*Update: this one will now appear in Down East Magazine! Another submission for back up North (well, only to Maine, so halfway). Besides the local vernacular, it's based on a true story of my first ever solo tromp around that neck of the woods. And that's all I'm gonna say at this point, so as to not tarnish the image of the rugged, seasoned Alaskan outdoorsman. >koff<
Take it as a metaphor, if you will, a commentary on current events that have been taking their toll as of late. On a related side-note, I really missed being back home, wherever the hell that is, at least for the annual 24 Hour Comics gig, which this was the first year in many that I didn't either spearhead or participate in. But rumor has it the event went of well enough back in Fairbanks (thanks to Lucas Elliott for stepping up to the plate). There is no small irony in being that I'm currently immersed in a freakin' sequential art department of all places, but everybody in this cartoon version of boot camp was and is simply too damn busy drawing comics. As the countdown continues to the quarter's end, there will be by default innumerable instances of involuntary 24-hour comics being drawn.