I’d gone and forgotten about webcomics. It’s been over a year since I finished Space Goth*, which is still in the WCN top 100, a thing I find bizarre. I’d put webcomics out of my mind enough by this time last year that when a co-worker realised that was where he’d heard my name before, I was surprised. I was even more surprised when I realised last week that it’d been well over a year since I uploaded the last page with barely contained relief.
I still sometimes think in that sequential image way, which is why I made the opening monologue of Richard III into a minicomic. Part of me meant to stick it up on the web, but that part of my brain did not communicate itself very well, so, y’know—I didn’t.
But this week I finally remembered. So there. If you wanted to see the opening monologue of Richard III with boobies and smoking, have at it.
*And yes, the dear three people who care, there is an epilogue, it is written, just not drawn.
Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.