Monochrospastic

Title of today's comic is an unholy matrimony of the words "monochromatic" and "spastic". All my favorite outfits (pictured above) are one color: and that color is always black.
I do have an entire closet and dresser full of colorful, "upbeat" clothing, but as hard as I try to wear them all I always gravitate back to black.  (Cue Winehouse, AC/DC.)
I should mention I love minimalism.

The Creative Process

Writing is easy as opening a vein. That being said, I'm convinced us writers are all some level of masochist.

Feel ALL The Things!

Appreciative nod towards the maker of "Hyperbole and A Half", whose blog I wasted more hours on than I should, for inspiring today's comic's title.
On another note, many appearances in this one! Let's get started.
Second panel, clockwise from 12: friends Nick, Kyle, and Mike.
Fourth panel, left to right: friend Jacob, bff Willow.
Sixth panel: sister Amanda.
Hope I captured everyone! Especially you, Nick, Mike and Jacob. Your guys' facial hair was a pain.

Leave A Message At The Tone

Don't give me that TL;DR look. That's right, internetz, I know your lingo. 
Anyhow, this comic was inspired by a conversation my father and I had over my strange telephone habits, namely my paranoid ones. So I got to thinking what my voice mail might be, had I a cell phone.
Appearances in order:
First panel: old friend, Jamie.
Second panel: old friend, Eric.
Third panel, from left to right: my father and his best friend, bossman.

Sega Epic

If anyone's having trouble seeing this comic, here's its Picasa link: you can zoom for clearer detail there.

https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s8VrTBXyHUjtck_2eKocbA?feat=directlink

Did I mention I cut my hair? Get used to those spikes.
Alright. There's a few things I must, for my own entertainment and hopefully everyone else's, point out. Small details in a few panels that only the scrupulous would find.
In the publishing panel, the book held up reads: "YOTP by Ulysses." Title in acronym: referencing the book I'm currently working on. The sticker is to read: "Best new author by N.Y.T.". Not that I know if they even do this. It's a fantasy time sequence, anyhow. A writer can dream!
In the pregnancy panel, the T-shirt is to read: "Please do not caffeinate this woman". Also, the man holding me back is 90's-era Michael Jackson. Milking this fantasy thing.
In the "2061" panel, the coffee cup is to read: "Not for minors." Insert vodka joke here.
In the candy wrappers box panel, two of the wrappers are to read: "Milka" and "Kinder". If Austrian chocolate isn't love, I don't know what is. Also, I do in fact collect foreign candy wrappers and fortune cookie slips. There's equal the amount of truth as there is fantasy in this epic! Oh, wait. Please don't call A&E Hoarders on me. Those fortunes have a use, I swear! I want to make a funky lampshade! And the candy wrappers are so I can find them again!
Now that I think of it, looking at how I imagine myself fifty years from now: god help my children.

Patience, My Pretties.

Alright. So technically it's Wednesday, but to me it's still Tuesday. I haven't gone to sleep yet so it makes sense to me. Anyhow, that comic I promised is on the scanner now. This moment. Scanning. My excuse is that I started drawing it at seven and had no idea it would become near four pages of carpal-tunnel-inducing mayhem. But now it's finished, and within the next half hour, I will be proud to present the "Sega Epic".
Carry on.

And Here... We... Go.

Hectic summer aside, I feel it's been too long since posting new and regular comics to this hole-in-the-wall blog. And believe me when I say I feel terrible for leaving you all hanging! So apologies and cut to chase. My schedule is slowing, wedding season is dying down, and my window of free time is starting to open wide. This means comics are officially back on track! By tomorrow I'll post a new comic to kick off the end of this dreadful hiatus. And hopefully, the blog will be back to its regular schedule in no time. 
Thanks for all the patience and support, not to mention all the visits during the hiatus! Cheers! 
Tomorrow we party like rock persons. 
Or at least I will. With coffee and my cat instead of vodka and groupies.
-Uly