These comics are not meant to be everything they are all of the time. One week it may be trying to be funny, another it may be more of a journal style.
They’re rarely serious, although it could happen one day.
They are light-hearted, mostly. Not to be taken too seriously. But hey, do what you want. You are going to anyway.
I would love it if they inspired people more, but I don’t think that really ever happens. Because, you know… then all of the cities would be getting destroyed. And, while maybe that is occasionally necessary, I just don’t want all of that death and destruction hanging over my head.
The dinosaur is me. At least, he’s a part of me. Usually he’s either the childish side, or the dark side. Maybe both, really. Sometimes he says things I would say, do say, anyway, but not very often. Sometimes I want to tell everyone stuff. Sometimes it’s important to me, mostly not, I guess.
He’s likely to do some of the things that I don’t really want to do, but think about doing.
Like destroying all of your cities. Like quitting my job and just living. Like taking what I want, and you just have to deal with it.
Because as much as we want to be free, those words don’t mean anything by themselves.
Being free doesn’t mean do whatever you want all the time. It means being free to do what you want when you want to. It means sacrificing something now for something better later. Even if later is ten minutes from now.
At least, to me, anyway.
Maybe freedom means something else to you. I guess it should mean something different, at least a little bit, anyway. We should all have our own opinions, and we should be able to live with each other without burning each other every chance we get.
Unless you’re in my comic. Then you are getting burned, dude.
Lastly, I love comics. I’ve said it before, and I live it. I’m never going to stop, even if I never really become successful. What does that word really mean, anyway.
I am successful.