Occupational Hazard I: Deep Pockets, Empty Pockets


A woman with a hair-trigger sex gun in her knickers. Blessing or curse? You decide. It's an interesting article either way.

So I'm approaching the end of my undergraduate college education. Commencement is only a short time away, and here I am with the all important and all-too-common question stirring about in my head: "What the hell am I going to do now?"

I've put out numerous job applications and inquiries, and I'm hoping to hear back from people soon. Right now all I can do is sit by and wait for the future to arrive with news of what's in store for me. But the future has a very nasty habit of being a rude and inhospitable guest, leaving messes to be cleaned up, as well as a greater sense of confusion and anxiety than first existed. Well, no worries. What comes comes, and I'll be armed with my bicycle helmet and +3 Stick of Painful Beatings when the future arrives.

So in an interesting twist of events, I forwent the comfort of eating regularly for one month and saved up enough money to buy myself a Wacom tablet for my birthday. I want to thank those very good friends who chipped in and helped me to get it. Thank you very good friends. I am going to begin using this tablet to see how it affects my production of the comic, so don't be surprised if you see a momentary lapse in the art style or line art consistency - that's just me staggering around in an inebriated artistic haze trying to navigate the nuances of higher technology. Hopefully this baby helps me produce comics faster, that way I can return this strip to its old update schedule.

If any of you have some suggestions on how I might make good use of this thing, by all means e-mail me. I would love to hear from you.

Onwards, my fellow web comic lovers! Onwards!