Sorry for the silence gang. This is to reassure you that I am neither dead nor finished with Vexxarr. More to come this Monday. I just have had no time away from work to do anything else. I would never try to sway you with exaggerated tales of my herculean endeavors...but I would try to ply you with tired excuses.
Here goes.
I'm trying to produce twenty or so "bumps" for the programming channel of Chattacon while and at the same time finishing four foam mascot costumes designed to be worn by humans obviously suffering from exotic thyroid ailments. That is to say, freakish giants. God forbid the actor cast to play a hammer in this spot be tall and thin.
But I digress.
Suffice to say I've been getting about three hours of sleep a night and now all these damn spiders just keep crawling all over me. So between the spiders and sleep deprivation, Vexxarr has gotten a little behind schedule.
Fear not.
Vexxarr will rally in full compliment and you will have a lot of reading in the near future. And as is my solemn oath, there will be (retroactively) three comics a week until I die.
Or these damn spiders eat me.
