If you vote today over at Top Web Comics, you can see the thumbnails from this page! It’s some quality scribbles, let me tell you.

So, we’re switching gears back to Mal in this very…dark and somber page. I’d almost say this page turned out a little creepy looking, which is fine, because it’s definitely not meant to be happy. Originally, I had planned a lot of internal dialog for Malaya, worrying about her brother and Elias…but when I sat down to lay out the page, I realized I needed to toss all of it. It’s more effective if we don’t know what she’s thinking explicitly.

And hey, passage of time! Sundown in the last couple pages, and now it’s at least faintly dark outside. Which is great, because all werewolf throw downs look less stupid in the dark. It’s all about atmosphere with werewolves.

I’m mentally pretty off today, so I don’t have much else to write about. I finally bit the bullet and signed up for online dating, which is fun, because that triggered my depression pretty badly the last time, and hey, I think it’s doing it again! Super fun. So, it’s time to hit the gym, find a new therapist, go join a club, etc. I think most of my issue is that I don’t really give a shit about people until I get to know them, and it’s hard to decide that this random photo on the internet is someone I might give a shit about one day. And you’d think it wouldn’t be so hard, because hey, I’m so close to Chicago and its vibrant LGBT scene, but every guide to dating and meeting fellow L’s and B’s is at least a few years old and horribly outdated, and the local meetups are pretty scarce. Awesome. I’m going to try the dating app Her and see what I can find. Maybe something a little bit less robust than OKCupid would help. I think knowing everything about someone before I meet them is cramping my flexibility here. One girl didn’t like cats? What the hell is that? Unacceptable. I have three. We’d never work out. Also, way too many people are listing themselves as “sapiosexual” without the requisite irony, and I don’t know what to do with that. Are you gonna date my brain? Can you date the rest of me too? I soothe my fragile ego with the fact that almost everyone else I’m friends with is also single, because apparently we all suck at dating and would rather stay home and watch Netflix with our pets. I only make friends with quality people.

On a lighter note, I’ve been working my way through Person of Interest, and it’s fucking great. It reminds me a LOT of White Collar, but much more serious. I like that the show subtly keeps leveling up. We got a dog! Level up! Strong female characters! Level up! Really bad ass speeches by strong female characters! Level up! Continued lack of love interest for male lead, and he’s not a total horn dog otherwise! Level up! The dog is still here, and featured all the time, humanizing every character in the process! Level up! I’m digging it, is what I’m saying.