Magnetic North

So it’s Monday night, I’m 5 minutes from leaving for work, and I have to throw my hands in the air and accept defeat on this one. I thought I’d be able to finish yesterday’s page when I woke up, but it just didn’t happen. And the reason is not entirely pumpkin pie or carrot bread.

Though those were definite factors, I’m not gonna lie.

The truth, which I think you guys deserve after the last 6 weeks of being awesome, and which some of you might know if you follow me on the twitters, is that I got into a car accident Thursday night on my way to work. It was, in the grand scheme of things, minor, and 3 of the 4 cars involved drove away without incident or injury. Well, actually one of them hightailed it as soon as they realized authorities had been called and I exacerbated a potentially crash-induced-sprained foot by chasing him down the shoulder to get a photo of his license plate. The fourth car was a little fubared, but again, no one was hurt.

And yeah, I just called a four car pile up a minor accident. Whut.

So while I work for an incredibly awesome company and with even more awesome people who insisted I head back home and rest, I still spent an hour in the half in the rain in a panic, on the shoulder of I-5 just south of Seattle because my brakes refused to work. By the time I got home, I probably could have finished what little was left on the page, but it turns out that adrenalin is a hell of a drug and I pretty much shut down. All weekend, whenever I started to get into some kind of groove with the page? Insurance adjusters called. Or the agents of the other drivers need a statement. Or my loving mother called to harass me about why I haven’t had someone look at my foot yet (I work nights, Momma; I know I shouldn’t put it off, but it was a holiday weekend and I have to work around a bus schedule and the clinic hours and I’m going on Wednesday morning, I love you), or I had to show up early for work for the most situationally hilarious review ever that involved me coming out of shock and breaking down crying for no reason that involved anything in that room and freaked the hell out of my bosses.

So yeah. Long story short? The brakes on my boyfriend’s car locked up while I was driving it and I bonked the front of my car in the back of a car that had already bonked the back of another car with the front of their own because there was a Datsun driving the wrong way on I-5. And then I couldn’t get a comic done. So yeah. Comic next week. PROMISE.

So filler this week; there will be an actual page next week though. Promises.

Also, if you happen to live in Humboldt County California, you have no excuse whatsoever not to do this:

On May 6th, a very hardcore lady I know is putting on a benefit fundraiser. Every penny made is being donated to the Red Cross to help out Japan (I know, people are probably sick of it by now, but you know what, they gave us anime, electronics, pocky, a ga-jillion other awesome things, and tentacle porn. You love them, they deserve it.) It’s this Friday, May 6th, at 6:30, and is taking place at the Fortuna Veteran’s Hall. It’s $20 to get in ($10 if you’re under 10), you get an awesomely authentic Japanese dinner made by the awesomely authentic Japanese-American lady who’s putting this shindig on, and the money goes to a good cause.

There’s also a silent auction, with the usual local-business-donated fare, as well as this:

You have no idea how many hours I poured into this thing. IT KICKED MY EVER LOVING ASS for nearly 2 weeks when I should have been doing things like, you know, packing. And I paid good money to get it framed and printed and I’m giving it away so that someone can give money to the land that gave me Godzilla, Escaflowne, and Dragonball Z (without those three things, this comic would not exist).

I will not be at this event, as much as I want to be. If any of you who read this make it there, get a picture taken of yourself in front of the print I’m donating (or with Hiromi, the awesome lady who’s putting this on), and send it to me via email (link’s at the bottom of the page) or the tumblr. You’ll get a free ACEO portrait of yourself, snail-mailed to you at no charge whatsoever.

For more information, the facebook page is here.