Ah, Eric Drobile.
I honestly can't remember what I did with my time prior to the discovery of the webcomic. Also, I honestly can't remember how I got into them in the first place - but the first one was Mall Monkeys.
Mall Monkeys is long dead now, but the offensive and politically incorrect doodling of Eric Drobile, Rob Weyman and Keith... someone made me laugh, as they did Francis, and we'd endlessly debate them on the MicroSoft Network. During its reign, I looked at Diesel Sweeties from time to time, but never as a major thing, until Mall Monkeys ceased to be.
Diesel Sweeties filled a void, and I've now come to realise (on purchase of the fantastic Mall Monkeys CD) that it is so much better than its deceased counterpart. Well written, better characters.
And so it all went down like that. The links bit of the Diesel Sweeties website led me to one Mr. Jeffrey Roland, who's blog comic OverCompensating I read and forgot about, til DS mentioned him and I remembered all I had forgot. OC naturally led me to Rowland's masterpiece Wigu, which is now not a webcomic but a book - a book which I have purchased and eagerly wait on delivery.
Brief, and no doubt thrillingly entertaining, history aside, I was just wondering as to why I can spend - and this is no real exaggeration - hours looking at these webcomics? I do my rounds in the morning which used to involve email and forum posts, which now involves checking for the latest comics from DS, OC, Penny Arcade and Hate Song. When I find myself with nothing to do I visit these again, take them in, visit more comics, the links to which are in the Moichido Portal.
The reason as I see it is this. They're comics. Look at the word comic. It means funny. They are funny. They make me laugh, smile, I can relate to them - you rarely see a webcomic about a muscle bound superhero, simply ordinary people in extraordinary situations. I still can't remember what passtime passed my time before, but now seeing those short, entertaining images makes me happy.
And it's weird. Since I started drawing my own I'm not simply looking at them for entertainment; I'm looking at the style of drawing, the humour used, and all that. And, unfortunately for my mother, whom I'm quite sure still wants me to go into banking and make loads of money and pick her up in a Jaguar, I find that I want to do this as a career. I don't know how - and I'm pretty sure it's only possible through merchandising - but it's what I want to be. I want to sit in an office drawing comics and selling t-shirts all day.
Fin.
In other news, the reason I'm up so damned early is that I overslept. If I'd have woken up at 7, I could have showered and dressed, but no, I woke up at 8. My KT Tunstall tickets are being delivered between 8 and 6 so I now need to wait for Emma to wake up so I can allow her to be on post watch while I degrease. This is how my Friday will be. I hope they deliver sooner rather than later.
That is all.
posted by Cos Ryan @ 7:19 AM
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