Well, this is it. There’s no turning back now. Life on the Fourth Floor is officially online. As it’s our first week, I’m essentially working into a silent, airless vacuum, which should come in handy when it’s time to clean the carpet.
This is where you come in, gentle reader. Don’t let me suffer alone. If you like the strip or even if you don’t, tell all your friends and family about it. E-mail the address to everyone on your contact list. Tell strangers you see in the street. Flood forums, message boards and chat rooms. Have the address tattooed into the skin of your forehead so that all who see you can come here. I’ll be the number one webcomic by the end of the year, I’m sure.
Either way, we’re going to be together for some time now.
In other news, I had my first job interview on Bastille Day. I don’t know what that signifies.
“As the horrendous Black Beast lunged forward, escape for Arthur and his knights seemed hopeless. When, suddenly, the animator suffered a fatal heart attack. The cartoon peril was no more. The Quest for the Holy Grail could continue.”
Monty Python and the Holy Grail