Screw You, Apple!

In my last post I spoke to soon!

Don't get me wrong, I love Apple and their amazing products, but I have a major complaint with the way their iOS browsers handle mp3s. If you're viewing Success! on your iPhone or iPad (which is the perfect sized screen for viewing a comic) and you click on the mp3, a Quicktime window opens so you can't follow along with the music! This is a major drag. One of the points of making a musical comic is so that people can listen to the music while they follow along with the comic. 

Believe me, dudes and dudesses, I've scoured the Apple support forums, languished on hold with Apple support and endured lengthy chats with Apple geniuses, only to butt up against the same unfortunate inevitability: "It's just the way it is. Apple can't and won't change it." Bummer.

Nevertheless, I will continue to sink money into Apple computer products because, well, they're gorgeous, and they're the best made devices out there for quenching my creative thirst, but, like that sinister little bitter giggle underneath the taste of that fruity cocktail, I'll have to take the good with the bad.

So, if you're reading this and you have any idea how I can work around Apple's design flaw, please leave a comment. 

In the meantime, I hope you enjoy Gregory's entrance into the story. I had to draw him many times to get him right. At first he looked like a warped John Lennon, but as I drew him more and more, he started to have a round, frumpy, kind of enduring little Tin-Tin-shaped face. I like how he ended up. That jacket, though! Whew! I must learn to pair down the details. Do you know how many times I had to draw the strings in his hoody? Or the loops on his buttons? Gad. First thing I'm doing in the next scene is having him take his jacket off!

The talk show host, incidentally, is supposed to be Charlie Rose. Whenever I used to interview myself in the bathroom mirror (Come on, admit it. You've done it!), I always fantasized that I was on Charlie Rose. He always had the fanciest guests: authors, artists, politicians, intellectuals. Gregory longs to be famous enough to sit at Charlie's big round table. Like he says in the scene: "What artist doesn't?"

Okay. See you in a couple of months.