Comics and Weirdness

So I do have a comic for you.  Finally after ages.  I've had these done but not on the computer.  And then I had to fix it and color it and yeah.... I'm just making excuses at this rate.  I haven't had a lot of positive energy behind my working lately so that's probably why I don't really have anything.  It happens sometimes and I just loose focus or inspiration.  I have my beautiful muse but she can only tolerate my arty stuff for only so long. lol

I love my comic characters because they just get into so much.

In other news and weirdness I had gone up to the Creative Arts Center to work on a few things and I got what I needed done, done.  Cleaned a few things out of my drawer, excess prints and what not.  Organized a few things and got my screen exposed.  So I got that done.  Seeing as there was nothing else I could do at the moment I headed back.  Between the CAC and my apartment is the PRT station.  If you don't know what it is, goody for you.  It's evil and old and just horrible all over though I depend on it a lot.

And omg, we even have a wiki for it!  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morgantown_Personal_Rapid_Transit Unbelievable and totally laughable.

Anyway, this isn't about the PRT.  I was walking past the PRT and someone was walking toward me.  I had my fiance's ipod on like I usually do because I don't like to walk without something playing in the background.  Well this person looked like she was going to talk to me or ask me a question so I paused and took my headphones out.

"Who do you think you are for telling them about me?"  *me blinking and looking highly confused* "You had no right to tell them about.  Especially since you are walking around like the prostitute that you are!"  *me looking even more confused, saying nothing and deciding that I'm just going to walk away at this point while putting in my headphones once again and turning up the music to something by Owl City*

She continued the rant and I didn't get it all because let's face it, who'd want to be ranted at like that?  Well, I did turn around when I hit the cross walk and she was waving her coffee mug at me and still ranting at me from all the way back where I left her.

Geez..... I thought I was off but that was just a little too much!  *huffs*  I most certainly am not a prostitute either!