Deep, huh? Thus concludes Bishounen Boys (for now). I may pick up the series again later on, when I’ve thought up some more jokes about Japanese Rock. But for now, I need to move onto other things.

’cause finishing is only half of the story!

And thus ends the first half-year of Creator Confidential. Next up: The Quest for the Almighty Dollar! Conventions, rejections, Letchy Fanboys and the start of issue two!

… *shifty eyes* I watch the concerts for the articles.

Ah, the endless cycle of me being stressed the hell out from work. I have no time to enjoy the publishing of one book.

For the record, Asha also hates the Beatles, the Monkees and Repo! The Genetic Opera. So why did I choose “Spirit Dreams Inside” for this strip (other than the fact that while I’ve had MANY mention of Hyde, I haven’t yet referenced the band he’s most famous for)…. I ALWAYS sing “Spirit Dreams Inside”. Maybe it has to do with being the first L’Arc~En~Ciel song that really made an impact on me, being used in that awful Final Fantasy movie, but there it is.

Me dancing around to my music is embarrassing enough, leaving my ego aside. But come on… Who doesn’t have THAT SONG?

I won’t disclose what THAT SONG is for me, just in case that million to one shot happens and OK gets made into a movie. I don’t want to pay through the nose for a song people know I desperately want.

But as a small hint… This isn’t the first time I’ve done a comic strip about it *gestures towards Bishounen Boys*

Oh, it’s a TOTAL conspiracy! They coordinate their attacks, to reduce fangirls to a puddle of hormonal goo. True story.

The highlight of my Tuesday is watching Atop the Fourth Wall. If you are unfamiliar with it, GET familiar with it. Many times, it has actually made me feel better about my comics (particularly, any episode dealing with Rob Liefeld).

But yes, for as much as I adore Linkara, I am also TERRIFIED. I try to hold onto the belief that confidence in your work is inversely proportionate to how good it actually is. But I could always be wrong…

I’ve been to two J-Rock concerts. The first– Dir En Grey– I actually had quite a bit of room. Because I’m not a huge fan, I chose to hang back at the bar with my brother. Due to the hugely underaged crowd, the bar was sparse, but the front was indeed packed. When I saw Hyde and I was in the second row…. Jesus Christ, that was an intense experience. Thankfully, the awesome that is Hyde stopped me from freaking out from the number of people pressed up against me.

All that work, all of that frustration… And I always just end up hating what I’ve done. No wonder so many artists have drinking problems.

Wow, these are some bleak sentiments. Just remember, if I really thought it was THAT bad, I’d stop.