A few of my friends were trying to rank the order in which their own individual emotions influence their personalities (so, for one of my friends, it was "Joy, Anger, Sadness, Disgust, then Fear", while another friend listed his as "Anger, Fear, Disgust, Joy, then Sadness". You can guess who was more fun at parties).
I tried to think about it for myself, but I dunno. I feel like if the movie were about me, we wouldn't see those five emotions at all. Instead, there would just be one dude running my head. I'm not too sure exactly what the name of this emotion would be, but I imagine it would be represented as this big pink gelatinous blob with all these phallic tentacles lined with throbbing veins all along his body. He'd be voiced by Steve Buscemi and he'd talk in this kind of bubbling gurgle that would sort of froth out from this dribbling opening lined with rotting black teeth, and he'd only speak in Youtube comments.
Again, I don't know exactly what the word for this emotion would be called, but it would sound something like "Gromfluckle". As in, "I woke up this morning feeling pretty gromfluckle so I decided to dress up like Robin Hood (Disney fox version) and auto-erotically asphyxiate myself in a Burger King bathroom."
In other news, buy my book! I recently contributed a short 12-page script in the Toronto Comics Anthology vol. 2, which is now up on Comixology. The art is for my story is by Ryan Garcia, and that alone is worth the price of admission. Here are two behind the scenes looks at his art:
Pretty nice, huh?
The book is also available as a hard copy in a few Toronto locations. I know the TCAF Pop-up shop (located in the Toronto Reference Library) is carrying it, and I'll keep you all posted as it shows up in more locations.
Check it out! Read the story that critics are calling, "neat," "cool," and "uncomfortably gromfluckle".
