Stop the presses
It’s been my birthday weekend, I’ve got the luck to have been born on St. George’s day, which I’ve noted before. This year it has been great and kind of whirlwind and a well-timed tax return and long-planned time off have eased the fun.
We got weekend passes to Bridgetown Comedy Festival, which has been amazing overall. We lucked out with getting totally acme sets from both Marc Maron and Brody Stevens and a solid Never Not Funny podcast taping, among a score of other performances.
A very quick stop in at the Stumptown Comics Fest for a homonym experience and to pick up the first chapbook of The Nintendo History System and something silly for a friend. There were so many people and it was weird to finally affirm that it was not my scene any more. If they change venues I may go again and browse the old fashioned way, but it’s not worth my effort to court nerves attempting to find a gem in the chaff when I can get reccs from friends and buy online.
So. 27, solidly in my late twenties. Nine years in FG, seven with Chase, over two and a half years at my job, near three years since I ended that comic, about a year and a half with the same haircut, painting my nails every week for the past year, writing more regularly for the past six months.
I’m doing okay.
Seriously, guy.
Better comics than this about history and things are always found at Kate Beaton’s place, gosh she is great.
Today I was gently harassed about maybe doing comics again. Dunno about that still. What I do know is that it is the awesomest thing in the world not to table. JOYS OF FREEDOM. All I had to worry about was takin’ some pictures and socialising.
I snagged goodies from:
- Ben (some minis I didn’t have yet)
- Spike (book three of Templar, AZ)
- Dylan (a print, somehow I didn’t have any Dylan art on our walls yet)
- Erika (collected DAR!)
- Kip (City of Roses teaser)
- Leslie (a purple Beastlie that Chase has decided looks like Forest Whittaker, so is now named “Forest”)
- BT/Robopocalypse (an embellished baseball card and a print)
- John (collected Painkillers)
Then I spent most of Sunday hanging out with Neal and Roxxy and the weather was beautiful. All around a totally boss weekend.
I’d gone and forgotten about webcomics. It’s been over a year since I finished Space Goth*, which is still in the WCN top 100, a thing I find bizarre. I’d put webcomics out of my mind enough by this time last year that when a co-worker realised that was where he’d heard my name before, I was surprised. I was even more surprised when I realised last week that it’d been well over a year since I uploaded the last page with barely contained relief.
I still sometimes think in that sequential image way, which is why I made the opening monologue of Richard III into a minicomic. Part of me meant to stick it up on the web, but that part of my brain did not communicate itself very well, so, y’know—I didn’t.
But this week I finally remembered. So there. If you wanted to see the opening monologue of Richard III with boobies and smoking, have at it.
*And yes, the dear three people who care, there is an epilogue, it is written, just not drawn.
If you don’t get it right off, it actually probably reflects positively on you.
(above shot by Chase)
Had I guessed that other people cared about the Joker’s socks in Dark Knight, I would have done some Google before mapping out the pattern myself. I am wickedly proud that it’s tileable though, and (I think) each colour is represented an even number of times. I am a nerd.