Thursday , March 19 , 2009

    Posted by:

    James

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Just be glad that you came across Mr. Sam on a good day. Why is this a good day, you ask? Because he hasn't thrown back a six-pack of Leinenkugel's Berry Weiss and gotten out the belt, that's why. You simply don't fully comprehend "drunk and disorderly" until you have seen Mr. Sam bend his considerable talent (and liver) to its execution. Also, he has yet to pass out on a pram with a baby in it today*. All of which is why a day with censored cartoon titties is, for him, a good day.

On a more serious note, sometimes shit happens. Sarah works full time, and that combined with life in general today meant that your regularly scheduled comic strip just wasn't possible. We're both enjoying producing FT immensely, but it's something we do on the side. And when it comes right down to it, not only is Sarah's schedule much denser than mine (considering how very unemployed I am at the moment), she also has the lion's share of the work to do to get the strip out. All I do is haphazardly scatter some words on a page, not entirely unlike a monkey hammering indiscriminately at a typewriter, then she makes with the scintillating awesome that brings it to life.

Obviously, I don't think the strip looks like it's drawn by a retarded five-year-old. I think it looks fantastic. Just don't tell her I said so. I've got my aloof Alan Moore-esque image to maintain.

-James

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* It happened. True story.