Oh dear. Really slacking, lately. I will fix that. I hope.
I have done this repeatedly.
The San Diego Comic Con is rapidly approaching. In case I haven’t mentioned it, I will be on a panel, Nappy Hour, hosted by Keith Knight. We shall be accompanied by Dwayne McDuffie, among others. It will be like every other panel full of black people at Comic Con, except no rappers and less whining about stupid bullshit we all forgot to care about. It’ll be from 10:30 to 11:30 a.m, on Friday, in Room 3.
By the by, there is a proposal for a TAZ wiki in the new forums. If you would be down for contributing and updating the thing, I would probably implement one! Make your voice be heard!
Hey guys, I dunno if you know yet, BUT.
– I will be at the San Diego Comic Con. I will be with Blank Label Comics, booth 1330, in Webcomics Alley.
– The Blank Label site is back up! it’s a comic collective I’m part of. It consists of Kel McDonald, author of Sorcery 101, Dave Willis of Shortpacked!, and myself. The forums are back up, too. Including my new one, with a resurrected Banana Thread. (NWS.) PARTAKE.
Saddle shoes, poodle skirt, fan letter in gel pen and fainting spell not included.
This started out as a goof-off in Paint Tool SAI, which I’ve never used before. (I really like it now, though.) I’ve been thinking about Ordinary ever since my last Ustream, where I mentioned it for the first time in years.
The basic premise is sort of an anti-Templar; a lot of unconnected vignettes, featuring very few characters, primarily the two in the fake logo thing above.
The human (no prizes for guessing who I stole his looks from) is named Milton. He’s in his mid-twenties, lives with his little brother and stepmother, and is the all-purpose guy at a second-run/artsy movie house. He’d be an obnoxious film school asshole if he could afford it, but he can’t, so he’s just an overbearing film buff, the kind who snorts and rolls his eyes if you dare to enjoy movies he doesn’t approve of. His affect is slightly manic and sullen; he feels left behind by his marrying, child-bearing, good-job-having former friends, professionally frustrated, and generally dissatisfied.
The demon-like creature… His name changes every time I remember this idea, but for now, he’s Fitch… is Milton’s present object of attention. Fitch’s origin is intentionally murky, although comments suggest he, and a lot of things like him, are recent arrivals to the physical world. He has a social worker named Sandy, doesn’t sleep, doesn’t age, is filled with cold black smoke instead of meat, is functionally immortal (but could be “killed” with a paper cut), and has the mind (but not the intellect) of a child; what does the work of a brain in Fitch’s body is stuck in the permanent knowledge sponge mode that humans experience for most of their early childhood.
Milton’s curiosity about Fitch is pretty rude and demanding, but Fitch either doesn’t know enough to recognize him as inappropriate, or doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. Their like-a-friendship-I-guess begins primarily because Milton is horrified by Sandy’s reading list for Fitch (which includes Bridge to Terabithia, The Star-Bellied Sneeches, and Peter Rabbit) and appoints himself Fitch’s instructor in the human condition, primarily by way of Fellini, D. W. Griffith, Herzog, Lynch and Welles movies.
There was more to it than that, naturally. But I’m probably never gonna get around to it anyway.