kirabug’s idea files

Sucks: when your husband is sick enough that you have to take an unscheduled trip into Philly to take him to the doctor.
Extra sucks: when you get sideswiped on the Schuylkill Expressway by an inattentive woman’s SUV on the way there and now have to get your car repaired.
Ultimate Suckage: when your finally reach the hospital, they decide your husband needs a “tune up” (run of IVs and therapy and such) to clean all the crap out of his system… starting Tuesday and lasting at least a week in the hospital and at least 21 days of IVs.

Yeah… my life’s going to be chaos for a little while. Expect sporadic updates at best.

But there are still 2 Idiocy comics in the queue for tomorrow and Saturday, so you’ve got that going for you.

Lots of people tell me they want me to draw more… and I’m working on it. I really do like my characters after all.

A lot of people must like the single-panel commentary, too, because I get just as many screenshots as I do complaints about my lack of drawing.

The comic’s going to run Tuesday Thursday Saturday next week because I have a glut of idiocy and oddness in my in-box.

Still scripting the next Night Fugues, so I took an hour or so this afternoon to throw some of the aforementioned pictures and screenshots into the queue. But I didn’t want to put the next Night Fugues off too long, so bonus comic goodness for you.

I was so excited that I’d drawn a 2nd night fugues that I accidentally posted 2 comics at midnight. So I’ve bumped the idiocy on the Internet one to Monday. Sorry for all the feed & tweet users I’ve confused.

Don’t you hate it when you get halfway through drawing a comic and suddenly realize that hey, that character isn’t carrying a backpack… and hasn’t been for the entire scene… so why am I drawing one in now?

Crap crap crap. Have to redraw Cole for the whole damn comic.

For a day that started with the realization that the alarm clock was not set, today was a pretty good day.

I got to work with great people to make decisions that make things better, and that’s always fun.

I got to start thinking through a design problem, and that’s doubly fun.

I ate a great lunch with a close friend on a sunny picnic bench.

I went to martial arts and participated in a belt test for the upper belts. It’s the first time in a few weeks that I’ve felt my legs ache leaving class, indicative of a great workout, but one where I felt like I was close to keeping pace. I’m inclined to blame/praise the new allergy/exercise-induced-asthma drug I started taking as the reason for the sudden improvement of my stamina as much as my instructors are inclined to claim it’s due to my hard work. Hard work is easier when you’re actually delivering oxygen to your muscles.

Still, except for a few moments of nausea that I suspect were due to too many crunches & push-ups overlapping the end of my recovery from a stomach bug, I kept pace. When I was a white belt I thought class would always be as physically hard as it was as a white belt. It’s not – it’s getting physically easier and mentally harder. I like it.

I got my confirmation that I’ll be attending martial arts camp the weekend after this upcoming weekend, up in Boston. It promises to be an adventure, with tents and camping and things that are totally beyond my current scope of experience.

I’ve got a big ass buffer of comics right now, which is a great feeling, even if the vast majority of them are idiocy on the Internet.

My awesome husband took our awesome dogs on a walk this afternoon, including a swim in the creek, so everyone’s actually kind of tired tonight. That means I might be allowed to sleep through to tomorrow morning…. and if I actually set my alarm this time, there’s no reason tomorrow won’t be a good day.

So, while every day is three to five meetings and there’s no consistent prediction of when I’ll be leaving the office any more, every afternoon is filled with hammer-wielding gnomes driving knitting needles into my sinuses, and my stomach has still not struck a full truce with food, I’m feeling pretty good.

Signs it’s time for bed:

You…

• Put your socks on inside out
• Fell asleep in the middle of a game of bejeweled
• Put a glass of water down to fetch some tylenol, forgot what you were up for and sat down to read the comics, remembered 5 minutes later and then couldn’t find the water

I’ve managed all three in the last 48 hours, so I’m going to bed early tonight. Well, if you consider 10:30 early.

I’d rather be blogging about my awesome class last weekend, scanning the comics I drew during said class, or even just playing a video game, but my brain has already checked out and it’s pretty clear my body should follow.

But soon! Soon, I swear, I shall blog and comic again.

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Arrgh. So I’ve got literally a list of comic ideas, and I’ve been putting in mondo hours of overtime lately. I’d sacrifice Tang Soo Do, except that training has been the only thing really truly capable of clearing all the other stresses from my mind lately. When you’re busy concentrating on the position of your hands and feet you can’t worry about projects or deadlines.

Anyway, the schedule has been slipping horribly, and you deserve better than that. I’m working on giving you better than that. I still owe you one back comic, and I’m starting to sketch again to ensure you get more than one. Drawn even.

But if you were wondering, no, I haven’t forgotten about it, or lost interest. And thank you for reading!