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I really do enjoy commerce. I’m a half-assed capitalist.
As you may have seen, I played with the title for a long time, but I’m willing to settle down and admit that this is the one. It works better for a lot of reasons. For one, the different spelling does subtly affect pronunciation, and it gives people something to hang their mental hats on, instead of something that sounds like a high-pitched fart.
Another reason is that, after printing many copies and looking at many copies and selling many copies, I decided I liked this way better.
I like the idea of a story that doesn’t have a precise name. That’s so retrograde and antifuture and unGoogle that I love it.
And, after seeing this story in the hands of many people, I am beginning to understand what it’s about. It’s my way of dealing with the future. My way of taking the future in manageable chunks. It isn’t really science fiction, except when I feel like it.
Occupy Frank was unaware of the ancient Rainbow tradition against going to the Black Hills without the invitation of the Lakota, so he manipulated Vision Council into an unprecedented split decision that cleverly maneuvered the scouts into finding a site in the contested territory between the Lakota and the USFS, provoking a reaction that split the Gathering into two factions, hereafter referred to as NORF* and Big Dinosaur**, one of whom refused to go to the Black Hills while the other insisted that everyone should go. Meanwhile, AIM and possibly the Grandmothers of the Lakota began gearing up to do some sort of roadblock or blockade as the family slowly realized that we were taking sides in a sovereignty fight between the USG and the Lakota, and we were on the wrong side, as well as distracting attention from a desperate fight against a uranium mine. Splinter gatherings developed, including the Antiques Roadshow on Mount Shasta, which happened to be on a Modoc holy site, so now the Modoc are agitating for the same level of respect that we were supposed to be giving the Lakota, but didn’t. Meanwhile, the rest of us are just going to Turtle Soup in Michigan or over to Shawnee, in southern Illinois.
Tell me that doesn’t sound like I made that all up.
*National Occupy Rainbow Family
**My favorite conspiracy theory: There’s a lot of money to be made in the Black Hills by paleontologists, what with their fancy government grants and museums. So the people who are trying to keep the Rainbow Gathering from overrunning the Lakota are obviously being paid by the fossil industry. Not fossil fuels, fossils.
And here is the piece that I’ve been working on for the last month. It’s the cover to a comic that I have been working on, I’ll give you more details as they become clearer.
If what you think you’re seeing is a monkey with a katana attacking a dudebro with a rose tattoo and a nonfunctioning garden hose while the members of the Captain Planet team look on in varying attitudes of dismay, then you’re right. I consider this an accurate representation of the future of humanity.
I haven’t actually gotten to read the script yet, but I’m really looking forward to it.
If you’re curious, about thirty hours went into this. Yeah, I know, I took too long. But I was really having fun with it.
Because of utter madness with the Rainbow Gathering, putting a new roof on my parents’ house, doing a commission and now my daughter accidentally biting her tongue and spending the night in ER, I am a bit behind and you’ll just have to look at this lovely painting I did for Houston Zine Fest/Menilfest this year.
Gaze ye upon it! See ya on Monday with more of Leda’s exciting misadventures….
The comics industry is the reductio ad absurdum of hard work. Comics takes the smartest, freest spirits it can find and says, “I know a way you can work twice as hard for one tenth the profit.” Comics is like running with lead weights on, because if you ever took the weights off you’d be able to run like the wind, but you’re never going to take the weights off, because that would be quitting. Comics will take you to the most amazing places, none of which you will be able to afford.
Maybe the real reason Tron and films like that are so scary is that they posit a world where computers are pretty much running everything and doing computer things and only keep us around to fight for their amusement.
Deep down we all know interstellar combat won’t be exciting, at all. It’ll be asteroids hitting cities from millions of miles away, spaceships instantly flash-fried by lasers on the other side of the sun. There will be no human drama, only instant cessation of life. Any movie you see them fighting with swords in space, flying their combat starfighters in space, infantry advancing in ranks with a 3d banner of their Fearless Leader held over their head is impossible. The only way that could ever occur is if somebody built a perfectly functioning society — or a robot that built such a thing — and then let us fight on the surface, like two cavemen strangling each other on the hood of a car. Star Wars, Firefly, Battlestar Galactica and Avatar all describe the worst-case scenario for humanity. They are neither more nor less realistic than Tron.
Sometimes I wish my art style would level off and be consistent from piece to piece or even panel to panel. But I’m also glad that I keep improving. I’ve been looking back at work I did a year ago for ten years now and every time it’s horrifying how clumsy and inexpert it is, and the stuff from five years ago is just nightmarish. What brightly-colored goo it all was.
I guess if I have to stand for something I might as well stand for constant improvement.
Sitting here watching David Milch on youtube just go on and on and on about crazy people he has known, many of them named Dick or Larry, most of them dead by now. What a character this dude is. Just turned 70. Hope medical science keeps him around for a long while.
This is nearly as good as one of his shows. This guy is a total law student turned acid casualty guru. You need a good family and an unerring desire to live to survive as many drugs as this guy’s done.