Oh, fuck.
My period's coming.
No energy. Headache. Uneasy stomach. Zero appetite.
And a batch of totally sucky new pages on Hardy Boys. The artist isn't even trying anymore. >.< He's making "nonsense" shapes with clipart (some of it filtered to the point of incomprehensibility) and magically expecting me, the colorist, to make it all work. That, and he's forgetting how characters' clothing works AND changing inking style from panel to panel. Translation: He's got an assistant, and a pretty crappy one at that.
Bugger.
My period's coming.
No energy. Headache. Uneasy stomach. Zero appetite.
And a batch of totally sucky new pages on Hardy Boys. The artist isn't even trying anymore. >.< He's making "nonsense" shapes with clipart (some of it filtered to the point of incomprehensibility) and magically expecting me, the colorist, to make it all work. That, and he's forgetting how characters' clothing works AND changing inking style from panel to panel. Translation: He's got an assistant, and a pretty crappy one at that.
Bugger.
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