Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
COMIC: Drugs
My hostility towards anti-drug PSAs comes to a head.
I don't know if they're getting worse or I'm just getting more irritable (that's not true, I KNOW I'm getting more irritable, that's neither here nor there) but I'm getting more and more annoyed every time I see anti-drug ads. Here I flip them, and also invented a nifty new figure style reminiscent of the little lump thing in the Zoloft ads, but with hair and arms. It's good for my crap drawing abilities.
I don't know if they're getting worse or I'm just getting more irritable (that's not true, I KNOW I'm getting more irritable, that's neither here nor there) but I'm getting more and more annoyed every time I see anti-drug ads. Here I flip them, and also invented a nifty new figure style reminiscent of the little lump thing in the Zoloft ads, but with hair and arms. It's good for my crap drawing abilities.
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Comic Comments WOO BACK YES.
Dinosaur Comics June 3rd, 2009
[OPEN BRACKET! The first few sentences of this comment are adapted from my Twitter feed CLOSE BRACKET!]
This reminds me of how utterly stupid my piano teacher in high school was. He was a large fat man obsessed with musicals. He was mainly the chorus teacher and gave not two shits about teaching us piano, nor did virtually anyone in the class care to learn piano. I myself wanted to learn piano but was not so much interested in doing it the right way, particularly after I found I lacked the same aptitude for keyed instruments that I had for stringed ones. After a few months of trying to at least make sure everyone in the class was making some sort of progress, however glacial, the teacher gave up, most everyone else reverted to chattering to one another or to friends on the phone (texting wasn't as ubiquitous then but I think there may have been some of that going on as well) while I resolved to play the Tetris theme over and over until I was AWESOME at it. I also practiced a song I was writing, entitled Tinfoil Helmet, which there's still a crap recording of on one of my Soundclick accounts. Then I combined the two to play a Russian-esque version of Tinfoil Helmet. But I digress.
As our teacher didn't seem to give a crap and neither did any of us, frequently we'd not even go to the piano lab and we'd stay back in the chorus room because Fatty McFlamingpants had some sort of chorus business to attend to and we'd watch a movie, always a musical, always with some kind of unecessary introduction from Pudgy Van Idiotstein who would pontificate about some or another element of this particular musical film he thought was interesting.
So one day the film in question and the subject of his speech was My Fair Lady, and Fatty's speech proposed that the film was the second in four generations of the same story, the first being Pygmalion (obviously), the third being Pretty Woman, the fourth being (here's where the stupid kicks in) She's All That.
I think the only adaquate response is a series of exclamation points and question marks:
!!??!??!????!!!!?!?!?!??!??!???!!?!!?!?!?!
Okay, so I have a lot of problems with that statement. FIRST, My Fair Lady the film is obviously based on My Fair Lady the stage musical, which is based on Pygmalion the play. I only watched My Fair Lady because my jackass teacher was showing it in class and I was not allowed to leave, and I haven't yet happened to read or see a performance of Pygmalion, so I don't know for sure how wildly My Fair Lady's story diverges, but the point is the film is in fact an adaptation of an adaptation. Based on my research My Fair Lady sticks so closely to Pygmalion's plot and characters that it can't even be considered a separate version of the story in my opinion, it would be like taking Mel Brooks' original film The Producers, which was then adapted into the stage musical and then the stage musical was adapted into a musical film, also The Producers, and calling them two different stories: it's the same story in a different format.
SECOND, and more importantly, while it's difficult to deny the cultural status of My Fair Lady and the apparent staying power of Pretty Woman (nowhere near the cultural milestone of the first but still considered by the less snobbish a major film of that generation), She's All That by no means represents a notable film of its generation, or even a well-liked film. Most people of that generation have taken great pains to distance themselves from the likes of She's All That. In twenty years it will likely not be remembered at all, partly due to the fact that its teenage audience will have grown out of it and the film appeals to that shallow subset of teenagers who won't be interested in a film so grossly outdated.
