I sit down and write scripts. Yes. I get a bottle of beer, a sandwich or some pizza in the rare occasion and I sit down in front of my computer, play The Cure, ignore the game icons sitting in my taskbar and write some fucking things that will hopefully be funny. I brainstorm, I draw flowcharts and agonise and curse the heavens till the fucking script is finished!
Then as I draw the page, I change stuff and make most of it as I go along.
Problem is that as I do things in a semi-spontaneous manner, I tend to come up with things which to my unrestrained brain seemed pretty funny. My brain does not have a lot of stop signs. Then I realise that I would offend a lot of my reasders and change it to a safer version so that the unicorns and fairies could enjoy it too while basking in the glow of a magnificent rainbow which spans across the length of the magical forest.
But not now, fucken! I've made a consious decision to do as I will and if people are offended, then they are free to go and find another comic... with happy elves.
I've spent far too long fearing to cross the line. Now I wanna cross it, then pee on it for good measure.
Fucken.
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Mood:
Neutral -
Listening to: David Bowie
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Playing: Crysis 2
And not give a damn about people's reaction either.
Don't run forward. Run left. Run right. Run up to the skies and down to the hells. Screw the line.
Cross it, fucking cross it, and cross it so hard, the line can't walk straight for a week!
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