me, not you, not my sister and sure as shot not me. - Tiki Man