Third, as T-Rex states in the comic, the Pygmalion story is "as old as time" and has been told and retold over and over. She's All That is by no means a notable adaptation (nor are most of the ones listed on Wikipedia, SOMEONE EDIT THE PYGMALION ARTICLE PLEASE.) Pygmalion itself, as Señor Norte points out in the alt text, is inspired by a Greek myth which has been adapted hundreds of times over the millennia since it was first written. Even mentioning She's All That as if it is a significant part of this legacy (thus proving that he's probably actually seen it, which is even more embarrassing) shows a devastating lack of cultural literacy and sophistication.
Anyway, I hated My Fair Lady. The Music Man, now THAT'S a musical I can get behind. I mean it's still ridiculous but in a more entertaining way.
Anyway, has Señor Norte ever considered writing something major, a book or something, as T-Rex, utilizing his uniquely unsophisticated voice? I think that would be a heck of a thing there.
Oh, and happy June 3rd to anyone who knows what that means. (You don't though. No you really don't.)
The Flowfield Unity, May 4th 2009
An odd thing that has happened on this site is that the comics themselves have become secondary to the discussions going on in the comments. Traditionally each comic will come along with a little blog post by Adam which asks a question or requests some kind of input and then it all blows up from there. This particular page discusses the recurring theme in Hollywood movies of having characters in the face of total annihilation fall in love and start having sex. It was an excellent opportunity for me to dust off my old complaint about the improbability of Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese having sex in the first Terminator movie. "There's a killer robot chasing us, but let's take a break from making pipe bombs and get nekkid!"
Gunshow, whatever day that was, 2009
I LIKE THIS! DOG TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!
So Horribleville ended which I'd be more sad about but Gunshow's been consistently making me laugh since it started. This one in particular is funny to me because it reminds me of when I had to move back in with my mom after my brother (and roommate) suddenly left town and they'd given away my room to...well no one actually, my mom's new husband was using it and didn't want to give it up, so I had to sleep in the living room until I got a new place, which I might not have done right away but I can't stand not having my own space (like, say, a bedroom) so I moved into the famous Trailer, as seen in my comics as the T.R.A.I.L.E.R.
Did I say that was funny? Oh, it's really not funny. I'm still a little pissed off.
[OPEN BRACKET! The first few sentences of this comment are adapted from my Twitter feed CLOSE BRACKET!]
This reminds me of how utterly stupid my piano teacher in high school was. He was a large fat man obsessed with musicals. He was mainly the chorus teacher and gave not two shits about teaching us piano, nor did virtually anyone in the class care to learn piano. I myself wanted to learn piano but was not so much interested in doing it the right way, particularly after I found I lacked the same aptitude for keyed instruments that I had for stringed ones. After a few months of trying to at least make sure everyone in the class was making some sort of progress, however glacial, the teacher gave up, most everyone else reverted to chattering to one another or to friends on the phone (texting wasn't as ubiquitous then but I think there may have been some of that going on as well) while I resolved to play the Tetris theme over and over until I was AWESOME at it. I also practiced a song I was writing, entitled Tinfoil Helmet, which there's still a crap recording of on one of my Soundclick accounts. Then I combined the two to play a Russian-esque version of Tinfoil Helmet. But I digress.
As our teacher didn't seem to give a crap and neither did any of us, frequently we'd not even go to the piano lab and we'd stay back in the chorus room because Fatty McFlamingpants had some sort of chorus business to attend to and we'd watch a movie, always a musical, always with some kind of unecessary introduction from Pudgy Van Idiotstein who would pontificate about some or another element of this particular musical film he thought was interesting.
So one day the film in question and the subject of his speech was My Fair Lady, and Fatty's speech proposed that the film was the second in four generations of the same story, the first being Pygmalion (obviously), the third being Pretty Woman, the fourth being (here's where the stupid kicks in) She's All That.
I think the only adaquate response is a series of exclamation points and question marks:
!!??!??!????!!!!?!?!?!??!??!???!!?!!?!?!?!
