One Hundred Days of Zodiac: A Resounding Yes?…
So with the click of the mouse at the end of this paragraph, I have officially posted one hundred Zodiac comics on the hundredth day of her “blog,” the very unraveling phantasmagoria heaped before you. “But how is it done!!!” you quip with breathless enchantment? Well, my little pony, the answer is d: cheating. It is done with cheating.
It is sad but true, what I concealed from you in the flourish of my hand these past months was merely a tissue of lies. FIRST: I quit my job in mid June, leaving me a good two months to move home with my parents to ask “Who am I? Where am I?” while trying to distract myself by drawing comics. I was well into this when the blog was born on July 30 with the help of technical midwife and wizard friend Matt Pinto at Social Ink. That adds up to about 20 comics straight out of the gate. THEN I began grad school, which slowed me down some but ever the eager procrastinator I managed to not do school work several times. And late last week, gaining on Zodiac and Friends’ hundredth sun while staring down my dizzying absence of important accomplishments situation and impending shadow of Saturn Return, I decided to really really cheat and use 15 old favorites from when Zodiac was in college. AND FINALLY, because that maneuver didn’t quite get me there, I’m counting the 6 portraits that accompany our friends’ bios on the “how do you do?” page. And that, my favorite fillies, is how it is done. You’re welcome to it as long as you don’t tell anyone I told you. Or you could do it the honest way, see if I care. Just remember: in the game of halfhearted, velveteen self-flagellation second place is the first loser. That was your cue to pop the cork.
Okay NOW with party o’clock out of the way I’ma get all kinds of Lion King on you. Your father and I have discussed the matter and we decided that as of TODAY, this bully pulpit will only display a rotating cycle of 100 comics at a time. So for each fresh-faced new arrival the oldest comic in the house turns into a pumpkin and retires back to my hard drive. It’s called the “circle,” not the “bottomless bacon basket” of life for some reason, right?
