I really don’t know why, but I have the urge to do more Picasso comics. The problem is that I don’t have any ideas for them. I rarely think of things to do with the old boy anymore. Maybe I’m simply still burnt out. It was fun trotting him out again last August, though. I suppose I should just try to capture those moments that annoy the shit out of me and turn them into comics again. Anger and nonsensical punchlines are what Picasso is all about, anyway.

For now I’ll just mention the secret archive again, since I’ve still not bothered to put it in the Narchive.