Okay, so I have a lot of problems with that statement. FIRST, My Fair Lady the film is obviously based on My Fair Lady the stage musical, which is based on Pygmalion the play. I only watched My Fair Lady because my jackass teacher was showing it in class and I was not allowed to leave, and I haven't yet happened to read or see a performance of Pygmalion, so I don't know for sure how wildly My Fair Lady's story diverges, but the point is the film is in fact an adaptation of an adaptation. Based on my research My Fair Lady sticks so closely to Pygmalion's plot and characters that it can't even be considered a separate version of the story in my opinion, it would be like taking Mel Brooks' original film The Producers, which was then adapted into the stage musical and then the stage musical was adapted into a musical film, also The Producers, and calling them two different stories: it's the same story in a different format.
SECOND, and more importantly, while it's difficult to deny the cultural status of My Fair Lady and the apparent staying power of Pretty Woman (nowhere near the cultural milestone of the first but still considered by the less snobbish a major film of that generation), She's All That by no means represents a notable film of its generation, or even a well-liked film. Most people of that generation have taken great pains to distance themselves from the likes of She's All That. In twenty years it will likely not be remembered at all, partly due to the fact that its teenage audience will have grown out of it and the film appeals to that shallow subset of teenagers who won't be interested in a film so grossly outdated.
Third, as T-Rex states in the comic, the Pygmalion story is "as old as time" and has been told and retold over and over. She's All That is by no means a notable adaptation (nor are most of the ones listed on Wikipedia, SOMEONE EDIT THE PYGMALION ARTICLE PLEASE.) Pygmalion itself, as Señor Norte points out in the alt text, is inspired by a Greek myth which has been adapted hundreds of times over the millennia since it was first written. Even mentioning She's All That as if it is a significant part of this legacy (thus proving that he's probably actually seen it, which is even more embarrassing) shows a devastating lack of cultural literacy and sophistication.
Anyway, I hated My Fair Lady. The Music Man, now THAT'S a musical I can get behind. I mean it's still ridiculous but in a more entertaining way.
Anyway, has Señor Norte ever considered writing something major, a book or something, as T-Rex, utilizing his uniquely unsophisticated voice? I think that would be a heck of a thing there.
Oh, and happy June 3rd to anyone who knows what that means. (You don't though. No you really don't.)
The Flowfield Unity, May 4th 2009
An odd thing that has happened on this site is that the comics themselves have become secondary to the discussions going on in the comments. Traditionally each comic will come along with a little blog post by Adam which asks a question or requests some kind of input and then it all blows up from there. This particular page discusses the recurring theme in Hollywood movies of having characters in the face of total annihilation fall in love and start having sex. It was an excellent opportunity for me to dust off my old complaint about the improbability of Sarah Connor and Kyle Reese having sex in the first Terminator movie. "There's a killer robot chasing us, but let's take a break from making pipe bombs and get nekkid!"
Gunshow, whatever day that was, 2009
I LIKE THIS! DOG TIME MOTHERFUCKERS!
So Horribleville ended which I'd be more sad about but Gunshow's been consistently making me laugh since it started. This one in particular is funny to me because it reminds me of when I had to move back in with my mom after my brother (and roommate) suddenly left town and they'd given away my room to...well no one actually, my mom's new husband was using it and didn't want to give it up, so I had to sleep in the living room until I got a new place, which I might not have done right away but I can't stand not having my own space (like, say, a bedroom) so I moved into the famous Trailer, as seen in my comics as the T.R.A.I.L.E.R.
Did I say that was funny? Oh, it's really not funny. I'm still a little pissed off.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Fuzzy Rings Around My Eyelids
Heh, examining my traffic for a second I thought I was really popular with Rhode Island this week, then I noticed it's mostly the same IP and it's the person who went in my Shoutbox and suggested I kill myself. Guys I know it's the internet but that seems harsh somehow. Perhaps before suggesting suicide you might try some constructive criticism, give me examples of how I can improve the blog or whatnot. I mean I won't follow them because YER NOT THE BOSS O' ME but can we not, as an internet society, drudge up a little civility?
