Rain is an odd character for The Indies. In my greater imagination, she's sort of a wild-card character that can fit into a few different circumstances. In The Indies, she serves as sort-of an "Inara from Firefly" presence. She's not really involved and engaged in the goings on of the core cast, but shows up for a certain type of moral support. In this case, I really wanted to write some scenes away from Nat, and Rain's history with Penny let me do just that.
I say don't stop there. Let's expand this for congress seats, as well. I think there's a better chance of a congressman getting in through an internet campaign process, anyhow.
Hey folks. There might not be a comic this week. I came down with a major fever, and I'm barely able to move. Hopefully I can make it up to you.
I got knocked off schedule by the powdered-hand pimp-slap of a punk-ass virus. I got better enough to work on this week's The Indies today. It's half done, I'll have it finished by tomorrow. I'd like to put up something extra for being late, but I don't have any ideas. I'd ask Facebook, but last time I did that everyone voted for tentacle porn. And no.
Best Science Ever
This is my new favorite study of all time, ever. Science has just shown that dumb people are too dumb to realize they are dumb. I don't know if it's universal; I suck at comics but I've known that for years. Still, I think there is a major lesson we can take from this: telling uninformed people that they are stupid simply makes them angry and defensive, accomplishing nothing
Tardy Indies is Finally Up
I've only missed two Monday updates before this one, and it was because I was in Alabama with the Red Cross. Trying to catch up over the course of the work week sucked almost as much as the virus that KOed me. Anyway, The Indies is up and I should be back on track for this Monday.
My job is cool these days. Having been professionally building websites for 12 years now, my current employer looked to me to help with all kinds of planning, designing, maintenance and fixing. Really cool high-end stuff that required someone of experience. However, things have finally come full circle and at last I have a chance to do the thing I love most, the thing I'm best at. Building a damned web site.
Angst, why have you forsaken me
I think my tens of readers all know I can be a major angsty artist from time to time, so when it came time to canonically write some angst into my "artist's story about being an artist" that I'm getting out my system so I never have the urge to write one again, it was totally weird to spend the entire week in a delightful mood without an ounce of angst upon my heart. Fortunately, the comic turned out pretty fun regardless.
Oh, Hi Angst!
Funny that I haven't quipped for a couple weeks. Penny is very hard to write for. She doesn't like to open up unless she feels totally safe, and even then, what's going on emotionally is really difficult for her to put to words. Last Penny page I couldn't access my internal mire of angst, but this week I got good and deep into it. I think I've managed to just visit without opening the floodgates on the Tortured Artist Dam. Though, I didn't sleep at all last night in determination to get this page drawn. At least it looks nice, and we get to see Rain and Penny demonstrating Ian McConville's theory that in a Tolkienesque fantasy setting, the female midriff is utterly impenetrable, thus never requires armor.
Emerald City Comic Con 2012
I spent way, WAY too much at ECCC this year. Behold my loot. Beautiful, beautiful indie comics.
ECCC and Indies
Welp, another ECCC has come and gone, so I drew a special ECCC Comic for you, which is only slightly exaggerated. Also, The Indies updates as usual. We've never really seen Natalie's mind wander like this before, but it's part of the reason she understands Penny so well.
Big American Dance Party
Dick Clark is no longer America's oldest living teenager. He is now simply America's oldest teenager. Proving to not actually be immortal, Dick Clark has retired from hosting New Years celebrations and having new years. He has gone to heaven, but sources say he will travel with the USO to support troops serving tours of duty in hell. Dick Clark, dead at 82.
I got The Indies up a little early this week. I got a chance to sneak another comic into the background, since Terra Tempo is an educational fiction for kids. There's not really enough detail to show it, but the last scene takes place at the Jolly Roger Taproom. Yes, all four of them like beer, and everyone who likes beer loves The Nightwatch.
I shall now read from the book of Paul Revere, 2:11
"Now, my name is M.C.A, I've got a license to kill.
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill.
Now what do we have here? An outlaw and his beer?
I run this land, you understand, I make myself clear."
Paul Revere is my favorite Beastie Boys song. I love how they paint the picture of their partnership through the fictional tale of old west outlaws, without breaking character. I've never seen the video, but the imagery in the song is so vivid that I can see the story clear as day every time I hear it. It is not a deep song, It is not high art, but it always fun to listen to.
Adam M.C.A. Yauch, Dead at 47.
Natalie is very stubborn about this whole smartphone thing. Her phone is actually a hybrid design based on the two phones I had before I finally relented and got an Android. Handy as the prevalent gimcacks may be, I still have a romantic nostalgia for phone shaped phones.
Always a bunch of deaths at once
But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!”
And Max said, “No!”
The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.
Maurice Sendak, dead at 83.
I've learned that nothing gets my kitchen cleaner than deciding I want to spend the evening working on art.
Real artist for reals
I'm drawing pictures today, professionally. We need a set of folder icons for reports. I feel official.