It snowed today. Big, fluffy white flakes, lightly covering the ground. Over coffee I was told there were 3 inches of the stuff piled up, about a half hour north. "Enough to snowmobile on!" someone said, before refilling his tall coffee. With most of the leaves gone, it made the world look frosted; as if winter'd been here a fair bit of time, and we had been nothing but daydreaming fools to conjure up something as frivolous as summer.
It snowed today. The neighbor's cats curled up on their chair, together, for warmth and comfort, wanting to come back inside their home. I don't understand why their owner doesn't let them inside. They aren't bad cats. Just inside cats, befuddled by the out-of-doors and clinging to what's familiar. They spend much of their time sleeping on the chair outside, and staring at the door. They've been outside for weeks at this point, but still seem fed. At least they seem to know where their property is, and to stay out of the road. No point in calling animal control - the cats look healthy enough and they won't step in for clear cases of abuse, much less for two kitties left outside.
It snowed today. But you don't say it out-loud, or it will jinx things, make the snow come worse, horrible storms and wind and ice. So you gesture, or you spell it out, unless you're brave. Superstition clings in some areas. Or habit. We all know the winds don't come because you say it. But we try not to say it too much anyway.
It snowed today and the snow stayed upon the ground most of the morning, before vanishing into the earth, my plants turning yellow with the damp and the cold. The grape vine froze, and I said goodbye to summer.
One of the challenges of writing a superhero comic book which reflects and is inspired my own life is that the genre demands lots of high-energy conflict, while the source material is mercifully thin in that regard.
The way I usually address this is to write the inner and interpersonal conflicts realistically, and then let the super-battles grow out of them. And then sometimes the plot and the genre just demand some fights. So, sometimes I just do some fights.
For example, at the end of issue 13 I needed to show that the bad guy plan was bearing fruit. I needed to show that they were starting to beat heroes. So, what better way to show this than to have them take down the until-now invulnerable Sidekick? The scene work pretty well, as he is in one move, not only defeated physically, but also emotionally. He has never been hurt before. Relatively minor injuries open him up to the terror of vulnerability that everyone else deals with every day. For a scene which is essentially a plot point, it packs some punch.
Plus, it promises a heart-wrenching scene between Sidekick and Flamethrower. She has never seen him hurt before, and this new potential fear is something that they will have to work through together. Not really allegorical, but a nice scene.
And then the other day I was talking with my boss about the dangerous environment in which we work. After being punched by a student, I had to deal with the fact that I could actually get hurt here. That is scary for me, but it is far scarier for the people who love me. For example, my girlfriend.
What I thought I was writing as side-plot to advance the main story.... turns out was a pretty straight-up allegory for a very challenging dilemma I am currently facing.
Whitechapel, I need your thoughts. My webcomic PITCH BLACK will soon hit a hundred and fifty strips. I've started thinking about the art style, and some of the readers have been understandably weirded out by the lack of mouths. So I'm trying to update the art style without losing the soul of the comic. I've made an original strip comparing the old and the new:
And I've remade an older strip. Here's the original:
I was just reading another thread abut politics here and it got me to thinking. careful now, huh. I'm a staunch non-voter, having never voted once in the 17 years i've been able to. At this moment in time i don't plan on ever doing so either. Its not that i don't care who's in power, more the fact that i have no faith in the whole process. It seems to me that all i would be doing by voting is choosing who would be lying to me for the next four years. Election promises from politicians are little more than a waste of this planet's oxygen resources. On top of that, i really don't believe that the parties or the politicians listen to, or give a shit about what the people think. Maybe if i was a multi-millionaire or someone claiming lots of benefits it would make a difference to me what party was in power, but as things are, i'm neither. I'm a working-class plebian, who'll get shafted in taxes no matter what hand they take them from. I can't hear no fucking violins. oh well....best get to the point of this gripe i suppose. What really grates with me is when i'm told i 'can't talk about politics' or 'the current situation' or that 'my opinion doesn't matter' 'because i don't/won't vote'. Why should anyone have to vote if they feel there's no-one worth voting for? And why should they have to compromise their stance just to validate their opinions? I'm not entirely sure that last question makes complete sense, apologies if it doesn't. Apologies also for my grammar. /end gripe Just wondered what others thoughts are on the subject, if any..
Tonight, oldhat, steevo, lucid seraph, spike3185, Rachael Tyrell and I went to a place where there is beer, in copious amounts, and people who went to NYCC2010, in somewhat less copious amounts.
In front of a halal food truck, I was asked to explain the US political process in terms of Transformers.
"Well, see, there are these two groups. One group are the decepticons, and another are...um...yes, autobots, that's it. And they are supposedly fighting each other, but REALLY there are producers funding the whole thing and choreographing the moves and it's all fake and a ploy to make money off the people who are forced to watch."
So there's this guy who busks outside the Beer Store. (In Ontario, you buy your beer at the Beer Store. Or the Liquor Store. The Beer Store used to be called "Brewer's Retail" but everybody called it the Beer Store and so the name, she was changed.) The thing is, the instrument he uses is a saw. He's got a handle on the end and he bends it to make noise, giving it an ethereal, almost electronic-like quality to the sound. He can only play a few "songs" and they only let him busk there for a limited time, because his "instrument" is kinda ... annoying.
So I see him a few times. He plays "Somewhere Over The Rainbow", "When You Wish Upon A Star" and a couple of other "tunes". I get to chatting with him and ask him why he doesn't play the Doctor Who theme. "Hmm, I don't know that one", he says so I whistle it for him. He tries it and says he'll work on it.
Flash-forward a couple weeks later. He sees me ride up on my bike to get some beer (mmm ... beer) and he starts playing the Doctor Who theme song. Pretty well, too. Better than "When You Wish Upon a Fucking Star", anyway.
Just trying to nerd-up the universe as much as possible, me.