There's been a lot of turmoil regarding this comic strip in the past, but, like the noble cockroach, our stupid antics never seem to die.
We're gonna have to try some new things here at 362 HQ, but the important thing is that I'm having fun drawing the characters again. When drawing your cartoon persona is as much fun as being fucked in the ear by an elephant penis, it gets hard to stay motivated to update a regularly scheduled webcomic.
We're taking it slow, being gentle with it as though holding an ice cream cone and bringing its sweetness ever so gingerly to our waiting mouths before truly finding ourselves in the bliss we once knew. I would love, l-o-v-e love from the depths of my black heart to get to where we're cranking out a new script for you every day like we did when we first started the strip. I personally admire strips that can do dailies, like Least I Could Do or Sinfest, which undoubtedly inhabit an alternate plane where such superhuman feats are common place, and would love to topple the master of that dark place and take my seat upon his throne where I can begin my dark work.
Anyway, we'll keep you guys updated on how things go and when until we settle into a good schedule. Also, expect a lot more activity from Bobby and maybe even Chance as things progress, because if we can make this site something that all three of us benefit from in our creative endeavors. (The dearly diminutive Lizzy has her own corner of the internet for such matters.)
So 'till then, Hang Loose! Face Front! Keep the Faith! Nuff Said! Excelsior!
Joe out.
i will not be told where to stand
