Any Day Now

Since Admin doesn’t work Friday he’ll put his silly comic strip out on Thursday night, which means the wee hours of Friday morning.  Oh what amazing trouble will I have gotten into by then?

It turns out I’m having trouble drawing this one.  Here’s a preview, though.

It’s been…kind of a rough weekend for me.  Emotionally draining in good ways and bad.  Overall everything is fine but it can be pretty annoying leaving your heart out somewhere for everyone to see and feed upon.  If you’re reading this, I’m sure you think you know what I’m talking about.  But you prolly don’t.  (It’s okay, it’s not that exciting.)

It’s a strange thing to be standing in a hospital you’re all too familiar with.  There I was, the place that I was born, the place my grandfather died, and the place where I would learn my mother’s fate.  More than anything it makes me feel that I’ve been in this area too long, but then I realize that I’m there for Mom.  She gave birth here.  She’d prolly been to this hospital many times before and after.  She had history.  She had experience.  Stories.  Survival through sixty years of war, poverty and success.  And who was I?  No one.  No one at all.

I’d like to thank and introduce Mr Z Gozer here, who made this guest strip for me while I’m kind of out of commission at the moment.  I’ll also thank Q for cracking the whip, though it stings me so and is apparently ineffective…at least lately.

By the way, today’s comic is not canon, so do not read it as part of the regular plot.

Admin

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Do you ever have pretend conversations? It happens to me unwittingly when I think about someone and wonder how they would respond to something. I also apply it retroactively when I wish a conversation could have gone differently. All the “I should have said” phrases get played over and over again in my head with pretend responses. I often kick myself for not saying the perfect things, and sometimes I stump myself when I can’t think of anything at all. This habit has gotten so bad that I will speak the pretend lines of a conversation and even begin to converse with different sides of myself. How did I come to know this if it’s unwittingly? Well, I heard the echo that bounced off the men’s room wall. At that moment, I hastily looked around for an unintended audience. No one was around. I will live looking like a sane person another day.

Getting trapped thinking like that is how I came upon the idea for this comic. In an effort to phrase things succinctly, the day I contradict any such core concept devastates me. And, I’ve done it to myself, as demonstrated here between the two personifications of my mind. So, also consider this an apology in case you were in conversation with me and my brain has suddenly crashed and rebooted; you see, I’ve critically failed in solving the puzzle of our dialogue when I find the only solution is to wish to start over so I could say something else.

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omg admin is so lazy