Hello, Creatures!
Right, so Surly Queen is a stick figure version of myself that looks a good deal like a raging fiend. She’s a queen, so she has a crown. It only makes sense. I started drawing her, a thousand years ago, in college for funny little rants I would draw about whatever was bothering me in life at the time. I was younger then, and there was TONS of stuff that bothered me, but I think I’ve (mostly) grown out of things like that, and I’m a lot less surly than I pretend, these days.
But every now and again, something crops up in my daily life that is SO ridiculous and SO absurdly stupid that it BEGS to have a comic drawn about it.
I’m a grown-up now (so I’m told), and I can’t always say whatever comes rushing forth, often GALLOPING at break-neck speeds, from my brain to the tip of my tongue for fear of getting reprimanded. So I usually go home and draw a silly little comic instead, where I DO get to say those things dancing about just waiting to be said!
That’s where the crown finally comes back into play.
I don’t think I ever really explained it before, but I think most of you have figured it out: the crown in the comic is my little way of saying yes, this scenario really did actually happen. But my half of the conversation? That part where I’m saying something that would probably get me yelled at? That bit’s what I was thinking. I only get to say it in the comics, but it MUST be said. Or I might explode.
That happens sometimes.
That’s all for now, and as always: Thanks for Reading!
