Poor Major Rucker.  He should listen to Oscar-Four-Bravo.  Oscar knows a thing or two.

This page was the result of something I never do – I drew it in anger.  Not anger exactly, just… frustration?  I don’t know.  I have no idea HOW I did this, but I feel a combination of pissed off and depressed, which is usually a recipe for disaster when artwork is concerned.  But I’m not going to write anything else about it this week.  It’s been one of those weeks where I feel like I’ve done nothing but make piles of mistakes, and everything that seems right ends up being totally wrong, and it’s left me feeling irritable and tired. Ugh.  I better just call it.  What a mess.

Hey, here’s to the next one, huh, guys?