Often times, these posts are carefully crafted expressions of my thoughts, comments on whatever slice of gooey comic-watermelon we’ve presented, or well-prepared arguments for or against any number of facets of our society. Apparently, they are also part of my plan to break the Guinness World Record for longest run-on sentence, but I digress. Today’s post is, well, nothing close to any of that. I apologize in advance.
Writing comics is a lot different than writing for TV, or novels. Comic writers live in a world that is part dialog, part stage direction, and part idiot. My particular style embodies a large dose of the latter. At any rate, pretty much every writer out there has his own style, and his own way of doing things.
So sometimes, a writer and an artist get their signals crossed, and sometimes, this leads to the writer being stuffed in a garbage can. Don’t worry folks, I’m OK, it’s all part of the show. I must say though, for a guy who slept for about 120 hours after new years, he can be awfully touchy.
Something called “Facebook” has recently crept into my life, and before you go thinking that I’m referring to a mug shot from some crazy New Year’s antics, let me assure you, my record is clean(ish). No, Facebook is…. well, actually, I have no idea what it is. But more on that later.
I’ve been struggling to form a coherent thought that doesn’t revolve around The West Wing, but it’s hard. Having never watched the show in its original run, I am now at the 3rd season and have become quite addicted. Fortunately, I am watching it on DVD, so when 24 returns this week, I won’t have to worry about conflicts. I’ve seen an advance copy of the first 4 hours of this season’s 24, and oh. my. GOD. How that show can stay so consistently awesome, I will never know.
OK, I need to find sleep before my eyes completely glaze over, but before I go, I must say one last thing:
Amy: Co` latha breith sona dhuibh!
I’ll let you dirty Highlanders figure out what it means.
To quote a very funny man: Go Brave,
-MM
