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mistersandmanIt's the kind of story that you hear in a Taylor Swift song: after nearly two years of being trapped a semi-abusive relationship, the hero of the story discovers that the love he was looking for was there all along.
Dr. McNinja, I'm sorry I left you. MSPaint Adventures was taking webcomics in new and exciting directions while you were still struggling to find your footing in the world of color. I was young.
I would *like* to be able to go pick up the new book that's being released TODAY to celebrate my return to the fold, since this is Dr. McNinja's first foray into actual comic book stores. Unfortunately, I've discovered that there are no nearby comic shops. For kicks, I plugged my zipcode into ComicShopLocator.com and discovered that there are no stores within an eight mile radius, which is to say, there are three comic book stores "nearby," each eight miles away. It's like long ago, a nerd was beaten to death by a football player with a statue of Superman and my zipcode has become tainted ever since.
I could always walk. Yesterday, I traveled to the next town on foot via the most circuitous route I could manage-across highways, fields, developments, forests. I saw places I'd lived next to my whole life and never noticed. I saw a three-way battle between a hawk, a goose, and a sparrow. I was picking off ticks all day long, though.
Anyway, you know you're in trouble when you're so bored you walk for eight miles. I had a dream last night where I got shot down from the places I'm going to apply for jobs/internships to. And I just looked at an email that told me I needed to send in a document for my visa immediately... two days ago. I don't want to be unemployed in September. That would be so depressing.
Dr. McNinja, I'm sorry I left you. MSPaint Adventures was taking webcomics in new and exciting directions while you were still struggling to find your footing in the world of color. I was young.
I would *like* to be able to go pick up the new book that's being released TODAY to celebrate my return to the fold, since this is Dr. McNinja's first foray into actual comic book stores. Unfortunately, I've discovered that there are no nearby comic shops. For kicks, I plugged my zipcode into ComicShopLocator.com and discovered that there are no stores within an eight mile radius, which is to say, there are three comic book stores "nearby," each eight miles away. It's like long ago, a nerd was beaten to death by a football player with a statue of Superman and my zipcode has become tainted ever since.
I could always walk. Yesterday, I traveled to the next town on foot via the most circuitous route I could manage-across highways, fields, developments, forests. I saw places I'd lived next to my whole life and never noticed. I saw a three-way battle between a hawk, a goose, and a sparrow. I was picking off ticks all day long, though.
Anyway, you know you're in trouble when you're so bored you walk for eight miles. I had a dream last night where I got shot down from the places I'm going to apply for jobs/internships to. And I just looked at an email that told me I needed to send in a document for my visa immediately... two days ago. I don't want to be unemployed in September. That would be so depressing.
