An Update (Included: Pictograms)

I guess I owe you people an explanation.

I think I've been avoiding the website.

Oh, there are a number of valid-sounding reasons I could list, what with school in full swing and my job drastically cutting hours to the point that I have to struggle to make ends meet... again. Perhaps it is the vast number of celebrity soirées I am forced to attend. (Note: Any soirée I attend is a "celebrity" soiree if I am there.) These social gatherings require my constant attention, in addition to the non-Nemesis related projects I'm trying to develop.

I have a girlfriend now (made from real human)... Not to mention I always have a keen eye on my ever-expanding wardrobe of little rings and trinkets. (The latest? A Superman pocket watch! Sorry ladies, I'm taken...)

These are the obstacles which help to prevent you, the reader, from enjoying new episodes of My Nemesis, the webcomic. And by themselves, these obstacles could be twisted and turned into the sob story I've already made them out to be. But the truth is that lately, other aspects of having a website have been starting to irritate me. Things not everybody thinks about.

For instance, imagine that you have a blog. A lot of you fags know what I'm talking about; Livejournal, Blogger, MySpace... You know who you are. And because this makes you, deep down, nothing short of self-centered whiny little drama queens who will never know the pleasures of a threesome, most of your friends and family are probably accustomed to checking out whatever your latest rant is between reading their email and looking up the new Dragonball/Green Day fan-made music video on YouTube.

But like you, little bitches, I'm often nagged to update more. And not by fans, no, of course not. Fans of My Nemesis, as far as I can tell, exist only somewhere dark and safe in the furthest reaches of my mind's eye. No, the people who nag me are friends. Family. (Not really, my family doesn't read this. But you get the jist. Do you spell "jist" with a j? Fuck it.) The very people I go to for constant validation and approval on every decision I make, these are the people stirring doubt and insecurity that I am somehow being lazy. That I am somehow not up to the pressures of maintaining a thrice-weekly webcomic read by more than a dozen people, worldwide.

Superman's little brother Jimmy said it best: "With great power comes great responsibilken."

It might help you, slave of mine, to know that I have been deeply involved in the plans for what's to come in the world of Kal and all his cartoon buddies. It might comfort you, sitting there, huddled beneath the sheets of your big, warm bed, when I say that the updates, however sparce, have not stopped altogether. As any devoted monkey will testify, Rob, Atticus and Kal are all undergoing a period of significant change at the moment, and this change deserves nothing less than my full attention, because we ALL know what happens when I rush.

So be patient, little drones. I'm working on it. A good story takes time, and a period of deep concentration. Even when I'm sitting at home playing video games, taking naps or eating cookies. That's just me "getting into my zone." That's just me "meditating."