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.
Listening to: David Bowie
Playing: Crysis 2