Mal and the Ceiling Squid are going to bring the pain.

Or possibly the pain shall be brought to them, I’m going to play it by ear.

It’s been an insane week. I started a new job doing creative things for living, and it’s already the best job I’ve ever had. So far no one has tried to stab me, punch me, vomit on me or called me the day before Christmas to see where their grandchildren’s Christmas presents are.

This is good.

I think this will also be good for the comic. I think I’ve said before that I loved freelancing/novel writing on my own but it doesn’t give me a lot in the way of material to work into the comic. Things don’t necessarily have to be bad at work to inspire some Lovecraftian office humor, but there does have to be a workplace with people in it.

A theme of horror fiction in general is that people are the real monsters, and having worked in customer services I can confirm that this is indeed the case. My new role is not in customer services, but the ghost of call centre jobs past still haunt me.

On to other things. You remember that friend of mine who was making a Cthulhu themed Warhammer 40k Army? He responded well to my emotional blackmail and has started his own blog detailing the process* of putting it together. You can check it out here. I will say that it’s NSFW due to Cam’s ballistic use of the English language, but if swearing is going to put you off then I’m afraid a lot of the internet is going to be uncomfortable for you.

 

* And by process, I mean chaos.