So I lost my flippy-do journal I've been keeping in my new and quite small home. It should not be lost. I am sad. Because diary comics are totally freaking essential to living the good life. As evidenced by the great, honest, humorous, but not too too anything work of John Porcellino.
This compiles the best and awesomest stories of early King-Cat, dreams, ridiculous serials, sexual meanderings, wage-slavery, cats and dogs.
But somehow it's not whiny or overdramatic, it's just very much the straight-forward self-presentation of a young man being a young man.
In line drawings. That are sometimes messy. Reflecting a sort of manic joy and bitterness about the world.
I like that he did this, and I like that he's moved into something else.
It's really my style, both of them. Oh hooray for your important work sir.