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Don’t be sad. I can tell you think and care very much about things. Caring is hard to hide, even if you want to. Someone will see it someday. But you have to be out in the world for that to happen. That’s not so bad, is it? Be out in the world doing things that you love. There’s definitely someone out there who will love it when they see it.
This is a very sweet and kind thing to say, and I appreciate it a great deal.
Here’s some of my recent artwork! Here comes lots of personal updates and rambling. Skip to the last few paragraphs for the TLDR; Skip to the very very last paragraph for the ultimate TLDR;
Hi everyone! I remember some time ago I decided to try to get back into a steady routine with producing content. My intent was comic-leaning content since that's what this whole Tumblr was made for, and what all of you started following it for. The thing about me is that I've struggled my whole life with issues relating to anxiety, ADD, motivation, self esteem, etc. The result is a lot of me not bothering to start anything for reasons I can't really explain. It feels a lot like an indescribable force that cancels out feelings of motivation I have. I'll go through periods where I have gumption again and that's when I post promises of "starting again" and uploading regularly.Â
I apologize that I haven't held up to those promises. Now, I realize that Tumblr is a very passive delivery system for content. You follow someone that looks like they have interesting work and you can forget about them. So out of all my followers, I really don't think there's a lot of you that think "What ever happened to that Everything is Embarrassing guy?" So maybe this whole post is just waxing into the void, but it feels nice all the same, and hopefully a few of you care enough about my work to recognize one of my posts in your feed!Â
 Lately I've been going through a lot of life changes for the better. I've lost (and am losing) about eighty pounds. I got some therapy. I've been using positive affirmations in the mirror. I've changed my medication a little, which has alleviated some of my anxiety issues, and am now trying out ADD medicine (And let me tell you baby, that shit is euphoric at first. It felt like I had been living without all of my senses my whole life and suddenly everything was in color and had new depths and textures. I felt like I could outsmart anyone and do anything I wanted. For a few weeks I was the happiest I've, maybe, ever been in my life. Or maybe I was just able to climb out of the anxious and depressed stupor I've wallowed in for the last decade, and it just felt like a new level of life. Either way, it was amazing. That has waned and now I feel just fine. Not euphoric, but functional and fine. Depression and anxiety still exist and creep in from time to time but I feel like I'm on a very positive path toward a happier life.Â
 WOW, I didn't mean for this to be so long-winded. I guess I just opened the flood gates.Â
Here's the point of this whole dang post: I haven’t been completely inactive, I just haven’t done comic strips. I’ve been drawing, trying to find myself artistically, and doing work on a fan project related to the Welcome to Night Vale podcast. I wanted this Tumblr to be a homepage for Everything is Embarrassing, so I avoided uploading anything that wasn’t a comic strip. My feelings have since changed and I realized it’s better to put content out, even if it doesn’t adhere to the webcomic formula. So while I’m still very much interested in webcomics and EiE, I think it would be foolish to not try to foster a relationship between people who were kind enough to follow my work. You guys absolutely deserve to at least see what I’m doing and feel involved in my growth. Doing EiE was one of the most artistically fulfilling things I’ve ever done, and the attention it got touched me tremendously. It made me feel worthy, and that’s something I’ve always been in shortage of. So count on this: Occasional updates with drawings or jokes and what-have-you.
If you’d like to look at that Night Vale fan project, here’s a link. It’s done as a newspaper in the world of Night Vale. I’ve done the writing, GRAFFIX and illustrations, and my friend is a co-writer. If you’re not familiar with Night Vale, it’s a small town where weird, scary, and surreal things happen, but it’s played off as normal for the people there. I would hesitate to call it horror. I think I would call it comedy/weird fiction. If you’d like to see other things I’ve done, I have an Instagram page where I’ve done comedy video bits and pictures. You can put it in your eyeballs and ears if you want to, but that’s totally your choice.
Thanks for reading, and if you didn’t read, well you’re reading this, and that’s good enough. If you aren’t reading this, you don’t know what I’m saying, but I’d still like to project thoughts of appreciation in your general direction, so if you feel kind of nice and positive later, it might be because of me. You’re welcome.
Ultimate TLDR; I was here, then I wasn’t here, then I said I would be here but was only kind of here sometimes. I’m going to be here more often, but I don’t plan on making biweekly comic updates so much as just posting stuff I’m working on so my followers don’t think I’ve given up on my DREAMZ.
They never respond, but you can tell they love the attention. If they didn’t want me to say these things to them, the cats wouldn’t dress like that.
At a certain point phones get so thin they're inconvenient and even dangerous. I knew a guy that sliced his finger clean off. His phone went through his bone like an $800 knife through butter.
I’ve only seen two spiders come out of the banana boxes at work. Neither of them were friendly vegan hipsters and literally 100% of them looked me in the eyes and slid their thumb across their necks, then pointed at me.
A long long long, long long, overdue update: the long and short of it is this. I regret not creating more and would like to be active again. In addition to this tumblr I also have a newly minted Instagram ( https://www.instagram.com/mcsmoothgiggles/ ) please feel free to look at it and laugh a little! Now to the meat of the post. Some of you may remember me as "that guy that does the comics that are usually mediocre but kind of charming." you're correct, I'm him. And I am also, technically, still living. I'm a fellow that struggles with plenty of stupid things like anxiety and depression, and with those usually come a struggle to motivate. That's why I haven't created anything in literally too long of a time. I'm hoping I can find the gumption to regularly contribute to the world again because the year or so that I was consistent with my comics was the most fulfilling in recent memory. Thank you for following me in the first place and double thank you for not unfollowing me after all this time of inactivity.
