Even though I am writing a comic book about a child being horribly kidnapped, I do not think this story would be improved if there was a gun in the home. Guns are stupid. I don’t even like playing with them in my imagination.
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So when I am not drawing comic books for you fine folk, I write articles for the internet. I use a variety of internet services for this, none of them pay particularly well. It’s sort of grueling work, in a weird and lazy way. You can make as much as you want, but you have to put in the time to do it, and it is dang difficult for a person as perpetually distracted as myself to put in more than a few hours a day on anything besides drawing, and I usually have about thirty drawings I’m working on at a time.
“One of the many ways that green homes are going to revolutionize our living experience is that they will remember, respond, and adapt to the people that live there.”
I just wrote that. It was 29 words. I could have said it six words, but I wouldn’t have gotten paid as much.
Now that the internet is literally my job, when I’m not drawing pictures on it I’m writing letters for it, everything is a little different.
I do love working from home, though. My garden is doing great.
I am actually writing these posts weeks in advance, which is a switch for me. At first I was trying to write the sorts of things that I thought people wrote in blog posts, but that quickly became dull. I really miss the Livejournal days and the endless writing that I used to do, so I thought I’d try that again.
I have a facebook and twitter and such, if you are interested in the endless minutae that I wonder about every day. In this format I think I’ll try to get back to writing bigger and more complicated things, but I have a bad record with statements of intention, so I wouldn’t count on that. In any case, I have decided that every post of Feef should be accompanied by words, especially since Feef is such a slow story (at a panel a week, I’ve already penciled the first two years, so once I have a comfortable lead expect faster updates. I just have a kid on the way, so I’m scheduling much further in advance than before). Hopefully this will cause my brain to keep the subconscious routine open that generates blog posts. It’s interesting, because when you do something all the time, it gains momentum. It’s exactly like leaving a Firefox window open in your mind. Here’s to hoping for consistent inspiration.
Merry Christmas, which it will be by the time some of you read these words, and after for most of you.
It turns out that the most “American” car in America is the Toyota Avalon, which is like 85% assembled in Georgetown Kentucky, lord only knows where the parts come from.
I guess the first thing this means to me is that I owe Martha Layne Collins an apology. She was governor of Kentucky in the early 80s, and she actively enticed Toyota to come to Georgetown. If one assumes that the economy is doing something positive and that slightly better cars are better for the environment than slightly worse cars and that our entire car culture is not propelling us into a confrontation with this generation’s General Winter, by which I mean that if every step towards cars is a step towards our own doom, then there is no good step in that direction, but if there is such a thing as a good step in that direction, bringing Toyota to Georgetown was it.
If nothing else it gives Central Kentucky a leg up in the inevitable robot wars to come.
So I finally got around to it and started to study Jack Kirby. I think I sort of get it, a little better, now, mostly, sort of. One thing is that he liked to fill every inch with texture, to the point where it doesn’t even look good. So far I’ve noticed that he was really, really good at outlining bones and muscle groups with hard, flat planes. So that pretty much puts the kibosh on the idea that he didn’t know anatomy. You gotta actually know where the bone goes to put that precise squiggle there, and if it works any other way I’d like to know about it.
Crossposting has been quite wack for this series so far, I swear to you I’m working on it, I desperately need to take a course in web design and get this stuff on track. In the mean time, here are the nine panels of Feef that I’ve published so far:
Gewel and I are going to have our first child at home. It is expensive. It is extremely expensive. It costs $3,000, I guess taxes are included, if not, it costs more.
If you feel like lifting some of this burden from our economic life, please, feel free.
It must be a little odd to hear me talking about the kid as the same time as I’m posting this terrible story about a kid in danger, but hey, keeps it interesting.
Having kids means a lot of worrying. The kid isn’t even here yet and I feel a little overwhelmed. Don’t ask me how people do it, because I already know how people do it. They just get used to the feeling of being in over their head all the time, and the grace of life carries them along, except when it doesn’t, and when it doesn’t that’s just too bad. I understand that, but I’m not exactly looking forward to it. There’s one amazing thing about being single and lonely and meaningless in this world; you aren’t responsible for anyone else. I always knew this without knowing what it meant.
Vermin Supreme did not win. Here in Travis County, they didn’t even record my vote for him. It turns out that only pre-registered write-in candidates are allowed in Texas.
I am sure this is evidence of some ancient and epic fraud but who knows how long ago, coulda been Sam Houston did this to freeze out a shipwrecked Horatio Hornblower who mighta won it if not for this specific shenanigan.
Anyway, it’s in our state laws, so it’s unlikely to change anytime soon. Texas. It’s the Ravenloft expansion for America.