So I just woke up a little while ago and I'm still rather hazy. I woke up with my scalp sweating, which is the most likely thing on my body to sweat at this point. I might consider shaving all my hair like the Mexican guy in Napolean Dynamite, but there are many pitfalls to this: 1) my head may or may not have visible creases in its surface and other abnormalities that I can feel on my scalp, and 2) avoiding scalp sunburn would be a constant struggle, normally bald guys in Florida wear hats but my head is too big for hats. I suppose without the hair I might be able to fit it into a hat.
So this was supposed to be the year I started to see movies in the theater again, which used to be a favorite activity of mine before I had to suspend it almost completely during my period of broke-itude. But now I'm going to have to conserve virtually all my money for the remainder of the summer in order to buy my new trailer and the materials to transform it from a hobo toilet into a kickass bachelor pad. I was over there today, because my trailer is like ten feet away from my sister's in the same park, and I'd wanted to take some measurements of the rooms to know exactly how much space I'll have (I want to put all my music crap in the spare room and I also want there to be a couch in there so I can laze but I don't know if there'll be space for it) but I didn't know we were going over there so I didn't bring my tape measurer. I had a floorplan that I'd drawn by hand but with my lack of spatial reasoning it came out all screwy, so I started playing with an interior design program which did exactly what I did on paper but with actual measurements, which I'm sure aren't right but at least have some rhyme or reason to them.
Oh Jesus I hate the theme song from Friends. I just need you all to know that so when I murder Jennifer Aniston you'll know why.
I'm trying to come up with a way to supplement my income at least temporarily so as to pay off credit cards and what I'm going to have to use to fix up the new trailer and of course the first instinct is to play in a bar band, but I don't see that coming together what with my lack of social skills. So other than that I got nothing. I am planning to start intense work on some new recordings once I get into my new place, which I'd probably be doing already but living with people stifles my creativity and I also get really self-conscious if there are people around when I'm working on my music. But I doubt any money will ever come from that endevour, and certainly not in time to help me financially. One thing I had planned to do was to drop to a cheaper DSL type internet connection and go without cable for an uncertain period at the beginning of my habitation, but today I realized that by the time I've moved in (assuming they don't push it back again) the DTV transition will have happened and I'll need a converter for my TV in order to pick up antenna signals, not to mention I don't know what kind of reception this new park gets (though there is already an antenna on my new trailer, the guy who runs the park claims the antennas strewn throughout the place are ham radio antennas but I call bullshit, there's too many in too tightly a clustering for them to not by TV antennas.) So assuming I feel I can live without cable for that period I'll still need to buy a converter box, and if I get a second TV like I want then I'll need TWO converter boxes (because there's no way I can afford to buy a digital TV right now, but that's on my list). Of course I can get those coupons to help with cost but the coupons expire in 90 days after they mail them. It might be that long until the place is livable so I'll have to decide much earlier whether to get the box or boxes and then I'm kind of locked into either spending an assload of money I don't really have on cable or trying to survive on just antenna TV again for awhile, TV being my one inexorable addiction. So yeah.
A few weeks or so back there was a horrible thing that happened (that our local news of course just ate up, after all we are the community that spawned Casey Anthony) where a woman went to the gun range with her adult son and killed him and then herself. This made local news outlets forget about child-murdering-moron-with-trainwreck-family Casey Anthony for a few hours, before getting back to reporting the total lack of development in what they've all dubbed "The Case Against Casey". During this brief non-Anthony based news cycle they of course immediately released a suicide note and audio recordings made by the woman in which she explains that she had to kill herself and her son because she's the anti-Christ and if she didn't she would bring about the end of the world. I've been interested in the moral implications of this, it's an example of someone doing the absolute wrong thing for the best of possible reasons. Casey Anthony of course is a case of someone doing the absolute wrong thing for no apparent reason whatsoever, which is much more common.
