Abracadby!

Abby Travis has approached me about collaborating. Abby is a fabulously glamorous rock star who sings like a drunken angel and looks like a million goddamn bucks in a showgirl costume. For about a decade she's been one of my major heroes/crush objects (when you're a tranny, these things get complicated) and just getting an email from her at all got me all goofy. That she's actually interested in possibly collaborating with me is just a little too awesome, it's like one of those super cool things that happens in a dream and then you wake up and realize that you're late for work and today you gotta degrease the fryer or some shit.

It could all come to nothing. I mean, maybe she'll change her mind, or maybe we won't come up with any good ideas, or she could get creeped out by my excessive fangirl fawning, or whatever. But I feel like I just got a birthday card from Elvis or something, and if this is far as it goes, I'm cool with it.

I never, ever squee. I'm just not the type. But: Squee!

Xtra(ab)normal

The people at Xtranormal are awesome. Seriously, I'd rave about them if all they did was offer up this amazing animation software at absurdly low prices. But they've always been really cool about my cartoons, posting encouraging comments on my Youtube channel and even featuring this episode on the Xtranormal main page for a while.

I mean, think about it: I'm a drag queen, named Ursula Hitler, and I make these cartoons with all sorts of weird, fetishy stuff and lots of swears. A lot of lesser companies would want nothing to do with a creature like me, they'd just delete all of my cartoons and ban my ass. But the Xtranormal folks have been nothing but supportive.

A comment they posted on my Youtube channel earlier today, in response to this cartoon:

Oh, boy. I remember when Furry Flu swept through the Xtranormal office last year.

Best lattes ever.

That? Is just plain nasty. I think I love these people.

MEET THE CAST!

There's a new link, at the top of the screen, there: Meet the Cast! It's your handy guide to the rather twisted cast of characters who live Inside Ursula Hitler's Head.

This site is not quite a week old, and while I'm pleased to see that people are discovering it, I've yet to receive a single posted comment! That makes me a sad little cartoon kitten. I ain't getting paid for this crap, so your feedback is all that keeps the doors open around here. Is there something you want to see on Inside Ursula Hitler's Head? Is there something you've seen quite enough of already? Do you think this cartoon is funny, but you wish it was sexier? Do you think this cartoon is sexy, but you wish it was funnier? Do you think this cartoon is neither funny or sexy, and you don't even know why the hell you watch it? Speak up! Go ahead, I won't bite...

Well, unless you ask me about why I call myself Ursula Hitler. In that case, I will bite your elbows off.

(Edited to add: Sorry, I hadn't realized that blogger.com's default settings only let you post comments if you're registered for a blogger account! I've fixed it now, so anybody can comment.)