Sleeping late gives me cat ears.
Moral reform is the effort to throw off sleep. Why is it men give so poor an account of their day if they have not been slumbering? They are not such poor calculators. If they had not been overcome with drowsiness they would have performed something. The millions are awake enough for physical labor; but only one in a million is awake enough for effective intellectual exertion, only one in a hundred million to a poetic or divine life. To be awake is to be alive. I have never met a man who was quite awake. How could I have looked him in the face?
It seems to me I’ve abandoned any trace of a scheduled comic update, my bad. Between the lallygagging, prokrasternating, and mucking around, it’s just so hard to find the time.
For other OS X users out there who are looking for something new to listen to, Peel is an amazing app. Essentially, it is an audio-blog reader with a GUI smooth as butter and flush with that of iTunes. Allowing you to subscribe to audio-blogs (aka mp3 blogs) with ease, and quickly download choice tracks directly into your iTunes library. A vast directory of mp3-toting blogs can be found here, but a blog aggregating site such as The Hype Machine make is a lot easier to find one that may cater to your tastes. Currently Peel is a free public beta, and they indicate it will be $15 when polished.
Cactus honey on rice crisps with cold pizza
Ingredients: Honey, Japonica Rice, Corn Oil, Sea Salt, and Pizza. Warning: may contain traces of dairy, soy, sesame, nuts.
I owe you some comics, so here’s a diversion; s short children’s story I wrote last year. Enjoi.
Mat’s Late Late Late Night Adventure
Listened to a report on NPR about the “ethanol boom”. Most interesting point made was how Henry Ford had predicted increased use of alcohol fuels as oil becomes too expensive. “The fuel of the future” he called it, “…and it always will be” his critics added.
Swiped from Unfogged:
There are a couple of short YouTube clips here. Summary:
Obama says that the war has “wasted” over 3000 young American lives. Apologizes.
Soldiers says that they don’t like it when people say they “support the troops” but don’t support the war. Soldiers think that means their comrades died in vain.
Guess what? Those lives were wasted, and their comrades died in vain. The fact that it’s massively depressing and terrible to contemplate this fact can’t be allowed to mean that we’ll act as if it’s not a fact. One of the oft-noted and truly perverted things about war talk is that we let more soldiers die in vain so that we don’t have to admit that they’re dying in vain.
They way I see it, when you enlist you are giving your body to the military. Alongside the obvious risks to life and limb, you are trusting your superiors, your commanding officers, and the government you’ve sworn to protect, to make good decisions about where and how you are deployed.
I can understand how within the military, support for the current objective is necessary to ensure high morale; I can understand how high morale improves fighting condition and may make soldiers more effective; I can understand how more effective soldiers have better chances of survival. However, we should not take from this that support for the war is necessary for the safety of our troops, or that not supporting the war is not respectful of the 3125 soldiers who have lost their lives, or the 23,417+ wounded.
(Numbers as of February 3rd 2007, source)
In the second video, when the soldier says that he wishes “skeptics [would] come over and see what it’s like first hand, before criticizing”, I have to disagree. There is no worse place to gain an objective perspective on a war, than at the receiving end of an improvised explosive device.
I also disagree with their claim that it is not possible to support the troops but not the war. In fact I believe those two things are (currently) the same. When I say I support the troops, I mean that I want them to be used effectively and appropriately. When I say I don’t support the war, I mean that I don’t believe our force is being used effectively or appropriately. You know what the best thing you can so for a soldier is? Not need them to fight.
I just watched Jesus Camp, and I’m afraid. I’m afraid that the idea of a separation between church and state is unacceptable to the fundamentalist Christian, to the evangelical. I’m afraid at how readily people will knowingly accept indoctrination over education. I’m afraid of those who worry not of the Earth, and instead act in the interest of higher salvation. I’m afraid of what happens when the world ends, but god is long since dead.
Torrent of the movie here.
ALSO: Happy Darwin Day!
The Devil's work.
Finally finished this:
and towards it I feel meh.
I realize that the project I imagined as Foil’d Revolutionaire may actually be a bit too ambitious. Instead I should be focusing myself on the much simpler and more manageable Another Journal Comic. This strip pretty much embodies this decision. I’d still like to complete the series of illustrated philosophical vignettes that is Foil’d Revolutionaire someday, but I need to work on my writing for a while first.
This one goes out to Goldy.
That tired sensation.
No comic to post tonight, that’s two times I’ve missed my schedule for those keeping count. I’m the only one keeping count.
I’ve been working on the first page of Foil’d Revolutionaire since about five in the afternoon, and it’s not done yet. Not like “oh it’s done but he’s a perfectionist so he’ll be touching it up for a while”, more like “Wow, he spent eight hours doing what?”
I used to wish for such an effective way to pass the hours, but this is too effective. Just like in that Goosebumps where the two kids find a magic bag that gives them anything they want, but it always comes out wrong. The chocolate they wished for tasted bitter and they spat it out. Maybe those kids just didn’t know what good dark chocolate tastes like? Yes, I’d liken Foil’d Revolutionaire to a refined dark chocolate.
I promise myself now that this comic will be worth the ruin it will inevitably bring to my life. I hope I hope I hope I hope.
That new sensation.
Popped in to my head at about 2:45pm today. This will encompass several projects I’ve wanted to do for some time now, and will keep me company on the warm and lonely nights. I’d like to share as much information about this project as I could right now, but I’m hoping to leverage this urge to share as a motivation for me to complete at least this, the first story. I present to you the cover of Foil’d Revolutionaire #1:
Feh meh heh?
No comic on this Monday, alas and alack. Instead I offer up for internet consumption three self portraits:
I’d like to do a comic in the style of the third portrait. First I’d need a story, which I could then storyboard, then photograph, and then illustrate. It can’t be about me, since one autobiographical comic is already more than enough for me to handle. Maybe I can somehow get this to work with my creative writing class, could be very nice.
It's funny because it's true.
Who wants to learn how to communicate visually without annoying speech blurbs? I do, I do, I do. Not only because I think my handwriting is the anchor holding me down, but because I’d like to be a better cartoonist. Comicist? Is there a proper term for someone who is an artist, but more specifically a producer of comics?
Lobster, Otter '08
My hand hurts, and all the credibility I get from not just copying and pasting that damn bathroom background can’t make it feel any better.
I’m going to be making a stencil for tee shirts, or other torso sized areas, and it will proceed as such:
I hardt Django
We all do. Who cares if it’s so “prolish” to wear legible clothing, Mr. Reinhardt was a gypsy jazz musician for the masses, perhaps.