Okay, so I don't have anything else to say about anything right now.
So I just woke up a little while ago and I'm still rather hazy. I woke up with my scalp sweating, which is the most likely thing on my body to sweat at this point. I might consider shaving all my hair like the Mexican guy in Napolean Dynamite, but there are many pitfalls to this: 1) my head may or may not have visible creases in its surface and other abnormalities that I can feel on my scalp, and 2) avoiding scalp sunburn would be a constant struggle, normally bald guys in Florida wear hats but my head is too big for hats. I suppose without the hair I might be able to fit it into a hat.
So this was supposed to be the year I started to see movies in the theater again, which used to be a favorite activity of mine before I had to suspend it almost completely during my period of broke-itude. But now I'm going to have to conserve virtually all my money for the remainder of the summer in order to buy my new trailer and the materials to transform it from a hobo toilet into a kickass bachelor pad. I was over there today, because my trailer is like ten feet away from my sister's in the same park, and I'd wanted to take some measurements of the rooms to know exactly how much space I'll have (I want to put all my music crap in the spare room and I also want there to be a couch in there so I can laze but I don't know if there'll be space for it) but I didn't know we were going over there so I didn't bring my tape measurer. I had a floorplan that I'd drawn by hand but with my lack of spatial reasoning it came out all screwy, so I started playing with an interior design program which did exactly what I did on paper but with actual measurements, which I'm sure aren't right but at least have some rhyme or reason to them.
Oh Jesus I hate the theme song from Friends. I just need you all to know that so when I murder Jennifer Aniston you'll know why.
I'm trying to come up with a way to supplement my income at least temporarily so as to pay off credit cards and what I'm going to have to use to fix up the new trailer and of course the first instinct is to play in a bar band, but I don't see that coming together what with my lack of social skills. So other than that I got nothing. I am planning to start intense work on some new recordings once I get into my new place, which I'd probably be doing already but living with people stifles my creativity and I also get really self-conscious if there are people around when I'm working on my music. But I doubt any money will ever come from that endevour, and certainly not in time to help me financially. One thing I had planned to do was to drop to a cheaper DSL type internet connection and go without cable for an uncertain period at the beginning of my habitation, but today I realized that by the time I've moved in (assuming they don't push it back again) the DTV transition will have happened and I'll need a converter for my TV in order to pick up antenna signals, not to mention I don't know what kind of reception this new park gets (though there is already an antenna on my new trailer, the guy who runs the park claims the antennas strewn throughout the place are ham radio antennas but I call bullshit, there's too many in too tightly a clustering for them to not by TV antennas.) So assuming I feel I can live without cable for that period I'll still need to buy a converter box, and if I get a second TV like I want then I'll need TWO converter boxes (because there's no way I can afford to buy a digital TV right now, but that's on my list). Of course I can get those coupons to help with cost but the coupons expire in 90 days after they mail them. It might be that long until the place is livable so I'll have to decide much earlier whether to get the box or boxes and then I'm kind of locked into either spending an assload of money I don't really have on cable or trying to survive on just antenna TV again for awhile, TV being my one inexorable addiction. So yeah.
A few weeks or so back there was a horrible thing that happened (that our local news of course just ate up, after all we are the community that spawned Casey Anthony) where a woman went to the gun range with her adult son and killed him and then herself. This made local news outlets forget about child-murdering-moron-with-trainwreck-family Casey Anthony for a few hours, before getting back to reporting the total lack of development in what they've all dubbed "The Case Against Casey". During this brief non-Anthony based news cycle they of course immediately released a suicide note and audio recordings made by the woman in which she explains that she had to kill herself and her son because she's the anti-Christ and if she didn't she would bring about the end of the world. I've been interested in the moral implications of this, it's an example of someone doing the absolute wrong thing for the best of possible reasons. Casey Anthony of course is a case of someone doing the absolute wrong thing for no apparent reason whatsoever, which is much more common.
