SPQR Blues et cetera

Look, it's a blast from Valentine's Days past. So romantic! ( Daily Angsts redux )

I'll have to wear my red boots today, dangit. They're the only ones I have since my fabulous Xena boots were stolen. I should still be able to look appropriately dour. in spite of red feet.

An update on the stomach bug (aka, a really inconvenient method of dieting), and a bit of today's pencils (just the one panel, left), and now I'm going to lie down so I can be perky later.

( Justa's pretty perky )

My Sweet Lord. It's not that I haven't had any angst for a Daily Angst lately. It's just I am so overly angstified, that anything I can bear to draw without simply imploding from despair will be painfully obvious commentary, like this:

( Crazy Mean Jesus gives up smokes, takes up chocolate )

Frankly, I think the worst part about it is that the thing just doesn't look very appetising. Chocolate worshippers should protest.

I suppose I also just enjoy spending time in Rome more than drawing about the real world. I mean, I already have to live in the real world. I'd rather tell stories about someplace else. Also, I seldom have a reason to draw bears when commenting about ordinary modern life.

That bear is definitely making an SPQR Blues comeback.

This is my totally lame weird entry for Strip Fight #100. I just plain ran out of time. So I drew about running out of time. Even though the theme was "Contest of Champions." Yeesh. Maybe my brain was cold.

Visit Strip Fight and rate the entries. There are lot of them this round. (Be careful when clicking the icons to vote. I've already made two mistakes, one to a good comic's detriment. I shoudn't be doing this while half asleep. Whenever I manage to wake up, I'll see if the errors can be fixed.)

( Self-referential refuge )