One of those days

yeah, pretty ****ing much like that.
Or perhaps:

Senseless and insensitive

Some time ago there was Helsinki comic festival and this week-end it was Turku international book fair and being nerdy geek I took part in them.
Both got my creative juices flowing once more and forced me to revise some of my previous ideas.

Including making comics in the first place.

Those outside of Finland will probably not realize exactly how closed the market is and how formulaic they are.
There are few who do publish stuff beyond genres of humor and artsy pieces of slice of life.
Year after year one can count with a single hand of fingers the science fiction, fantasy, crime, adventure, superhero or horror stories in comics.
There is no market in our local comics for any of that.

Any sane person would fold and write some trite about relationships.

Yes, Any sane person.
But then again in these situations I ask myself one question:

Unfortunately I am not bluehaired pierced hottie (I just live with one, no wait...she's never had blue hair so far...well..so far) but otherwise it helps.

Sane people are boring and insignificant.

And once the stars are right, they(sanes) are eaten or trampled.

Sane people don't prepare for zombie apocalypse or devise deathtraps.

Sanity is just a one handicap one must lose in order to have fun.

Just last night I had an apocalyptic nightmare about humanlike bears, ghosts, nymphomaniacs, murder and the occult.

It will make a great script and carve a nervous wreck from some poor illustrator.

A mind is a beautiful thing to lose.

IÄ!