Also, for those who don't know I was in an anthology called Muscles and Fights 2. I had a story called "The Tale of the Cursed Coin." Well, a review was written about this anthology and you can see what they had to say about me here: BadLit.com. You can purchase Muscles and Fights 2 here: MusclesAndFights.com.
Without further ado: the final chapter of The Green Saga.
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I'll admit, I didn't see that coming.
No pun intended.
I think we've all been insulted. This all stems from Dan's crisis that the only time his traffic picked up noticeably was when he abandoned his planned emo basketball monster blog cartoons and did the crazy bird-man thing. So he's saying he sold out and was just masturbating with the bus thing and we're all too stupid to realize it's not Art anymore.
Furthermore, since Pawn was the 'enemy' he's lumping us all in with that trolling wackjob (get it?) christian and saying that we all keep him down and wont let him fulfill his true potential because we like stoned rabbits driving into things.
Well to hell with that! I want rabbits and megaman bugs and all the crazy shit that Dan doesn't want people to know is floating through his head to spill out and drive buses through things. Don't be ashamed, Dan, embrace it! Bewilder the world with your true self! And don't ever draw your junk again, unless it's disguised as an anthropomorphic animal man getting it on with some ridiculously incompatible other species.
Well, I can't disagree with some points you've made.
This does stem from multiple crises that have currently gone on through my life.
Yes, I am balding.
Yes, I had been criticized by some Christian whackjob (nicely done by the way) and for some odd reason I let it affect me.
And yes, I am torn between creating what I consider Art and what the people enjoy, which are stoned bunnies.
The Green Saga was an attempt of testing myself on how to get out of the corner I painted myself into. To be honest, when I put up that banner. I had no fucking clue what I was going to do.
The reference to the basketball monster blog escapes me. I don't really understand where that is coming from. I never intended to create a story with the basketball I drew months ago and posted here. In fact I never picked up on the connection between Garnett getting traded to the Celtics and the time that I put up the Green banner until now.
Pawn was not intentionally an amalgamation of all my readers. Pawn embraced the spirit of confusion, flattery, and bewilderment one experiences when you create something that a small portion of the public actually cares about and wants to change to fit their needs. Whether it be pawn, or somebody that doesn't mind stoned bunnies, my wife in a bikini, or loud mouthed penises, somebody actually gives a damn.
I created the Green Saga, because of the stages I had went through while creating bewilderedkid comix. I began drawing walking penises and pseudo slice of life stories, which were for the most part becoming stale for me, I was in a moment of Stasis.
Therefore, I began to create the momentum with
this Green Saga, beginning with "Crisis of the Finite Dans," which was a Metamorphosis of sorts. The tone of the comics became more philosophical. Maybe I over-thought them. Obviously I didn't notice that people were really starting to dig the light pseudo slice of life stories coupled with stoned bunnies and ladybugs that resemble megaman characters. That is, I didn't take notice until the decline in "ratings."
The final chapter, was a Catharsis. I was able to blow my load and free my characters.
Therefore I have come to a Revelation. I am going to pursue other projects that I consider Art, but in the meantime I am going to go back to what the people want. Also, I need to make certain these comix do not get stale for either the creator or the consumer.
Next week, bewilderedkid comix gets a fresh start. The weekly stories will sometimes reference previous stories, sometimes they won't. Although I can't assure you that you will not be insulted, I can at least tell you that I will shut up, listen, and create.
Now I know why the office door was closed a lot.
COME on! The office door wasn't closed THAT much!
Come on . . . ?
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