Author: hamishmacdonald

I have to trim the words down as much as possible when making these comics, but sometimes that makes things sound odd or ambiguous.

What I meant above was that, back in my twenties, I used my journals as a place to analyze every thought and experience — not that I was scrutinizing those journals now.

(I need to plan out the text for these better instead of just writing them on the fly and literally writing myself into a corner!)

P.S. My comic is now live!
Vores

This morning I wrote a letter to an old friend. A real, physical letter.

I recently made a new change-purse for my pocket, because my previous one was starting to fall apart. For the outsides, I used two sample pieces for window-blinds. The zipper came from a bag of rice.

It feels so good to do real things.

Of course, now that’s being sold as a reaction to the predominance of digital life — a weird hybrid where one does analogue things in a performative way in order to then post pictures online of a superior wholesome offline lifestyle. (Which I suppose I’ve just done here.)

This is a confusing time.

Oh, and the rice bag? It became a dog toy/pillow filled with stuffing and various squeakers from dead toys. When Doug puts his head on it, it quacks like a duck.

It’s my dad’s birthday today. I think about him every day, but today… moreso.

At least he won’t be getting another disaster cake. That thing looked like a tire that’d been stuck in the mud — but it tasted good.

I stumbled across this the other day, the first picture taken of my dad.

I don’t know what he’s looking at, but I couldn’t help imagining he was staring off to the future, his whole life ahead of him. And now that story is finished, closed off.

Life is strange, and not altogether fair.

I love you, Dad, and I miss you.

I’ve roughed out the fourth chapter for my comic. It’s now running here on my web server, but for the time being I’m not saying where…

It’s not so much that I’m trying to build a buffer — I already know this thing will be updated very sporadically. It’s more that I want the reader to get a good sample of what I’m doing, rather than making up their mind on just a scene or two.