not IF, but WHEN

A commenter “Andrew”, who is also a friend of mine, noted that everyone else who left comments on this comic seemed to be a fan of the game “Rock n’ Roll Racing”. RnRR, as I’ve just decided to start calling it, is a racing game for a few different consoles in which various freaks and aliens race around ugly, square-cornered tracks for reasons I do not care to learn. The only redeeming feature of this game is a selection of MIDI versions of popular rock songs, such as Ozzy Osbourne’s “Paranoid” and “Highway Star” by Deep Purple.

Anyway, Andrew pointed out that I was alienating my fanbase by positioning myself so firmly against this game. I didn’t respond at the time but if I did I would have said “Good. I don’t want them as readers anyway.”

An example. Earlier this year I accepted a dare to overcome one of my greatest fears. I succeeded and prevailed because if I failed the dare it was agreed that I would have to play forty hours of Rock n’ Roll Racing. Do you see? I am willing to change my own life (for the better, as it happens) in order to NEVER HAVE TO PLAY THAT GAME AGAIN. [May 22, 2011]

no telling if I can keep these up

I often say that I do these comics for my own amusement but most of the time I am not actually outwardly amused. Okay, that didn’t come out right. What I mean is that it isn’t as though I sit there and draw a thing and then laugh uproariously every time. Sometimes I don’t even crack a smile. It’s the way you watch a comedy show on your own but don’t always laugh, even though you know what you’re watching is funny — you just sort of inwardly acknowledge the joke.

Why did I start talking about this? Is it bad that I’ve lost my own train of thought in less than a paragraph? Oh yes, I remember now. I love the middle panel of this comic every time I see it. I’m proud of both the writing and artwork. Even though I don’t usually laugh out loud at my own work, this one often prompts a chuckle, and that’s saying something about how much I like it. [May 3, 2011]