For the first time...

...the gastric bypass has caused me emotional pain. And the fact that this bugged me as much as it did highlights how necessary the bypass was.

I just saw a commercial for Olive Garden's never ending pasta bowl, meaning it's back. And I had the same leap of excitement I've always had for it. I love that freaking deal. It's just plain cool.

Except, of course, that I can't finish one bowl of pasta now, much less get lots more.

It's stupid that it hurts, but I got excited, and then realized I was getting excited for nothing.

Just thought I'd mention, is all.

Flirting with Credibility

So I just posted a snark I started earlier today (I fell asleep when I got home, until a pretty girl called me. I recommend the pretty girl phone call for waking up). I should be back asleep, but now I'm slightly wired, so I finished the snark and now I'm posting this.

It was a weird one for me. It was kind of a milestone for Websnark. Because it was on PV Comics, and while it was positive, mostly, it wasn't a slam dunk for them. But PV Comics (in particular, Yirmumah) has been good to Websnark. Coffman comments, and he mentions, and stuff like that.

I dunno. I started Websnark because I wanted a place where I could essay and burble. And that's still what I want, and it's no good to me or anyone else if I don't say what I actually think. But I'm not the kind of person who can ignore the real people on the other side of this. I know they're there. I've hurt some feelings with snarks before, and I feel badly about that. I've also made some days, and I feel good about that.

It's weird. No one loves a critic (if that's really what I am), but yet there's a desperate need for third-party criticism in Webcomics in general -- not reviews, but actual critical commentary, talking about technique, about planning, about thought. Twenty years from now, webcomics and webcartooning will be a part of the academic and critical tradition. Until then, there's bloggers with too much time on their hands and no real artistic talent of their own.

So I kind of have to call it like I see it. Don't I? Or should I just leave things lie.

I dunno. Maybe I need to sleep it off. God knows I'm tired enough.