Someone remind me not to do another scene on a rooftop ever again if I can help it.
So I first learned this fact about the Sun a year ago. Yes, I lived in a reality where the Sun was made of burning gas up until I was 23-24 or so. Until I heard this song: Why does the Sun Really Shine by They Might Be Giants – on a wonderful podcast “It Might Be Science” by WNYC Radiolab. I like plugging Radiolab. Makes me feel smarter.
I always get paranoid I’ll get facts wrong with something I publish. But anyway, who knows. In 10 or so years they’ll probably say the sun isn’t only made of plasma but a large percentage of dark matter too or something. Oh well.
Thanks to my friends Andre and Albert who teach our group of friends sign language. It’s been fun learning so far and it’s really an nifty skill. Communicating to each other in middle of a loud dance party, from across the room, under water whilst scuba diving… etc.
And yes, this was indeed one of the first things I asked how to sign.
If you haven’t read the article already, this probably totally didn’t make any sense. So here is the article:
7 Basic Things You Won’t Believe You’re Doing Wrong
And if you’re too lazy to read the whole damned thing, the basic gist is that; a> You’re not supposed to brush your teeth right after you eat – some of the acids in our foods help break down the harmful stuff on our teeth and gums, b> You’re not supposed to sit down when you’re doing your 2’s – the best position is to actually squat like they do in some Asian countries, c> It’s normal to wake up in the middle of the night. Don’t fight it, just relax, meditate or do other “recreational” things… then fall asleep naturally; and d> Taking daily showers is bad for your skin.
So setting aside the argument of whether or not “planking” was responsible for taking a life a week a go, (and I guess it’s kind of like the argument of whether or not video games spawn high school mass shootings and other random acts of violence), my imaginary basset hound basically thinks that “planking” is a very lame past time.
But that’s just what Marvin thinks. So if you’re planking for a bit of fun and you catch me looking at you all funny, it’s because I made this deal with my imaginary dog. The things people do for shits and giggles!
This page was brought to you by the persistence of my loyal friend and reader, Fee who said I had no excuse not to deliver this week. Last week was my birthday and I had a bit of a change in schedule so the week went by and I just didn’t find the time. Blah blah blah who cares about my issues.
This has been a good experiment in terms of pushing some clarity in my drawing. Taking away the element of colour takes away a bit of life I think – I had to work a little harder to make the drawings more interesting… hoping the more I do this, the more it will help me get practice with posing and exaggeration. So it might be likely that future pages will be monotone – except for the odd stroke of euphoric mood that calls for a colour strip. Saves me a bit of time, pushes my drawing skills.
Alright, I’m just making excuses to disguise cutbacks.
I also realise this might loose half of my audience – the half that doesn’t watch the ever awesome show, Dr Who. If you really must desperately flatter me and try your best to understand this comic, please watch the episodes (alternatively Youtube/Wiki the keywords) “The Empty Child” and “Blink” and/or “Time of the angels,” “Flesh and Stone.”
Boom! Third week in a row!
Thank you Zay, my spellchecker!
p.s. Having a geeky dad is THE BEST. 🙂
So I’ve always wanted to start a webcomic but after scribbling down pages and pages about characters and what the comic would potentially be about… it would often turn to blubber. It never felt like it had enough purpose, you know?
Then I thought.. heck, why not make the occasional comic blog? Maybe over time I’ll have enough to have a bit of a web comic? It’s a bit of a self indulgence making myself the main character. But, well, sometimes I have smart ass things to say, so let’s see how this goes.
And before you wonderful writers out there approach me and say, “I have an idea for a comic and I’d love an artist to work with me,” … unfortunately I’ve been down that road before and it never really worked out. There are only 2 conditions I might accept — 1) I get paid a fair sum 2) You’re a very good friend that I work extremely well with (Hullo Fee!) Sorry but I’ve made empty promises before and I always feel bad when nothing materialises! I do need some sort of incentive because i have a bazillion things I want/need to do!
Like prepare for a zombie apocalypse.