Okay, so I don't have anything else to say about anything right now.
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Scatterbrained Nonsense
It's been SOOOO LONG since I bothered to blog! Guys it's actually been almost two months even since I did my last blog which was just me saying "Fuck". (I'll be sad to have that not be listed as my most recent post on TFFU, though. (Firefox's spelling suggestions for "TFFU": TOFU, TIFF, EFFUSE)).
Of course the reason I haven't done a blog in like forever yo is that
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTED!! --
Oh this Family Guy is on where Quagmire is surprised that none of the other guys have heard of Wings (the sitcom not the band with Paul and Linda McCartney or the things that are on the sides of birds and planes and Mercury's shoes and helmet that always seemed redundant as Hell stupid Olympian pantheon). I used to love Wings, but now I haven't seen it in so long I can't actually remember most of the character's names.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTION TERMINATED!! --
I actually have nothing to say. But actually it turns out I have lots to say because I've been Twittering like NON-STOP. Of course, as is customary (and required) my Twittering is in bursts of 140 characters and while my Tweets are virtually always in serialized form my thoughts really don't even deserve to be read you should probably go watch videos of girls eating poop on YouTube or if you wanted to do that and still read this you could always come back, the blog will wait...
Eh anyway I thought I'd just take my Twitter and bring that energy over here so as to get blog traffic. The idea reminds me that Project Wonderful (the BASTARDS) delisted my lonely little adbox again a while back and this time I didn't bother to fix it, though I noticed I've still had ads most of this time, so I apologize to whatever site wasted their pennies because I've been getting like NO traffic here. If it makes you feel better I can't get that money until I have at least ten dollars racked up and it's never going to make it that far.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTED!! --
Jillian should get her own Family Guy spinoff, she's funny, funnier than Cleveland anyway. Plus I'm pretty sure Drew Barrymore has NOTHING BETTER TO DO. Excluding that thing a few months ago, what movies has she been in in the last few years? NOTHING. Are we sure the porn star Drew Barrymore isn't the real Drew Barrymore in disguise? I hear former child stars usually have pretty solid brain rot.
I guess what I'm saying is Drew Barrymore's career is in the toilet and she should do porn. Sex tapes are the new comebacks.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTION TERMINATED!! --
I need to get one o' them magic Ashton Kutcher cameras to take pictures of my pastel pictures I've been doing. Or just some other decent digital camera, but I saw those in the store the other day and they're pretty affordable (I guess because for most people a cell phone camera fulfills all their digital camera needs.) I also need to move my pastel thingies because where I have them hanging now is where I need to hang my new dartboard. I got a dartboard (a proper old-school type with wires and all which as opposed to some crappy child-safe flimsy plastic alternative came with frickin' sharpened brass put-your-friend's-eye-out tipped darts, three green and three red) for 10 dollars but my room is so cramped there's only a few places where I can hang it that I'll be able to stand regulation distance when I'm throwing. RULES ARE IMPORTANT YO.
It might not be an issue that much longer, there's a trailer I'm planning to buy and fix up until it's FUCKING AWESOMETOWNE. The main thing that's in question now is how long it will take until we can upgrade it from moldy hobo-shanty to habitable space (or rather how long it will take for me to afford the materials we'll need to damn near re-build the place). But anyway it'll be pretty cool when I'm done with it, there's a closed-in porch that I'm going to seal up and turn into another room which will itself be almost as big as the entire rest of the trailer, and there's a room in front which will make an excellent bridge for when I get the warp nacelles attached. I have yet to decide if I'll use the TOS bridge setup (Helm and Navigation) or TNG (Operations and Flight Control), but I'll probably go with the TOS uniform color scheme (Gold for command Red for operations).
Okay, that's enough I guess. One of these days I need to get PW to relist my adbox.
