True story, but it falls flat in this comic. Plan on writing a post about said flatness on inininoutoutout later this evening. This was my first play-around in Manga Studio for the line-art, which may have something to do with it.

Chad told me this brilliant story about father-child relationships and the status of interlopers. I drew it with coffee cups for the main characters because I can’t draw anything very well.

A little vignette of honesty about the process of reading weight books of theory about games and media and so on. Sometimes you zone back into the real world and its concerns.

I get this weird feeling sometimes when I wake up at night that I somehow have no ‘real’ identity and that everything about life is some kind of fake.

I made a video in order to capture myself in awkward positions which I could then draw, but the resolution was too crap. The fact Rilla never saw me from the kitchen was kind of great though.

I had a couple of my minutes of fame at a movie theatre in Kolkata when I projected my hand as a puppet onto the screen with an LED keyring during a power cut. There was laughter and applause.

A long time ago I saw a ribbon twined in a fence on Tasman street in Wellington, New Zealand that said “I will call u.” It seems so poignant and I wanted to invent a back-story for it.

This is one of my few truly vivid memories from being at primary school. It’s kind of depressing in some ways, though definitely right.

I little bit of comic strip self-flagellation. For my sins.

Sometimes the news is all you need for a great and bizarre story. In this case tales of megarexic men and a necessary (kung fu) sweep.