Still alive.

  Bad news:  I've been away for a while. My cat didn't make it. I kind of blame myself for not rushing to a different vet. The ones caring for her simply weren't, they made the situation worse and worse. Finally telling me the treatments we were going with were not even meant to do anything. Then she told me that she was discontinuing care. That night my cat was barely functioning. I had to make a judgement call. She was suffering so I felt I had to let her go. As much as it hurt, she is gone. So I took time away to deal with it. I wasn't really feeling up to doing much. So my profile dropped to a mere blip. Most didn't notice. 

Better news: in my low profile time I was asked to do a commission. Which is pictured above. They asked for them in a post apocalyptic setting. It was supposed to be full color but nothing I did looked right. So I went for tonal screening and channel filters. Turned out much better.

More bad news: people I thought were long gone who really have no purpose or life other than to damage and dismantle anything I do with blatant lies and high school bullying (in our 30s even, which is extra sad.) are back spreading the falsehoods. Which really I'm tired of dealing with. I know it's happening and I people on twitter are telling me about it. I'm 33 and the people who know me know I'm not anything but nice to people and do whatever I can to help out and do my part in society. I'm not a huge successful big rich guy. I'm an unemployed cartoonist. A cartoonist that makes the occasional book that sells all of 4 copies. To be in your 30s and trying to destroy someone who's simply making art and sharing it. Occasionally offering work for donations. Apparently that's bad. I even caught shit for buying a humble bundle and gifting the code to someone because I just wanted to support it and already had the games. There's nothing I can do to get people to like me, it's foolish to even start. If one chooses to believe the lies, go right ahead. 

There is a reason is is called Maddox Misery must die. It's the death of a concept. The concept is the name I took, based on books I was making, that represented a time in my life when I left a bad relationship, started a deviantart account and began creating just to create. On there I exposed some raw nerves and things most people don't talk about. With it I was breaking my habit of bottling the rage inside. It was a downer sometimes but it was coping. Some people took this as a means to attack. Some I never met, and some who I haven't seen in 13 years. They came out and tried to dismantle it. It touched a nerve. Which was kind of the point. Accusing me of everything you can imagine. We had a family friend in trouble. I tried to do something good for him hopefully anonymously, they jumped on me saying I was running a scam. I offered to give everything back. No one cared. So I donated it and moved on. They persisted. I carried on until my father died of pancreatic cancer. At that point I felt it was time to wind it down. The world changed for me. The idea of fighting Internet trolls wasn't something I cared for, still don't. So I'm leaving it here. If you see things and have questions, send me an email. I make myself very available. Otherwise I'm done with it. I'm done with that life. The death of Maddox Misery is a real thing. It's a relic of the past. It only dragged on after my father died because my brothers decided to join this odd gaggle of trolls. I have a strange relationship with my family. Hard to explain in short bursts. I will if asked though.

Even better news: to really temper the badness and stupidity. I decided, a bit early for me really, to adopt a cat through a rescue organization. I wasn't really looking for a new cat. I have one still, she seems lonely and she freaks out whenever I leave the room. But the idea of a new cat was just alien. Then I saw is one little kitten. I don't want to get my hopes up just yet. Going to see the head of the organization tomorrow. I just tout he was neat and decided to fill out the forms and submit to all the checks. First time through a rescue. I'm not naming them because I know the idiots check my blog and messages looking for a new place to attack. I'll post pics if it works out. 

Godspeed Christopher Hitchens. As in good journey in a more atheistic context. He was an inspiration and over all cool guy.