Of course the reason I haven't done a blog in like forever yo is that
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTED!! --
Oh this Family Guy is on where Quagmire is surprised that none of the other guys have heard of Wings (the sitcom not the band with Paul and Linda McCartney or the things that are on the sides of birds and planes and Mercury's shoes and helmet that always seemed redundant as Hell stupid Olympian pantheon). I used to love Wings, but now I haven't seen it in so long I can't actually remember most of the character's names.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTION TERMINATED!! --
I actually have nothing to say. But actually it turns out I have lots to say because I've been Twittering like NON-STOP. Of course, as is customary (and required) my Twittering is in bursts of 140 characters and while my Tweets are virtually always in serialized form my thoughts really don't even deserve to be read you should probably go watch videos of girls eating poop on YouTube or if you wanted to do that and still read this you could always come back, the blog will wait...
Eh anyway I thought I'd just take my Twitter and bring that energy over here so as to get blog traffic. The idea reminds me that Project Wonderful (the BASTARDS) delisted my lonely little adbox again a while back and this time I didn't bother to fix it, though I noticed I've still had ads most of this time, so I apologize to whatever site wasted their pennies because I've been getting like NO traffic here. If it makes you feel better I can't get that money until I have at least ten dollars racked up and it's never going to make it that far.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTED!! --
Jillian should get her own Family Guy spinoff, she's funny, funnier than Cleveland anyway. Plus I'm pretty sure Drew Barrymore has NOTHING BETTER TO DO. Excluding that thing a few months ago, what movies has she been in in the last few years? NOTHING. Are we sure the porn star Drew Barrymore isn't the real Drew Barrymore in disguise? I hear former child stars usually have pretty solid brain rot.
I guess what I'm saying is Drew Barrymore's career is in the toilet and she should do porn. Sex tapes are the new comebacks.
-- THOUGHT INTERRUPTION TERMINATED!! --
I need to get one o' them magic Ashton Kutcher cameras to take pictures of my pastel pictures I've been doing. Or just some other decent digital camera, but I saw those in the store the other day and they're pretty affordable (I guess because for most people a cell phone camera fulfills all their digital camera needs.) I also need to move my pastel thingies because where I have them hanging now is where I need to hang my new dartboard. I got a dartboard (a proper old-school type with wires and all which as opposed to some crappy child-safe flimsy plastic alternative came with frickin' sharpened brass put-your-friend's-eye-out tipped darts, three green and three red) for 10 dollars but my room is so cramped there's only a few places where I can hang it that I'll be able to stand regulation distance when I'm throwing. RULES ARE IMPORTANT YO.
It might not be an issue that much longer, there's a trailer I'm planning to buy and fix up until it's FUCKING AWESOMETOWNE. The main thing that's in question now is how long it will take until we can upgrade it from moldy hobo-shanty to habitable space (or rather how long it will take for me to afford the materials we'll need to damn near re-build the place). But anyway it'll be pretty cool when I'm done with it, there's a closed-in porch that I'm going to seal up and turn into another room which will itself be almost as big as the entire rest of the trailer, and there's a room in front which will make an excellent bridge for when I get the warp nacelles attached. I have yet to decide if I'll use the TOS bridge setup (Helm and Navigation) or TNG (Operations and Flight Control), but I'll probably go with the TOS uniform color scheme (Gold for command Red for operations).
Okay, that's enough I guess. One of these days I need to get PW to relist my adbox.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sunday, March 01, 2009
Quitting While I'm Embarrassingly Far Behind
I think it goes without saying but "Ack."
Despite all the work I put into writing and designing it (and how positively thrilled I was to invent a comic with such a premise), I can't seem to get myself to actually draw my current comic project Joe Bivins: Man Genius.
Not willing to give up on it, I have resolved to find an artist. But during the time I'm pretending to look for an artist (my social phobias in the past have prevented this), the comic itself will unfortunately be suspended. I probably will try to, when I get around to it, finish the story I already started by myself, but after that the comic will go dark until I either find an artist or feel up to drawing it myself again.
