I've posted the new Zaphod Zombie comic and you can find it at the top of the new Zaphod Zombie blog page.  I think I've chatted about this particular page a few times already, but in case you missed it, here are all the interesting facts you should know:

- This is the first fully illustrated page of the Zaphod Zombie comic.  You'll notice that on all the other pages, I've used photo-backgrounds.  The reason I created the background from scratch was that we're in Beanie Boy's room and I wanted the room to represent the character.  Beanie Boy is obsessed with making videos, so he has a row of production lights above his bed and his camcorder and tripod on the ready.  He also has a large box of sex toys, but that's another story.

- Another interesting production element is Beanie Boy's new style of word balloons.  Originally, the plan was to only use the stylized balloons for Zaphod, but the balloons also serve another purpose in an otherwise dialogue-heavy comic ... differentiating which character is talking.  Since this was the first page where it was just Beanie Boy and Curtis, it became apparent that a little differentation wouldn't be uncalled for.  Obviously, Beanie Boy got the inverted style because his character is a few steps left of ordinary.

- Finally, on a creative note, I was having a hard time getting started writing these strips and it was after watching a vlog from YouTube Zed2six that I recalled an old idea I had for 2 minute porn.  Clearly, everything else fell conveniently into place.

Enjoy the comic and stay creative!

The past few days have been horrible.  I've never wanted a cold beer as much as I have yesterday and today.  Sadly, my house is suspiciously absent of alcohol--well, maybe I shouldn't say that.  There's a bottle of Jack Daniels under the kitchen cabinet (where the hard stuff is kept when we've got it) but I've never drank whiskey and I'm a bit reluctant to do so now.  A good while ago, my good friend Luis gave me a small bottle of spiced rum.  It lasted a long time, but not long enough as I carefully consider my drinking options at 1:20 this morning.

In the end, I'll forgo the drinks and just type.

My last post was hard to write.  This one probably won't be any easier.  At this exact moment, I feel like it might be ... like I've reached a point in this heart-wrenching ordeal where I might be able to concisely put together the thoughts and words that need to be said without wholly losing myself to the tornado of emotions that seemed to be so barely contained these past few days.

There have been crystallizing moments.  Pin-points in these days that define everything.  The crowning moment, so far, was yesterday, June 12th, when we were at the funeral home, wading through the pre-processed, death-management bullshit that was supposed to make things easier but only resulted in layering heaps of bullshit onto an already emotionally fraught and damaging tragedy.