Remember how when we were kids, and with the power of logic, we believed that everything was grown simplistic and organic? French Fries came from the French fry Tree… Chocolate Milk came from the Chocolate Cow… Remember that? 
I’ve been having the sweetest dreams of my 5 year old self’s imaginary Yum Yum Tree. Ohboyohboyohboy.
I’m cheating; I don’t own a tub.
I actually drew this little thing earlier today when I wasn’t feeling too hot… I had only slept a handful of hours and woke up promptly 3 hours after with bloodshot eyes. Ah, Such is life after having marathon’d US of Tara ’til the break of dawn @_@ God the series is just so riveting. It was so damn hard to break away from John Corbett’s Air Supply belting and Showtime’s general sexy raciness. Oh my loins.
Either way, the rest of the day only got better from then on 🙂 Fatigue aside, I had a pretty awesome day… It never fails to wind me whenever I hear genuine appreciation for my work here on CerealSat. It’s so wonderful. I only wish I could express just how grateful I am for my friends and unexpected readership. I’m all set with new goals and CONCRETE ones too. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.
Now it’s time to slip into a peaceful coma. I love you guys; Good night world.
Lately, I’ve been having a bit of a rut. Nothing seems to come out the way I want it too, and in so far as my comics go, I’ve gotten pretty sloppy with art and story. Sigh. It’s been a tough couple of days, trying to squeeze out love for CerealSat.
Here’s to hoping my rut doesn’t last!
Can you relate?
I’ve sheepishly been dodging my lack of updates with meek and poor excuses:
“I’ve joined the work force again.”
“I’m uninspired.”
“I’ll get to it; I promise.”
Honestly, I had hoped that no one had really noticed my absence, but then a loud shout from a good friend (Marla) scolded me out of the blue, and I was forced to confront my laziness… albeit with a humble slice of shame.
There isn’t any excuse for this unannounced hiatus at cerealsat. Unfortunately, despite all this fuss, I still haven’t got anything new to share; it’s 1:05 AM and I’ve just come from Arnold Arre’s film debut: “Kaye for Komiks” at Fullybooked. It was… WOW. It was spot on; as cheesy as it sounds, it was almost as if it was written and shot just for me. (You know… Comic-dreaming gal from Advertising chucks all hope and financial stability out the proverbial window in order to pursue her dreams of comicking greatness, all the while hanging out with an anti-social comic savvy recluse).
And really, who CAN’Tkeenly relate with the pressure of pursuing a dream in exchange for a more stable and (on paper) fulfilling endeavor like a 9-5 J-O-B?
But more that just that, it repeated great truths that I’ve parroted (drunken and sober) myself. Comics are GREAT. They are truly, really, fucking great. I’m only sorry that I’ve ended June and begun July without even a peep at cerealsat. (Thanks Marla. I needed that shove. 🙂
I’m sorry, and I promise to get right back to it…but  until I produce a new strip (something by Sunday, or my name’s Mud), here’s a little victory to tide you over.
Fresh off the presses in this month’s Uno magazine:
That’s right people; we have seen print!
“Yvonne” is actually my mother’s name. Her name was originally supposed to be “Severine”, to complement her ‘tough, wild woman’ exterior. Alas, my friend named Severine is ass shy and didn’t give me permission to use her name.
I love you guys!
Remember how I said I’ve been having a lot of fun doodling and coloring in angry-violent bastards? Welll… I made a poster! Huzzah! Someone throw me a sandwich!
(Disclaimer* And by the by, if your geek glands start flaring up and you start flinching because I gave Batman a gun, YES I know how backwards and messed up it is, and YES it was intentional. I was going for irony. He’s fighting Jesus for petesake.)
Click to zoom in, and you get plus points if you can name every person in it (good luck)… Or at least, the people I INTENDED to be in it. I’m still practicing the caricature thing.
Lately, I haven’t been drawing out any new comics to share, but I have been illustrating little bits here and there as commission work… Who would’ve thought that drawing raging, violent bastards could be so much fun?! I mean, I don’t think I’ve been more pensive than usual lately, but I had no idea doodling a brawl could be so rewarding! (Thank you for the opportunity, Joel!)
To read more, and listen to Joel Darwin’s kick ass sad and angry bastard mix tape, click here (hard!)
Baby, only you could make a shotgun look cute.
(Belated) Happy Happy, darling.
