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[May. 26th, 2009|04:02 pm] |
Everything is coming together in that way that it precisely never does. My terrible job gives me a little bit of money a week, but not really enough to save. I can't afford to pump money into my terrible, semi-functioning phone, which would be a huge help in getting a newer, better job. I'll probably stop by NYPIRG and see if those scoialist bloodsuckers would like my help. They might, even.
Creatively, I just can't focus. I have thought enough about the story (Artificial Romance) to give it some kind of nebulous ending, and the format sounds like it could be kind of fun, but we will see, ultimately, if I feel up to it. I also have had the idea of doing a personal adaptation of "Our Friends From Frolix 8" by Philip K dick, just to practice and ultimately just have sitting around. It sounds like a lot of work, but it may be worth it in the end. It's just a total nihilistic science fiction noir-type story in the way that only Philip K. himself can pull off, I really think I can do it justice. Janna as Charley. Billy as Chairman Gram. Keyhoe as Eric Cordon. It almost writes itself! Draws itself, I will not be doing most of the writing.
I am occasionally seeing a very pretty girl with a child. I tried to celebrate my birthday with a little bit of free drinking due to bartender lady interest, then I woke up in jail. Police are very rude, I do not like them. The pretty girl in question still thinks I am at least occasionally datable, so I men I really have very little reason to say no at this point. Dating (or writing) do not seem to be my strong suits at the moment. |
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| Someone please explain Shoe to me. |
[Apr. 20th, 2009|12:14 pm] |
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There is, like, a fat bird in glasses. He often seems to sit at a typewriter. Maybe he's a reporter or something? He could be an accountant. I have no fucking idea. The last panel of every comic has Shoe(???) staring sort-of out at the reader saying something wistful, all droopy-eyed. I've seen him talk to children, or maybe grandchildren, I think? Maybe he has a son. I don't know.
I find it amazing that I've seen Shoe every Sunday, at least, in a comics page and I still don't know anything about it. Maybe it's secretly really good? Does anyone know? Please fill me in. |
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| A Clarification. |
[Jun. 30th, 2008|03:15 pm] |
School In Summertime. "I hate Bicheal Burner's horrific, malformed art so much, I am glad he died horribly. Of cancer."
Class In Session. "Well, I was never a big fan of Burner's art, but he died too young. My condolences to his family, friends, and fans."
School In Summertime. "Beph Boeb is such a terrible, slapdash hack of a writer, I'm surprised his entire family hasn't died horribly! Of cancer! Instead of just his son!"
Class In Session. "Beph Boeb is a fucking hack." |
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| Haiku Challenge #3: Zombie Ayn Rand |
[Sep. 28th, 2007|03:38 am] |
The first two Haiku Challenges are lost to time, but from now on I will be logging them here. Feel free to add some haikus.
Today's Haiku Challenge may not make many sense to the dulled, unlearned masses that I am implying you are a part of if you don't get what I'm talking about, but it is certain to be "insanifun" (I like this word, I think I'll use it in conjunction with Billy Stupendous' old "radicool"). Anyway, the challenge is thus: a haiku about the reanimated corpse of Ayn Rand, perhaps the most terrifying thing I can think of. Here we go!
Zombie? No, not I
Liberals, they eat more brains
The minds of the weak
Chewing on a face
Rugged individual
One corpse against all
Russian zombie moan
A is A and can't be B
Can't observe "alive"
And, of course, let us not forget the responses to Haiku Challenge #2: Happy 9-11.
B.K. wrote a pretty nice haiku, here:
look up in the sky
its a bird,a plane,no wait
its just george w bush
Sarah, I'm sorry but this is not actually a haiku:
what the hell does this mean and what the hell is so happy about 9/11?
And that was it. Those were all the responses. NEVER FORGET, INDEED. |
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| Choke |
[Sep. 26th, 2007|05:02 pm] |
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I'm having one of those "fuck everything" days. I've quit smoking, but, for the life of me, I still can't breathe. I'm tired of mucus. (yes, you needed to know, quiet)
In other news, important news, I've got a new top-secret project in the works for DC's abominable Zuda Comics project. I'm a big fan of the writer I'm teaming with, so at least I'll have that going for me. Luckily, initial Zuda submissions are limited to eight pages, so I won't be killing myself over it, either.
On a related note, Artificial Romance chugs along very nicely. I've got a workable script and I'm four pages in, so I give it about three months, all told. I'm considering not releasing it until I've got two in the can. Not so sure. Does anyone think releasing complete issues on a bi-monthly basis directly to the site would inhibit repeat visitors? I'm reluctant to do single-page updates- my stories aren't punchline-based, if you see what I'm saying. Also considering making .cbr copies available for direct download, so you can view the issue in your favorite scan-viewer. Thoughts, anyone?
Another thing I've been mulling over- indie comics don't really do the "shared universe" concept. Might be fun to get together with some other folks sometime and hammer out a shared, non-superhero setting to tell some stories in. Don't know if it would be something I'd want to stay married to for too long. Hmm. I'll have to think about the format a little more.
Now to spruce up the living room a little bit before settling in with an Oktoberfest or two and the word processor ... |
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