For all you ten million fans of this blog, who wait upon my every life-giving word with bated breath, as if in anticipation of a coming religious experience, these past weeks (or so) must have been a torment to your shriveled souls. Well, be tormented no longer: I am about to post more of my holy, infallible writ.
Nothing much has really been going on this week - at least, artistically. For those of you who know, I have been working on a webcomic as well - called Fight or Flight - and the writers have recently contacted me out of this ephemeral ether we call the "interwebs". So, I'm working on that. It's very slow going. You know how it is: the usual complaints about, "Oh, my classes take a lot out of me", and, "Oh, I just want to come home and relax...and eat a quart of ice cream." (Maybe not the ice cream. There is none in the house at the moment).
Fig. 1: His Holiness, the Author, reclining upon his favorite sofa.
What's really getting to me is this mysterious lack of motivation. Perhaps it's the February Funk, that famous time in Michigan when suddenly winter doesn't seem so funny any more, and that perhaps, through physical and psychological warfare, it really is trying to kill you. Usually there's a teasing, overcast thaw around this time, bearing upon it a whiff of Spring; but even that fleeting pleasure has been revoked. No more dallying. Winter is strictly business this year. Its attempts to snuff out all life and fun from the earth have just attained a new urgency.
Maybe it's not all bad. Maybe it's just today. Maybe tomorrow I will wake up, and suddenly everything is motivational sunshine and roses and fluffy little beaverlets following their mother purposefully across the lawn. But for now, I cast a bleary, irritable eye over All The Stuff I Have To Do, and just sneer, "Why bother?"
At any rate, hopefully these uninspiring words have not disappointed my disciples - all twenty million of you. Hopefully you will continue on with your happy lives, oblivious to the elemental conspiracy to freeze you all out of existence (at least in Michigan). Hopefully you will continue to work, even as I laze about, adrift upon a dull (and yet not entirely unpleasant) wave of Why-Should-I-Care.
Rick Out.
Fig. 2: His Holiness, in polar bear form, relaxing with several buddies.
In this state, he can finally enjoy the long cold of a Michigan February.
Nothing much has really been going on this week - at least, artistically. For those of you who know, I have been working on a webcomic as well - called Fight or Flight - and the writers have recently contacted me out of this ephemeral ether we call the "interwebs". So, I'm working on that. It's very slow going. You know how it is: the usual complaints about, "Oh, my classes take a lot out of me", and, "Oh, I just want to come home and relax...and eat a quart of ice cream." (Maybe not the ice cream. There is none in the house at the moment).
Fig. 1: His Holiness, the Author, reclining upon his favorite sofa.What's really getting to me is this mysterious lack of motivation. Perhaps it's the February Funk, that famous time in Michigan when suddenly winter doesn't seem so funny any more, and that perhaps, through physical and psychological warfare, it really is trying to kill you. Usually there's a teasing, overcast thaw around this time, bearing upon it a whiff of Spring; but even that fleeting pleasure has been revoked. No more dallying. Winter is strictly business this year. Its attempts to snuff out all life and fun from the earth have just attained a new urgency.
Maybe it's not all bad. Maybe it's just today. Maybe tomorrow I will wake up, and suddenly everything is motivational sunshine and roses and fluffy little beaverlets following their mother purposefully across the lawn. But for now, I cast a bleary, irritable eye over All The Stuff I Have To Do, and just sneer, "Why bother?"
At any rate, hopefully these uninspiring words have not disappointed my disciples - all twenty million of you. Hopefully you will continue on with your happy lives, oblivious to the elemental conspiracy to freeze you all out of existence (at least in Michigan). Hopefully you will continue to work, even as I laze about, adrift upon a dull (and yet not entirely unpleasant) wave of Why-Should-I-Care.
Rick Out.
Fig. 2: His Holiness, in polar bear form, relaxing with several buddies.In this state, he can finally enjoy the long cold of a Michigan February.
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