Every time I think I've found a good method for drawing my e-comics, I discover a fatal flaw.
I will be the first to admit, I love tormenting Cole. He reacts so beautifully, and it goes far and beyond simply reacting adversely to every little thing I do to him. You see, quite often I can entice him to play along through various means of persuasive corruption. Now, I'll not boast that my feats are anything more than playful cajoling, pushing him to do things he would, perhaps, rather not do. However, it thrills me nonetheless to see his mighty and proud will bend towards the little embarrassments. This evening I doomed Cole to grow a mustache, but even more than that, I convinced his girlfriend to admit that she too was just a little bit curious what it would look like. "Truly," you might say, with sarcasm dripping, "you are a master of corruption and influence. Truly these poor mortal fools know not the strength of your grasp." But I would shrug. For you see, I know the scale of my small victories, and this does not please me, rather, the knowledge represented therein. Because, neither Cole nor Lydia have any real will to find out what his mustache will be like. Indeed the risk is that it could be a hideous mold, hooked into his face, and on their own neither Cole nor Lydia would want to see this. However, I do, and because I know that both foster a slight, perhaps a little morbid, curiosity, I can will them into conceding to this. I have said, that the only reason anybody submits to pure evil, is because they themselves are a little evil as well. These little proofs comfort me in this fact.
I will be the first to admit, I love tormenting Cole. He reacts so beautifully, and it goes far and beyond simply reacting adversely to every little thing I do to him. You see, quite often I can entice him to play along through various means of persuasive corruption. Now, I'll not boast that my feats are anything more than playful cajoling, pushing him to do things he would, perhaps, rather not do. However, it thrills me nonetheless to see his mighty and proud will bend towards the little embarrassments. This evening I doomed Cole to grow a mustache, but even more than that, I convinced his girlfriend to admit that she too was just a little bit curious what it would look like. "Truly," you might say, with sarcasm dripping, "you are a master of corruption and influence. Truly these poor mortal fools know not the strength of your grasp." But I would shrug. For you see, I know the scale of my small victories, and this does not please me, rather, the knowledge represented therein. Because, neither Cole nor Lydia have any real will to find out what his mustache will be like. Indeed the risk is that it could be a hideous mold, hooked into his face, and on their own neither Cole nor Lydia would want to see this. However, I do, and because I know that both foster a slight, perhaps a little morbid, curiosity, I can will them into conceding to this. I have said, that the only reason anybody submits to pure evil, is because they themselves are a little evil as well. These little proofs comfort me in this fact.
This entry is amazing.
ReplyDeleteAnd we both know that Cole is extremely sexy, with or without a mustache. =P