Holy crapping crapping crap.

I’m going to Comic-Con.

I get overstimulated by having music on while I’m programming, so you can imagine how carpet-collapsingly brain-vibrated I’m gonna be after two days of Comic-Con.

But these are the sacrifices I make to be A LUCKY BEEYOTCH.

Anywee.

That is not the point. This is the point.

When I get back I am going to start a webcomic.

Saying you are going to start a webcomic is like saying you are going to adopt a dog. If you say you’re gonna do it, you better do it. And if you do it, you better tackle some serious serious responsibility XP or you are a LAME-O.

But then again when I adopted Jake I got the most low-maintenance dog ever. This is my webcomic plan: the Jake of comics.

You weesh!

So get psyched! AH KNOW AH AM.