Martin Whitmore

….that’s how you might have described my little sister when she was born. …on this day, 22 years ago. I was only four years old at the time, so I didn’t get the Don King reference. But I understood the screaming just fine. She had this chunk of black hair that stood almost straight up, like, “Hey, screw you. I’m here, and I’m hair, dammit!” My sister, and her hair, have maintained that attitude to this day. And that’s one of the things I love about her. So, happy birthday to my sister! Hope you have a great day!

In other news, many of you have probably noticed that the postings here have become pretty sporadic. These are not death spasms. These are the fitful, jerking motions of a newborn. I am trying to learn to run before I crawl, ’cause screw crawling. You people come here expecting new artwork, and I will deliver. Like good junkies, keep comin’ back for your fix, and Marty will set you up a fresh batch.

Also, if you’re looking for a good way to encourage me to update more often, to post more artwork, to bleed onto this goddamn page for you, I’m a feedback addict. Leave me comments. Tell me what you think. You like something I posted, think it’s a pretty picture? Tell me. I will post more to bask in the glory of your praise. Did you hate something I drew? Think it’s an awful offense to your senses? Tell me. I’ll work harder on the next piece to go up in a desperate attempt to make you happy. …or just to prove you wrong, you self-righteous jerk.

This entry was posted in Incoherent Babbling on Wednesday, June 13th, 2007 at 12:24 pm.
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