Now those of us familiar with webcomics (and I know the two or three specific people who read my blog regularly all fit into that category) know that comics suddenly going dark are all too common, most of my favorite comics have either gone dark for extended periods with little or no notice or have stopped altogether after long periods of inactivity. Now most of the time this is because webcomic creators are by and large not that committed to their craft, after all webcomicking (like most of the internet's fledgling art forms) is an endeavour with few rewards besides the approval of a few anonymous internet passersby, and webcomickers frequently find themselves too busy to deal with such a self-imposed obligation and decide to let their creations starve while prioritizing their "real lives" (not to get judgmental or anything).
In my case I have no "real life", no obligations besides those I have self-imposed, no business but the business I've neglected and am now dropping; in my case the death of my comics is due to my own continuing state of unraveling. Those familiar with my previous rantings about the sad state of my life will recall up to a point my situation, which has since my last proper updates degraded in some ways (mainly abstract and existential in nature) and in other more concrete ways improved (for instance I have an income again because the government finally agreed with me and all the psychiatrists that I'm too screwed up to work for a living, and also I have cable). At any rate I've never been much of an artist, and have long since given up on trying to be one, and now I feel I can't continue to inexpertly scrawl out the crap I've been making. I'm still pretty confident in my writing abilities and so will continue to write comics but I can't continue to try to draw them (unless I have more ideas for Torando, I mean those pretty much draw themselves, huh?)
Anyway I'm going to try to update the Blog more since I can no longer rationalize neglecting it because I'm working on the comic.
So I'm looking for an artist now. That should go well, seeking and then working with someone, being completely socially inept as I am (and I'm not exaggerating whenever I say that, I seriously am virtually useless these days in one-on-one interactions whether in person or separated by some technological contraption.) Stay tuned readers for yet another spectacular failure!
Despite all the work I put into writing and designing it (and how positively thrilled I was to invent a comic with such a premise), I can't seem to get myself to actually draw my current comic project Joe Bivins: Man Genius.
Not willing to give up on it, I have resolved to find an artist. But during the time I'm pretending to look for an artist (my social phobias in the past have prevented this), the comic itself will unfortunately be suspended. I probably will try to, when I get around to it, finish the story I already started by myself, but after that the comic will go dark until I either find an artist or feel up to drawing it myself again.
Now those of us familiar with webcomics (and I know the two or three specific people who read my blog regularly all fit into that category) know that comics suddenly going dark are all too common, most of my favorite comics have either gone dark for extended periods with little or no notice or have stopped altogether after long periods of inactivity. Now most of the time this is because webcomic creators are by and large not that committed to their craft, after all webcomicking (like most of the internet's fledgling art forms) is an endeavour with few rewards besides the approval of a few anonymous internet passersby, and webcomickers frequently find themselves too busy to deal with such a self-imposed obligation and decide to let their creations starve while prioritizing their "real lives" (not to get judgmental or anything).
In my case I have no "real life", no obligations besides those I have self-imposed, no business but the business I've neglected and am now dropping; in my case the death of my comics is due to my own continuing state of unraveling. Those familiar with my previous rantings about the sad state of my life will recall up to a point my situation, which has since my last proper updates degraded in some ways (mainly abstract and existential in nature) and in other more concrete ways improved (for instance I have an income again because the government finally agreed with me and all the psychiatrists that I'm too screwed up to work for a living, and also I have cable). At any rate I've never been much of an artist, and have long since given up on trying to be one, and now I feel I can't continue to inexpertly scrawl out the crap I've been making. I'm still pretty confident in my writing abilities and so will continue to write comics but I can't continue to try to draw them (unless I have more ideas for Torando, I mean those pretty much draw themselves, huh?)
Anyway I'm going to try to update the Blog more since I can no longer rationalize neglecting it because I'm working on the comic.
So I'm looking for an artist now. That should go well, seeking and then working with someone, being completely socially inept as I am (and I'm not exaggerating whenever I say that, I seriously am virtually useless these days in one-on-one interactions whether in person or separated by some technological contraption.) Stay tuned readers for yet another spectacular failure!
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