Several weeks ago I promised more frequent updates, more comics, more everything; but that simply hasn't happened. Since my last entry 'til now we've only had one write-up, and it was by Hoss (thanks, btw), which, because of its political nature, is sure to've chased away whatever conservative fans I may've had (not a big deal).
Folks, it's obvious by now that my track record for this kind of work, at best, lasts one month before dropping off sharply, then fading away, only to be revived some time later when I've gained some inspiration. For that, I apologize. It's annoying and a little disappointing. I know. It's how I feel all the time seeing "WORK ON COMICS" on my to-do list every day to end up never doing anything. Worst of all, this time around my urgency to create has been towards other projects unrelated to this site. So it's not for lack of ideas - it's a lack of effort.
I wish I could redeem myself, but anything short of resuming regular updates surely won't satisfy me or you salivating, entertainment-hungry animals out there. I thought, well, what else could I do to fill space and buy some time? I could post up my writings. But then, I think, why not just draw the damned stories? But then, once I get to drawing, I realize just how much drawing sucks. That's when I start wishing I could just type in some words and be done with it. Then, as I'm typing away, I start wanting to draw. The cycle continues on until I've cried myself to sleep.
Eventually, after a week of this nonsense, I went out with my brother and purchased Sims 3. Playing Sims 3, thinking about Sims 3, seeing what I could do in this little virtual world I got - that's where I've dumped all my time and energy into. In terms of productivity Sims 3 is its drowning pool. But, in terms of entertainment, Sims 3 is its Candyland.
I've created a little Al along with a little Wake, Vic, Fox, Hoss, and an assortment of hot babes that our little dopplegangers get to fall in love with, all living inside a little El Monte. Because they look and act exactly like the people they're based on, it's like I'm having adventures with the A-men (and an assortment of hot babes) every single day. But, sometimes, I feel a little weirded out by just how accurate this game is...
Thus Far:
-After winning the lottery, the guys wanted to invest the money in a real estate scheme that I felt was a dishonest way to earn money. I took my share of the winnings and bought a little green house a mile from town. To spite me, they took the land across the street from my place and constructed a mansion, where they currently live.
-Whenever a white lady coworker visit my place, Vic always wants to hang out.
-Whenever an asian lady coworker visit my place, Wake always wants to hang out.
-Whenever any lady coworker visit my place, Fox always sits and watches my house on a lawnchair in his driveway.
-The mansion burned down once already after Fox caused a fire. All five of us could've stopped the fire but I purposely canceled their free fire department service just to see what'd happen if nobody did anything. I found out the hard way.
-I was rooting around their trashcan looking for some food until Wake caught me. I got real embarrassed and he got so freaked out.
-Whenever the paperboy delivers the news Hoss would pick up the paper and throw it right in the middle of the street for no reason.
-I took the guys to the library to read some books but all the guys wanted to do was use the computers to watch porn or play video games.
-Meanwhile, I was flirting with this lady when, suddenly, a little boy started yelling and attacking me until I ran away. I later found out this lady was his mother and he heard every disgusting thing I said to her.
-One time, I was staying over at the guys' place. Wake came home late from work and instead of sleeping he made himself a big plate of hot dogs. He sat, in the living room, all night, eating hot dogs, until he left for work early in the morning before any of us woke up. Said Fox, "Wake has finally lost it."
-While out for lunch one day Wake went to sleep right on the sidewalk. Luckily, all of us knew CPR so we checked and made sure the scene was safe before we ran away.
-Fox broke into my house in the middle of the night, holding a big burlap sack that already contained my television and microwave. After confronting him, he told me about leaving his job at the lab and turning to a life of crime, and that he'd hurt me if I told anyone. I have to go to their house now just to watch my own damn television.
-We were working out at the gym when this lady came in with a crying baby. While she was on the treadmill, Victor got so annoyed by the baby he picked it up and set it in the bathroom before driving home.
That's it for now. Happy holidays!
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