Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Mardi gras.

ah, some day, some day, I will enjoy this on a deck, drinking rum with coke, in the middle of New Orleans.

Now I'm off to shovel snow.

I am on the last page of editing Gorgo. I've been on the last page of editing Gorgo yesterday. It just doesn't want to be finished. Then it will supposedly be done. I don't do done well.

Am in the construction stages of the comic, which, as per one of the General's more crazy ideas, may become part of the narrative. Though I chose this scene, because it is clinical (it takes place on the Acura Integra, which is a very clean ship) and G hates it - because it is so clinical.