Half-Masked

Two saturdays ago my computer decided it didn’t want to let me log on anymore. Can’t get the internet on it either. I hate that blasted contraption, and I think the feeling is mutual. I’m writing this is on my father’s machine, which is a temporary solution. I’ve found some sort of uneasy truce with mine where I can probably still use Photoshop and my Wacom, but I have no way of posting stuff online from there. This could not have come at a worse time.

So, if all 2.5* of you have been wondering why I’ve been so silent lately, and why I’m most likely going to keep up radio silence for an indeterminate amount of time, there you go. If it were up to me, you’d have had a comic lampooning that shitty PS3 commercial days ago.

I’ll see what I can do for now though. Even if I have to draw it on paper, like they did in the time of dinosaurs, I’ll figure something out. Anything to avoid getting some fresh air and exercise.

*-(For the purposes of this article, one of my friends has been severed in half by a tragic sarcasm-factory accident. The workers said they were going to call an ambulance, but I don’t think they were being serious…)

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~A.H.