come on, ulysses.

Today I got real haunted by a comic book I bought. I read "Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth" and it was terrifying!

I loved it. But I hate being scared. It's awesome to have the sunlight to save you, though. Tell you that much.

I don't even care for me.

OH!

I uploaded all of those comics I made the other day.

They are right here. <---------------

Tell me what you think in the comments! Please! You all don't understand (assuming anyone reads this) how much comments MATTER to a BLOGGER.

what I give to you is just what I'm going through.

Quitting Sockshop was my new thing for today.

Five days of school and then two days of work ended up not jiving with the ol' writing schedule - and let's face it. I want to write, I want to be a writer. I do not want to sell shoes. I don't want to end up like Sascha did... three and a half years into it, a manager, realizing that three of her best years were spent there.

Nope, not the plan. So I quit my job, and instead added another 500 words to my daily writing goal. I'm going to actively seek editors and agents and all that, and I'm going to make stuffed animals with Anthony and sell them when I need some extra scratch.

Also, I might become a part of the census bureau, because apparently you get to set your own hours and those hours are 20 dollars each.

I bought myself a comic as a quitting present: It's the new Spiderman, and Obama is on the cover:


Ridiculous. Chameleon didn't even know his nickname on the basketball team.

To ruin the surprise: tomorrow, my new thing is to take a placement test/interview for the census bureau. It could be incredibly boring, but I also got the Coraline soundtrack, so maybe it will be creepy.

lookin' at the sky above me.

Today, my new thing was to do a comic every hour. Journal-comic, that is. Usually not very funny, but at least a little bit absurd. I do a lot of stuff every day, and I also do a lot of nothing. I also have to uninstall/reinstall my HP printer before I can scan and put them all up for you all to enjoy/scoff at.

edit: thanks to the magic of max, I have added all of them.

Sigh.

But it was a good, rainy day. And if I start tomorrow off right, I think work can be bearable... because I think it will be one of my last shifts. Quitting sockshop is a "new thing" for the future.

The near future.

















Anthony joined in on the fun.


His are a little more nightmarish than mine...






His also stopped because he left the house and forgot to keep doing it.

Ah well.