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The votes as they stand right now:
COMICS 6
NOVEL 3
CAFE TACVBA ROCKS 1
ANIMATED ANTHOLOGY TV SERIES THAT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE HAPPEN ONE DAY AS THAT IS MY REAL DREAM IN LIFE 1

Looks like we'll have an comic book version of the Polychronicon. This is gonna take a LONG time to complete. :)

80 28-page comics...oof. I tried doing the standard 28 page comic of the Polychronicon back when it was just the one story...I got about one issue in before I conceeded defeat. That was 1987. Can I do it in 2002? If I cheat a little, just maybe.....

Not to mention the 25 Closetspace episodes that'll be X number of pages long in the AWFW style.

And the unknown number of strips for A Wish for Wings.

Got my work cut out for me, eh?

You are being taken under our power to your destination.

The votes as they stand right now:
COMICS 6
NOVEL 3
CAFE TACVBA ROCKS 1
ANIMATED ANTHOLOGY TV SERIES THAT I WOULD LOVE TO SEE HAPPEN ONE DAY AS THAT IS MY REAL DREAM IN LIFE 1

Looks like we'll have an comic book version of the Polychronicon. This is gonna take a LONG time to complete. :)

80 28-page comics...oof. I tried doing the standard 28 page comic of the Polychronicon back when it was just the one story...I got about one issue in before I conceeded defeat. That was 1987. Can I do it in 2002? If I cheat a little, just maybe.....

Not to mention the 25 Closetspace episodes that'll be X number of pages long in the AWFW style.

And the unknown number of strips for A Wish for Wings.

Got my work cut out for me, eh?

Shake well before serving!

Here's a thought.

Carrie, Allison, Zand, Andrea all exist in my head as real live living people. I wonder if just described MYSELF into existence?

Heh.

And I don't use drugs to get these questions. :)

Shake well before serving!

Here's a thought.

Carrie, Allison, Zand, Andrea all exist in my head as real live living people. I wonder if just described MYSELF into existence?

Heh.

And I don't use drugs to get these questions. :)

Who would have guesses he was soaking 12 girls in quicklime in the cellar?

I dunno if I ever wrote about the flies in myu old apartment...about how hundreds of them met their fate in my vacuum cleaner back in April or so after a cat died jus tunder my apartment.

But they're back. And guess who go the blame for them. :P

Great way to start the day!

Who would have guesses he was soaking 12 girls in quicklime in the cellar?

I dunno if I ever wrote about the flies in myu old apartment...about how hundreds of them met their fate in my vacuum cleaner back in April or so after a cat died jus tunder my apartment.

But they're back. And guess who go the blame for them. :P

Great way to start the day!

so is this panasasasasasasas again?

Nothing happened today.

Honestly.

I did nothing today.

Why?

Well, most of the day was spent in thought. I have three comics to do. How the HECK am I gonna do it? I mean Closetspace is in COLOR, wich takesd more time than the AWFW B&W strips. And Polychronicon, well, that's a job and a half. So most of the day was spent churning that bolus through my head.

So I figure out how I'm gonna do it: One panel at a time.

So I begni to work on one of the panels. And no sooner to I make the first pencil strioke, than my father pulls me away for a dissertation. I wait a little while after that's done, and start up again. The moment I scratch that pencil, my mother calls me away to help her put boxes in the attic. I try a third time, and get called downstairs to see a "funny show." So I decide to wait until they go to bed before I start drawing. They can't interrupt if they're asleep.

It's 3AM, and Dad is STILL Downstairs watching movies. If I so much as touch that pencil to paper, he'll call me down for something. Bastard.

I'm beginning to think that my family is probably subconsciously trying to bring me down to their level. I know that sounds paranoid, and disrespectful, but when I think of my family, I think of them as chains on my ankle, and they keep holding onto anything they can to keep me from moving forward. Wether they know they're doing this or not, I don't know. But I'm beginning to think THEY are doing it, and not me. I took...precautions.

And again, I just CAN'T get away from them! I took my keys, and some cash and was gonna go out and get a soda. As SOON as that door opened, my mom knew I was going out, stopped me and asked me to pick up cinnamon rolls for the family. Good news: They paid for it. Bad news: I had to come right back home to drop off the rolls.

It'sw like living with a family of telepaths! They won't leave me any time alone, and when I TRY to get time alone,they catch me at it and make sure I have to come right back! AARRGGHH!! I tried mental blocks, cloaking, shielding, anything to just dissapear from these people, and they KEEP BUGGING ME INCESSANTLY!

Gods, I need move out! ANYONE BASED IN AUSTIN WHO IS READING THIS....HIRE ME!

::huff huff::

IT'S A MADHOUSE! A MADHOUSE!!!!!!

so is this panasasasasasasas again?

Nothing happened today.

Honestly.

I did nothing today.

Why?

Well, most of the day was spent in thought. I have three comics to do. How the HECK am I gonna do it? I mean Closetspace is in COLOR, wich takesd more time than the AWFW B&W strips. And Polychronicon, well, that's a job and a half. So most of the day was spent churning that bolus through my head.

So I figure out how I'm gonna do it: One panel at a time.

So I begni to work on one of the panels. And no sooner to I make the first pencil strioke, than my father pulls me away for a dissertation. I wait a little while after that's done, and start up again. The moment I scratch that pencil, my mother calls me away to help her put boxes in the attic. I try a third time, and get called downstairs to see a "funny show." So I decide to wait until they go to bed before I start drawing. They can't interrupt if they're asleep.

It's 3AM, and Dad is STILL Downstairs watching movies. If I so much as touch that pencil to paper, he'll call me down for something. Bastard.

I'm beginning to think that my family is probably subconsciously trying to bring me down to their level. I know that sounds paranoid, and disrespectful, but when I think of my family, I think of them as chains on my ankle, and they keep holding onto anything they can to keep me from moving forward. Wether they know they're doing this or not, I don't know. But I'm beginning to think THEY are doing it, and not me. I took...precautions.

And again, I just CAN'T get away from them! I took my keys, and some cash and was gonna go out and get a soda. As SOON as that door opened, my mom knew I was going out, stopped me and asked me to pick up cinnamon rolls for the family. Good news: They paid for it. Bad news: I had to come right back home to drop off the rolls.

It'sw like living with a family of telepaths! They won't leave me any time alone, and when I TRY to get time alone,they catch me at it and make sure I have to come right back! AARRGGHH!! I tried mental blocks, cloaking, shielding, anything to just dissapear from these people, and they KEEP BUGGING ME INCESSANTLY!

Gods, I need move out! ANYONE BASED IN AUSTIN WHO IS READING THIS....HIRE ME!

::huff huff::

IT'S A MADHOUSE! A MADHOUSE!!!!!!