Lazy

I was born lazy. I grew up lazy. I wanted to grow up to have an easy job, preferably Artist or Scientist (not very specific, I know, but I was a kid at the time), which would be handed to me on a silver platter, and would pay enough that I could live comfortably. Then I could sit around in my copious amounts of free time and watch TV and eat Twinkies. In my underwear.

Then, one summer, while other kids were learning to ride their bikes and fishing and whatnot, my Dad took me off to the Family Sawmill. For the next X Number of years, I'd spend every summer working my ass off, full time, in this lovely little hellhole. Then, I grew up, and spent all of my time working in our family's lovely, rotting, little hellhole. Then I decided I wanted to make comics, so in addition, I began spending a decent chunk of my nights and weekends huddled over a drawing board cranking out comics that very few people would ever read.

The Moral of the Story is this: Destiny has an Uncanny Habit of Biting You in the Ass.

Still, every so often, I get to let my inner Lazy Bastard out. This weekend was one of those rare occassions. When I wasn't sleeping, traveling, or watching the ROH show, I was at home watching TV or playing video games. I'm not proud of it, it's just something that needs to be done every now and then. Anyway, now that I'm back from the abyss, here are my two central priorities:

Task #1: Finish "SDF: Sombrero Friday". Only a few more pages and the covers to go.

Task #2: Work up some new webcomics and mail em to Shafe before he runs out.

So, as usual, being my old lazy self is no longer an option.