Colorist Commentary

Friday, November 03, 2006


Why is it that whenever I bring my laptop to work on coloring somewhere that my Grandma will be, my current page either has bare breasts or somebody's head exploded?

Part of the coloring on the latest page was done on the car ride up to a wedding, so I was wearing a summery dress while staring at splattered brains. How many people can say that about their job?