I had to change to New Blogger today, it's not 'Beta' anymore, so it must be 'Gamma'. Using 'Gamma' must've irradiated me, changing my DNA, and unleashed my inner monster.
For example- Today, I'd finished inking a page of my strip ( Which consisted mainly of a werewolf having his brains blown out through the front of his mush. I love drawing exploding heads!) and, once the ink was dry, I started rubbing out the pencil marks that are still visible. My rubber (Eraser, if you're a Yank. Rubbing prophylactics on my artwork is not something I've tried yet, but some people might say it can't make it any worse. I hate those people.) decided to eat big chunks out of the bristol board and leave grey smears all over the place. I changed rubbers (the new one wasn't ribbed.) and this wouldn't get rid of the smears. My pupils turned white, my shirt ripped (but only among the seams, though) My skin and hair turned green, my shoes burst, I grew bigger( and, no matter how big I grew, my trousers stayed on, as the hulk never, ever shows his big green cock.) and with inhuman strength, I threw my rubber at the stereo, and with a guttural, almost inhuman voice, I shouted "For Fuck's Sake!!"
After a while, I found myself waking up in a stranger's back garden, behind their bins, with just a pair of tatty ripped jeans on. I pinched a shirt from their washing line ,(which, as always, is dry. I'd love to see Dr. Banner put a soaking wet shirt on, lose his rag and have to pinch another shirt a bit later on.) came home, and sorted out the picture by using a completely new rubber (non-spermicidal) and turning the ripped bit into another piece of flying brain.
It's like Johnny Rotten said, anger is an energy.