A cop pulled me over recently, I’m not saying this is the exact thing that happened, but he was kind of rude I guess.
The worst part of my job is the shirt they make me wear. It’s a burlap sack in the deceitful form of a polo shirt. It’s so thick and hot, and they keep the store equally thick and equally hot. In my first twenty minutes I could drown a village. I’m confident that if this doesn’t change these shirts will be the tragic cause of my death.
Where’s the funny? I don’t know, I felt like trying to be poignant today. Toy aisles get on my nerves.
Trying out black and white since it’s much quicker and less daunting than color. Now if I can only figure out how to make drawing, writing, panel layout, and presentation less daunting.
Horses are a brave lot. Running is a terrible thing. It’s a travesty really. It’s bad enough as it is, and yet horses do it all damn day with someone’s butt smashed against them. This one’s for all the horses out there. I’m sorry for your butt-smashing.
Panel one: A loud cracking eminates from a crate being split open by a cowboy prying it apart. “I got it open!”
Panel two: The cowboy walks away from the crate carrying a large box. “Hank! It was full o’ beans! We got supper fer weeks!” He approaches two  horses awaiting him. The horses look at each other with concern and worry on their faces.
Panel three:Â The horses flee into the sunset. A cloud of dust left in their wake as the two cowboys are left behind.
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Aspiration is a tricky thing. You want to believe in yourself and your dream project, but sometimes others will try to shoot you down. You have to ignore that and keep pushing forward, even though the odds are against you. If you truly love Jeff Foxworthy, your muse will set you free and your masterpiece will be seen.
Panel one: A fellow with parted hair and thick rimmed glasses sits at his desk turned around, listening to his friend. “I’m not saying it’s a bad interest. I just think it’s bizarre.”
Panel two: His friend rolls his eyes as the bespectacled gentleman retorts. “I think coding an 8-bit representation of Jeff Foxworthy’s comedic material is a noble pursuit.”
Panel three: A retro video game screenshot is shown of a pixelated man in plaid next to a lawnmower and a pickup truck. It is set as a 2D sidescroller with a pixelated portrait of Foxworthy and a wordbubble exclaiming “I NEED YOU TO HELP ME FIND 8 REDNECKS!!!”
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The earth shivers and the mountains tremble upon my great wail. My digits extend to thee edge of anything and everything I desire. I will not be denied. Fetch my bottle, I thirst for sustenance.
Panel One: A bald, shirtless man stands with his back to the audience with a crimson background silhouetting him. “I have a special talent. When I command, the world obeys.”
Panel two: The man is wearing a white loincloth. He stands in an open field as he yells at a ferocious tiger. “Savage beasts yield to me as I summon them.”
Panel three: The man stands atop a cliffside as two silhouetted giants walk toward him, disrupting the trees below them, sending flocks of birds to scatter in the sky. “Even the titans approach upon my beckoning.”
Panel four: A baby sits on a carpeted floor, screaming as its mother tries to appease it with a plush tiger. “I am the king. Behold my realm.”
There are a hell of a lot of things that can be attributed to this person. They were very wise apparently.
Transcription:
Panel One: A know-it-all points his finger into the air as we join mid-conversation. “It’s like my favorite quote. “One who uses wealth to gain influence deserves neither.” His friend scratches his head and says “That’s what she said.”
Panel Two: The know-it-all cocks an eyebrow and scolds his friend. “Grow up, man. That joke doesn’t even work in this context.”
Panel Three: The friend presents a book and explains “No, I mean your statement can be attributed to the late philosopher.” The book is labelled with the author’s name: “She Chen.”
Perhaps this is an exaggeration. I care about things. Plenty of things. Just not enough to warrant any kind of personal expression through actions. I am the enthusiasm equivalent of a jar of numbing cream.Â
Panel One: A fat and thin silhouette stand in a field of grass next to a road as a large truck with a confederate flag passes by. “In a weird sort of way I envy those guys.” the fat guys says.
Panel Two: His face changes to disappointment as he continues “They’re so passionate. They care so much about that flag. I haven’t cared that much about anything in years!”
Panel Three: He scratches his head as he looks into the distance and the thin fellow rolls his eyes “They’re flying flags and I still haven’t even gotten around to putting my Obama 08′ decal on my car.”
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Now, I’m trying something new today. I'm going to be transcribing my comics so A) the visually impaired can read them, and B) transcriptions supposedly helps with search engine optimization. I don't know how it'll pan out but I'm going to see what happens.
Panel one: A cartoonish and robust interpretation of the author is walking alongside a friend. The author is pale with brown curly hair and his shoulders slump to the point of not being visible. His friend is a thin Caucasian man in a jacket with dark hair sweeping into a part on the side of his head. One the wall in the background a movie poster featuring the Minions from Despicable Me can be seen. The friend has an eyebrow cocked and he tosses his thumb towards the poster as he references it.
"These yellow sons of bitches are everywhere! Have you walked through a grocery store aisle lately?"
Panel two: The poster is no longer in sight as the pair have walked past it. The friend furrows his brow and throws his arms into the air.
"Not a product to be seen that doesn't have goggles and over-alls on it. It's like a tractor pull banged a steampunk convention."
The author's character looks uncomfortably as he places his hand on his belly as it appears to be rumbling.
Panel three: The author is in further discomfort and perhaps a state of concern. He is now clenching his chest as it rumbles more intensely. His friend lowers his arms and continues his rant.
"I swear, if I see one more of these- Are you okay? You haven't said a word."
Panel four: The friend screams in terror as a minion bursts out of the author's chest. His yellow, bulbous, head is covered in blood and he stares at the author's friend with wide eyes and a grin showing off an unreasonable number of teeth.