I don't know if this actually counts as a "hiatus"
So, the seven or eight people (hi, Mom!) who read this on a semi-regular basis have no doubt realized that Shortpants has been sort of silent lately. I promise you, we're still around. We're just sort of taking January off. And probably most of February as well. We're still very much alive, and we have many wondrous things planned for 2008, which I'll get into in a moment.
But it's a testament to the nature of comics - and, you know, underground hand-assembled independent minicomics, coz just "comics" wasn't a challenging industry enough for us - that minor hiccups IRL mean we have to put something we love as much as Shortpants on the back burner for a little bit. But Shortpants and the Shortpants Boyfriend are in the midst of defeating the level one boss and ascending to level two of adulthood and buying a condo.
(It's probably a bad sign that Shortpants is using video game terminology to describe becoming more grown-up. But anyone who's ever been through buying a place, dealing with realtors, lawyers, loan officers, every one of them with their own agendas and many of them lying right to your face, can probably relate. I felt the same way when I tried to beat Super Paper Mario's Mimi without Princess Peach and her magnificent invincible umbrella shield.)
Anyway. We're mostly through it. And once we're done Shortpants will have a (semi)permanent base of operations. We're thinking of naming it "Shortpants Manor". Or maybe "Nerdinghamwycke". Name suggestions are appreciated.
In the meantime, our plans for 2008 are delightful and nefarious. You're going to love it. There's going to be a charming little art object of a collection of Sock-Monster comics. There'll be another Shuteye, another Bone Closet, and another Army of Lovers. There might even be another Suckerpunch! And this spring, we'll also be launching issue #1 of a probably overlyambitious anthology project. It's gonna knock your socks off, if you happen to be wearing socks at the time that you see it. That's a promise.
But it's a testament to the nature of comics - and, you know, underground hand-assembled independent minicomics, coz just "comics" wasn't a challenging industry enough for us - that minor hiccups IRL mean we have to put something we love as much as Shortpants on the back burner for a little bit. But Shortpants and the Shortpants Boyfriend are in the midst of defeating the level one boss and ascending to level two of adulthood and buying a condo.
(It's probably a bad sign that Shortpants is using video game terminology to describe becoming more grown-up. But anyone who's ever been through buying a place, dealing with realtors, lawyers, loan officers, every one of them with their own agendas and many of them lying right to your face, can probably relate. I felt the same way when I tried to beat Super Paper Mario's Mimi without Princess Peach and her magnificent invincible umbrella shield.)
Anyway. We're mostly through it. And once we're done Shortpants will have a (semi)permanent base of operations. We're thinking of naming it "Shortpants Manor". Or maybe "Nerdinghamwycke". Name suggestions are appreciated.
In the meantime, our plans for 2008 are delightful and nefarious. You're going to love it. There's going to be a charming little art object of a collection of Sock-Monster comics. There'll be another Shuteye, another Bone Closet, and another Army of Lovers. There might even be another Suckerpunch! And this spring, we'll also be launching issue #1 of a probably overlyambitious anthology project. It's gonna knock your socks off, if you happen to be wearing socks at the time that you see it. That's a promise.
