Bad comics make me sad.
Well, I’m basically done with the latest installment of the strip…but the last panel would make even my grandma cry. Seriously, it’s so bad I think it has an odor. The first two aren’t anything great either, but the punchline panel needs…to…go.
So–here’s the deal: I want to draw something you want to look at without stabbing your dominant eye with a chopstick, and you don’t want to lose your good eye. Tomorrow, I am going to redraw that awful panel. It will be better and I will not want to tear all comics into many, many pieces.
I sleep now.
