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Hi there, friends and neighbors! I suppose it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Feels like it’s been even longer. Life’s funny that way. Not “ha ha” funny, but the other kind, whatever that may be called. Funny when it happens to someone else. Yeah, that works. <\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

It’s been so long since I updated this site that I feel as though I should re-introduce myself. Once upon a time I was a slightly-known cartoonist. I was never able to support myself on cartoons alone, but I somehow managed to keep one comic strip in print for nineteen years. I might’ve made it to twenty, but around three years ago almost the entire world’s population decided to be willfully ignorant to the point of self-injury, and so I had to take my work exclusively online. Since then I’ve basically survived on donations and the charity of other people. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

My internet service was cut off months ago, so I get to type out private thoughts like this in the local library, where every day, a disgusting pigwoman sits and snaps her chewing gum while browsing her laptop, eating and drinking directly under the NO FOOD OR DRINK sign. She plugs her computer clothesline-style into the outlet across the walkway from her table, because she is apparently too cool and\/or stupid to use the outlets beneath her fat loathsome feet. I get to type these words while listening to the inside of this horrid woman’s slobbering yap, unless I stick a pair of earplugs in, which are designed to muffle the din of power tools. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every single day of my life is spent in the presence of monstrously obnoxious persons, regardless of what I do or when. Oh cool; a man just brought his shrieking toddler into the library to do cartwheels. I guess I’ll put the earplugs in after all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Think about that. Think about living in a world where other people are so thoughtless, you have to wear earplugs in the library. Think about what day after day of life in that world would do to your morale and your psyche. Think about the energy that would be required to keep your head up under those circumstances. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I’ll go you one better. Think about living in that world while almost everyone you know presumes you’re<\/em> the problem, and treats you as such. Imagine what that would do to your confidence and self-esteem. Imagine that they told you that your defenses for dealing with the annoyances you face were worthless, or that they make you a bad person. Imagine if you were weak-minded and dumb enough to listen to them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Twenty years is an eternity in pop culture. Superstars become pariahs. Savants turn rube. Companies shutter, entertainment mediums go obsolete. Twenty years ago, Austin Powers<\/em> was still on top of the world. Today, if Mike Myers tried to subject the world to a movie wherein he sips boiling diarrhea<\/em>, no legitimate studio on earth would back him up, for any price. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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