So, the father of mine! website is online, and here’s this week’s comic:

If i could cash in page views for sustenance i would make at least three of these every week, but the harsh, bitter truth is that the only thing i can exchange my page views for is self-esteem. Actually, that’s neither harsh, nor bitter – any aspiring artist is like Iceland when it comes to self-esteem, that currency is in serious demand, you can buy happiness with that shit.

To me, it is thoroughly incomprehensible that people would actually take thirty seconds out of their day to look at my artwork. I know that this isn’t the proper stance to adopt when first venturing into the world of freelancing and “self-publishing”, or at least talking about it isn’t considered good marketing. It is my personal experience that when something is this much fun, it’s either unhealthy, shady, or just plain vile in the eyes of the public. Sometimes all of those things.

I’ve often been accused of peddling uncouth materials to the unsuspecting viewer, like some kind of shadowy leper wraith, pushing ethereal crack in the Hogwarts schoolyard. It’s nice to see that people actually come back for a second serving, and not recoil in horror.

It seems that shifting to a more mainstream language triggered a visible change in Arcadia’s statistical reports. Those statistics told me, about a month ago, that most of you guys were unable to understand Norwegian. Most of you would probably be incapable of distinguishing it from the sounds of grinding stone and animal howls, let alone recognizing it as a goddamn language. Seriously, we use sounds that don’t even register on your auditory spectrum. Most people find it eerie. It’s okay though, most of the time we don’t really understand it ourselves – It’s tricky, like sign-language with both arms in casts.

Now the statistics tell me that more people are returning to the site after their first visit, presumably because the blog doesn’t put up that frozen Scandinavian language-barrier any more – or read like an ancient Norse tablet left behind by some kind of mythical, subhuman race of arctic barbarians who lived in whale-carcasses, and who’s sole pastimes consisted of bludgeoning seals, ice-bathing, and growing facial hair.

- SF