Well...shit.

Ladies and gentlemen.

As testament to my supreme control over computers I come to you via the magic of:

Internet Explorer 5 for Windows 3.11 and a 256MB Hard Drive.

This is NOT by choice.

Lemme tell ya about my writing curse. My writing curse is one of the main reasons I stopped writing for comics so long ago. It seems that anytime I write, the world conspires against me to keep me from writing. There are specific events I can point to all the way back to the beginning of the Polychronicon in 1987.

About 1995, I simply stopped writing. I got tired of having personal crises anytime I put pen to paper. I hate not writing, but I HAD to. If I began to write, my world would spiral out of control.

By 1997, I'd finally settled down in Pennsylvania, a good job under my feet, and healthy relationship. Things were going good. But stupid me...I thought my curse was just a silly phase and began writing the script for Episode 1 of Closetspace. Two months later we were all laid off and the business was shut down. In the middle of the DOT.COM boom, we we're bought out, and shut down.

The next two years were spent puttering around trying to find a job. And I manage to find one. I begin to feel good about life again, things look up. I move to Texas get a job there, get a BETTER job in just a few months and am ecstatic.

And I get the bug again.

And I start writing Episode 1 of the Polychronicon.

And then I lose Deener.

But I continue.

And then I lose my job.

But I continue.

And then I lose my pet.

But I continue.

And then two planes plow into the World Trade Center.

And I stop.

For a long time I lived with the silly notion that my writing caused the WTC disaster. Honestly. It's an irrational thought, sure, but considering my state of mind thruogh most of the summer, I wasn't very rational to begin with.

And then I get the idea for a new story...and I try so hard NOT to write it. I don't need the aggravation of letting my life get hard on me again. But Roger went out of his way to reassure me, to get me to write. So much so, that I even name a character out of him.

And then the Anthrax scare begins. And I do my damnedest not to believe my writing is causing it. And them my Tio Marcos dies...I rationalize that as a sick man who was terminal before I even had the idea for Andrea in my head.

And now, just as I hit FILE->SAVE on Day8.gif, my machine freezes. I reboot it to my 256MB drive. I manage to access the 17GB drive as Drive D, and all my files are there. AnytimeI try to access them, though, I get "File Allocation Table Errors." I tried to copyu as much as I could to the 256MB drive, but I erally only have 100MB free. I try to copy as many AWFW files over to the drive. Thankfully, I got most of the GIFs, but not Day 7 or 8.

My scanner requires Windows 95. I no longer have Windows 95, I only have 98, and don't have the room to install it on the drive. So I installed Windows 3.11. I installed a 16-bit version of AOL. A 16-bit Version of IE 5.

I have no scanner to scan in new comics. I don't have a 16-bit version of Paint Shop Pro or Photoshop to edit the pics. I don't have a 16-bit version of Pagemaker to create the text boxes and borders.

A Wish for Wings will continue to show the 6 episodes I have on hand. If it goes farther will depend on getting a new hard drive. If I get a new hard drive, I may have to think long and hard about putting pen to paper again.

Sorry, Roger - you're outvoted.

(5th attempt)

Well...shit.

Ladies and gentlemen.

As testament to my supreme control over computers I come to you via the magic of:

Internet Explorer 5 for Windows 3.11 and a 256MB Hard Drive.

This is NOT by choice.

Lemme tell ya about my writing curse. My writing curse is one of the main reasons I stopped writing for comics so long ago. It seems that anytime I write, the world conspires against me to keep me from writing. There are specific events I can point to all the way back to the beginning of the Polychronicon in 1987.

About 1995, I simply stopped writing. I got tired of having personal crises anytime I put pen to paper. I hate not writing, but I HAD to. If I began to write, my world would spiral out of control.

By 1997, I'd finally settled down in Pennsylvania, a good job under my feet, and healthy relationship. Things were going good. But stupid me...I thought my curse was just a silly phase and began writing the script for Episode 1 of Closetspace. Two months later we were all laid off and the business was shut down. In the middle of the DOT.COM boom, we we're bought out, and shut down.

The next two years were spent puttering around trying to find a job. And I manage to find one. I begin to feel good about life again, things look up. I move to Texas get a job there, get a BETTER job in just a few months and am ecstatic.

And I get the bug again.

And I start writing Episode 1 of the Polychronicon.

