I’m finishing off the script for Poorcraft this week, which accounts for the delay in updates.

Things should be back to normal Monday!

Go read it here.

Darwin Carmichael is Going to Hell is about a dude who accidentally maims the Dalai Lama, and as a result, has accrued massive, near-insurmountable karmic debt. This is kind of a big deal in his world, where karma is very real and determines a mortal’s fate after death. Without some drastic do-gooding, Darwin Carmichael is… well, I bet you can guess.

It’s not EXTREMELY long yet, so you can still read from the first strip. And I recommend you do. Lotsa fun.

http://spikewritesevandraws.tumblr.com/

He’s a pretty great guy. If you haven’t read Rice Boy, or Order of Tales, or Vattu yet, you probably oughta fix that.

This’ll be a dumping ground for comics and drawings we make together. Follow us!

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.

TAZ reader and all around-peach pcornelius, with Freeman Dyson at the International Space Development Conference.

You know Freeman Dyson, don’t you? The Dyson Sphere guy. He is kind of a big deal.

Thanks so much for sending this t’me, pcornelius!