lucydarkwood

I know that 'tis the season to be giving, but honestly I don't know where you get your originality in presents from. I wish I was so inspired. Thank you for the Christmas present, imagine my surprise when I woke to post a greeting image only to find that my website had been listed as an Attack Site by Google.

Now, maybe, like your compatriot over on YouTube, you're just frustrated that this comic is not the bondage skin fest you were looking for when you searched "mistress". If so, I'm sorry that I thwarted your search methods, but I find your internet searching ability to be misguided and infantile at best.

As my beloved, battered dictionary decrees:

mis·tress /ˈmistris/
1. A woman in a position of authority, control, or ownership.
2. Something personified as female that has supremacy or control.
3. A woman who has a continuing sexual relationship with a man who is not her husband.
4. Mistress. Used formerly as a courtesy title for a woman.

Nothing in the website description (A period romance about an impoverished child of nobility and the king of a nation on the brink of becoming an empire.) should lead you to a false positive in your search results, and the fact that the YouTube video was titled "Chapter Trailer" might have tipped off someone who can read to the fact that there's no naked ladies in it. (Even if there WERE naked ladies in it, why would I spoil all that in a chapter trailer?)

I hope you had a good Christmas. I hope that you sat down with everyone you cared about and that they all ignored the fact that you've about as much ability to query and discern a correct result as my cats do at solving calculus equations. I'm sure it passed their notice that you can be an insipid, corrosive person who gets their jollies from hacking people's websites or trolling on YouTube. Heavens no, I'm sure your yae-saying crowd has properly insulated you with placating flourishes that assure you that you are clever, well-intentioned, and special.

I'm sure we'll never meet face to face. I'm sure you'll never know the people that have been mildly inconvenienced by your very original present from this year. I'm sure you will bathe in smugness at having stuck one up on my cork board about my webcomic.

I am also sure that in the timeline of my life, typing out this exchange will have taken me longer than correcting the problem.

With my deepest feelings, may I wish you a very Merry Christmas, and provide you with the certainty that this act of holiday mayhem has in no means affected my intention to complete this work or my state of mind.

See you in six months, asshole.

... a dangerous passtime, I know.

There's so much rattling around in my brain right now that I may actually end up in mental overload.

Apparently my ambition has kicked back in for the year, and it has returned me to the state of restlessness. (There are several of you to blame for this, and I love you all the more for it.) More information as soon as I have it. But if, in the next week or two, I curse or hiss or scream in frustration, it's all for the sake of progress.

Super Secret Project is officially in the works. I'm giddy excited and can't really wait to get more of it done. There's so much to do.



In... other news...


Hand count. Kickstarter or IndieGoGo?

... listening to tango music.

The urge to super!drive is way too strong. WAY too strong.

... demands its toll again.

I hate this shit.

... started tinkering with the website to make it more beautifuls.

I'm excited to see what comes out of this.