A long, long time ago, I was a young person full of young person energy. I wrote for a humor site on something called “the internet” during simpler times when things were leaner and meaner. With all of this energy, I wrote million word long articles, adminned that stupid forum with every ounce of my strength, chatted with 900 people simultaneously, and still had time to go to my then-boyfriend’s house for days at a time without any internet connection at all! It was during those stretches that I was able to fill up page after page of typewriter paper (yes that’s what I called it) with comics. Somehow, days must have contained dozens of more hours because I also was able to be embroiled in real life adventures.
I’m not bragging — I’m genuinely confused as to how it was possible at all.
At the time of the early 2000s, I considered myself to have a sophisticated sense of humor, even though (or as the hindsight of age tells me: especially because) I was just like twenty-two years old. Despite the company I kept, I felt that I was incisive, delightful, and so much better than one of my least favorite things of that era: the “lol random” internet humor. But, looking back at these old things I have to ask myself, “was I though?”
Maybe it is because as I write this I am sickly and enfeebled, filled with the blight of the modern illnesses of these modern times, but when I decided to share my old comics today like I said I was going to do before — I found myself wincing. These are all so loud. I only looked at a few in my three ring binder today and felt like covering my ears. The energy, the lines, the wording I chose to use, the very plots themselves made me tired, so tired just from looking at them.
But hey! Maybe this is somehow exactly what you would like to see today. This, the only comic I bothered to ever do in color because I happened to have a pack of Micron brand pens that were of assorted colors. Maybe this is what you need. Two pages of shouting, weirdness, and amazing colorvision.
I really do need to re-make these, tailored to my current sensibilities, for my own peace of mind. Oh well. Click the images for enlargening purposes, of course.
Fun Amandoll Fact: In the year 2003, when this comic was made, I didn’t even drink coffee yet!