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Rupert, waving goodbye.

Maaaaan I miss Boring. [link] MUST GO DRAW MORE NOW. Seriously.

My tablet's nib is completely worn down, and my local Wacom source (unhelpfully named The Source ) treated me like I was nutters when I asked if they carried replacements. Which is a legitimate product that they should have. Ahem.

Anyway, digital artmaking has been like pulling teeth. Rupert and Henri, I have not forgotten you, but tablet drawing is no longer fun, and life has my metaphorical nuts in a metaphorical vice right about now.

I even had a dream the other night where Henri showed up. We were in what very much resembled the Indian grocer on Robie street in Halifax, and I was practicing crying for a play, and saw a reflection of myself crying and started actually crying, and he ran over and gave me a turkish coffee, and I woke up and felt guilty for neglecting the comic. Probably more than one should regarding fictional characters.

But how the hell do you tell a fictional character that you're too busy to continue their existence? I somehow don't believe that they would go for a sketch of them smiling.

Man sleep would be nice sometime soon.

Do you think the comic would look better in traditional media anyway? Like inky squiggles on tea stained paper?

Ah well. Goodbye, Elise. See you soon.

Description
Rupert, waving goodbye.

Maaaaan I miss Boring. [link] MUST GO DRAW MORE NOW. Seriously.

My tablet's nib is completely worn down, and my local Wacom source (unhelpfully named The Source ) treated me like I was nutters when I asked if they carried replacements. Which is a legitimate product that they should have. Ahem.

Anyway, digital artmaking has been like pulling teeth. Rupert and Henri, I have not forgotten you, but tablet drawing is no longer fun, and life has my metaphorical nuts in a metaphorical vice right about now.

I even had a dream the other night where Henri showed up. We were in what very much resembled the Indian grocer on Robie street in Halifax, and I was practicing crying for a play, and saw a reflection of myself crying and started actually crying, and he ran over and gave me a turkish coffee, and I woke up and felt guilty for neglecting the comic. Probably more than one should regarding fictional characters.

But how the hell do you tell a fictional character that you're too busy to continue their existence? I somehow don't believe that they would go for a sketch of them smiling.

Man sleep would be nice sometime soon.

Do you think the comic would look better in traditional media anyway? Like inky squiggles on tea stained paper?

Ah well. Goodbye, Elise. See you soon.