Dev Blog Update #1

Crazy Sunshine is a whopping four months old and still hasn’t been eradicated from the face of the earth.

Champagne all around!

Welcome to the first of many Development Blog entries.

What’s a Dev Blog?

I want to use these entries as a transparent way of communicating with you, the reader, regarding topics such as:

  • The current situation of the comic and the site.
  • Answers to questions from various comment sections.
  • Current changes, developments and future directions I want to explore.
  • Current and future goals I want to achieve.
  • Various bug fixes or cross platform issues regarding the site based on your feedback.

Crazy Sunshine is my first webcomic and first ever attempt at trying to make anything worthwhile with my art.

In saying that, I can take critique pretty well and think it would be great if I could get some amazing feedback from everyone in the comment section of these entries.

Let’s start this first entry with a bunch of questions submitted through previous comic comment sections!

What is Crazy Sunshine?

Crazy Sunshine is both the name of this portfolio website and the title of a gag comic revolving around the lives of four unlikely friends who live under the same roof.

It’s also the title of a killer song by rock band The Pillows.

I wanted to begin the webcomic as a lighthearted series with little to no main plot.

After getting to know the characters a little, I wanted to make sure anyone could jump in and enjoy each self-contained strip.

There’s too many characters, I don’t know who is who!

While most gag strips usually consist of two people throwing mad bantz around until one of them eventually freak out, I felt throwing four or five different characters into the mix might add a bit more flavour, leaving the gate open to create multiple scenarios without jokes getting stale.

I intend to fully develop each character’s backstory, goals, and personality to the point where you should be able to tell them apart.

I might also look into changing their designs a bit, too.

it would be great if you stuck around to watch them grow up!

Your art is brilliant but your writing is poor and confuses me.

I admit, my writing sucks. Why do you think I decided to take up art instead?

Unfortunately, comics cannot be comics without good writing, and really want to improve.

A lot of strips so far are similar to Japanese 4koma gags, where words and speech are omitted and rely on character expressions to set up or deliver the punchline.

I draw a lot of inspirations from Keiichi Arawi’s Nichijou and Kiyohiko Azuma’s Azumanga Daioh series.

Thanks for all your feedback so far! See you in the next Dev Blog entry!

Spiders

Source: reddit.com

So, fuck spiders, right?

My earliest recollection of anything arachnid-related dates back to hearing the classic Eensie Weensie Spider song in kindergarten.

Haha, nah, not really.

There was, however, an incredibly creepy, wooden, spider-shaped slide for kids at my local shopping centre.

Who thought that was a good idea?

Let’s make a slide!

Ooh! What kind of slide?

Let’s make it a spider slide!

Genius.

Living in Britain meant the first spiders I came into contact with were money spiders.

You know, those tiny little red-legged fucks.

Tiny little red-legged fucks everywhere.

When I was in Primary School I would help my Dad with the odd weekend landscaping job.

We would go visit other people’s houses and turn their dilapidated gardens into a beautiful works of art.

During this time I discovered house spiders.

Those bastards were gigantic. Ever since then I’ve been terrified of anything with eight legs.

But why?

As a village bumpkin kid who loved exploring stuff like forests and sheds, spider webs were always so high up in the nooks and crannies, with glistening web’s eight-legged artist always glaring down at me.

Perhaps it was because they were always in the corner of my eye, but never had the guts to face me directly.

Perhaps it was the way they moved. Scurrying along floors and across windowsills, never giving me a chance to really see them, making them feel more alien than whatever was on the X-Files that evening.

Or perhaps it was the way they would dangle over my beloved swing set, as if saying:

Yeah, nah, fuck you kid, this is mine now. Everything the web touches is my kingdom.

As I got older, I would occasionally meet people who loved spiders.

No, yeah, spiders are great!

They would say.

They eat all the other shitty bugs!

True.

But to me, flies and mosquitoes are just annoying.

Spiders are terrifying.

Present day, Japan.

I decided to put my Dad’s gardening techniques to use and clean up the area behind my house.

Some brainiac that lived here before me thought it would be neat to pile up a bunch of rocks in the middle of the patio for some reason.

I knocked over the pile and all of a sudden

Spiders.

Spiders, everywhere.

Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head.

Black ones, white ones, even those tiny little red-legged fucks from my childhood, scurrying around my feet and all over my arms.

I lost it.

Tears, sweat, three cans of poison and two vacuum bags later I had successfully committed spider genocide.

From that day onwards, I occasionally see the odd arachnid dangling from my computer cables, flitting between doorways or hiding behind my clock.

Sure, they still creep me out, but nowhere near as much as a before.

I still scream like a little girl when one crawls into bed with me though.

Gyouza Girl

Source: japan-guide.com

So the weirdest thing happened last night at my town’s summer festival.

I got a mail from a stranger, wanting to meet up for the annual summer festival as it’s been a while, apparently.

Great! No problems there.

If only I could remember who it was.

I quickly agree to meet up, followed by radio silence for the rest of the day.

Oh well.

Maybe it was a wrong number.

Or a murderer.

For the whole afternoon I was wracking my brains trying to figure out who this person was and where or even if I had met them before.

After all, it’s only been a year since I came to Japan.

Was it during a drunken pub crawl during my first few days here?

A girl that I flirted with at a bar?

A boy who I thought was a girl that I flirted with at a bar?

An old lady I met in the supermarket?

All of the above?

Source: gaijinpot.com


Anyway, fast forward to festival day. We finally meet up and, well, it’s a girl. But which girl?!

From where?!

We talked in a mixture of English and Japanese before grabbing something to eat. After securing some takoyaki, she spurts “Gross! Not as delicious at that time we made gyouza, right?”

Oh!

Ohhhh!

I remember you!

You’re gyouza girl! I blurted out, trying hard not to spit my tiny balls of fried octopus all over her.

Gyouza girl was one of the many people I met while taking part in a Chinese culture festival last year.

She really likes gyouza.

Like, a lot.

We chatted some more and turns out she won’t be staying here for another year.

I hope it wasn’t because of the nickname I gave her.

Trolled by Coke

After the gym today I decided to hit up the usual vending machine.

I was really in the mood for a Coke.

After slamming in my 150 yen and carrying my cool, sweet beverage back to the car, nothing really struck me as odd.

Feels cold, yep.

Feels heavy, like usual.

Oh man, I can’t wait to down this in one go!

I popped the car into first gear and drove up to the first set of traffic lights.

I wonder why this Coke can says Happy Kan on the side? Whatever, Japan is just weird like that.

As I hit the second set of traffic lights, I reached for the can and something felt off.

Well, technically not off, but on.

Welded on, in fact.

After further inspection before the lights turned green, I noticed the ring pull was simply engraved onto the top of the can.

Third set of lights. I managed to find another little opening near the top, so I twist the lid and to my utter amazement this comes out:

A pair of cheap headphones and, hold on, are those weights?

Yeah! They totally are!

Giant, red, plastic weights.

Alright then!

Anyone got a spare 150 yen before I die of thirst?