And then I lose Deener.

But I continue.

And then I lose my job.

But I continue.

And then I lose my pet.

But I continue.

And then two planes plow into the World Trade Center.

And I stop.

For a long time I lived with the silly notion that my writing caused the WTC disaster. Honestly. It's an irrational thought, sure, but considering my state of mind thruogh most of the summer, I wasn't very rational to begin with.

And then I get the idea for a new story...and I try so hard NOT to write it. I don't need the aggravation of letting my life get hard on me again. But Roger went out of his way to reassure me, to get me to write. So much so, that I even name a character out of him.

And then the Anthrax scare begins. And I do my damnedest not to believe my writing is causing it. And them my Tio Marcos dies...I rationalize that as a sick man who was terminal before I even had the idea for Andrea in my head.

And now, just as I hit FILE->SAVE on Day8.gif, my machine freezes. I reboot it to my 256MB drive. I manage to access the 17GB drive as Drive D, and all my files are there. AnytimeI try to access them, though, I get "File Allocation Table Errors." I tried to copyu as much as I could to the 256MB drive, but I erally only have 100MB free. I try to copy as many AWFW files over to the drive. Thankfully, I got most of the GIFs, but not Day 7 or 8.

My scanner requires Windows 95. I no longer have Windows 95, I only have 98, and don't have the room to install it on the drive. So I installed Windows 3.11. I installed a 16-bit version of AOL. A 16-bit Version of IE 5.

I have no scanner to scan in new comics. I don't have a 16-bit version of Paint Shop Pro or Photoshop to edit the pics. I don't have a 16-bit version of Pagemaker to create the text boxes and borders.

A Wish for Wings will continue to show the 6 episodes I have on hand. If it goes farther will depend on getting a new hard drive. If I get a new hard drive, I may have to think long and hard about putting pen to paper again.

Sorry, Roger - you're outvoted.

(5th attempt)

Hmph.

And have I mentioned the job curse? Well...we're worry about that if I ever get a job again.

Hmph.

And have I mentioned the job curse? Well...we're worry about that if I ever get a job again.

Shit II - Electric Boogaloo

I was pretty down all day, mainly by the los of my hard drive and complete inability to get A Wish for Wings done, now. I have been down all day about it, and my parents again picked up on it. They treated me to a Chinese dinner. And while there my mood lifted. I felt great and even began to doubt the Writing Curse. I began to think I could find a way to get the series finished on the limited system I had. When we left the restaurant, I had it in mind that I WOULD find a way to finish the series.

That was a mistake.

When I got to the truck, a STREAM of antifreeze was running down the pavement. I drove home as quickly as I could and thankfully the engine never overheated. That's when we nticed the oil guage. There was NO OIL in the truck either.

We are extremely poor right now. The only reason we have AOL at all is that Dad can't figure out how to get them to stop billing us. We have barely enough money to EAT much less to fix two trucks (Yes, we just went out to eat, but that was because my dad has maanged to bring one exrta load home). So, now we ahve to fix TWO trucks, and a computer.

And m ytruck broke down just as I was thinking about bringing back AWFW.

No more.

I will show the seven strips I have, and write up the rest as a summary of the story.

And after that I will never write again.

Shit II - Electric Boogaloo

I was pretty down all day, mainly by the los of my hard drive and complete inability to get A Wish for Wings done, now. I have been down all day about it, and my parents again picked up on it. They treated me to a Chinese dinner. And while there my mood lifted. I felt great and even began to doubt the Writing Curse. I began to think I could find a way to get the series finished on the limited system I had. When we left the restaurant, I had it in mind that I WOULD find a way to finish the series.

That was a mistake.

When I got to the truck, a STREAM of antifreeze was running down the pavement. I drove home as quickly as I could and thankfully the engine never overheated. That's when we nticed the oil guage. There was NO OIL in the truck either.

We are extremely poor right now. The only reason we have AOL at all is that Dad can't figure out how to get them to stop billing us. We have barely enough money to EAT much less to fix two trucks (Yes, we just went out to eat, but that was because my dad has maanged to bring one exrta load home). So, now we ahve to fix TWO trucks, and a computer.

And m ytruck broke down just as I was thinking about bringing back AWFW.

No more.

I will show the seven strips I have, and write up the rest as a summary of the story.

And after that I will never write again.