- No.
- Six pence, daily.
- 42.
- A little.
- I don't know.
- English.
- Oxford comma.
- That's a stupid question.
- That's with an F, not a PH.
- Two T's.
- Large.
- Eleven or maybe ten and a half. It depends.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Frequently Questioned Answers.
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
BANDITOS
I met someone at a party recently, and that someone (Evan) recently spotted me chuckling over a copy of Wired (this April's article profiling gadget blogs Gizmodo and Engadget) in Foothill's cafeteria and reintroduced himself, sans rum-induced haze. Mr. Evan Nolastnameyet is a delightful fellow with the height and build of Mr. Patton Oswalt, which I mentioned to him at the party (but did not repeat this time around). He is a trained electrical engineer, which I suppose is what they call electricians these days. He is back at Foothill because although said occupation brings in the dollars, it does not fulfill him in a creative manner. So he's taking art classes, with the hopes of someday working on some sort of Futurama project.
I mentioned briefly that I had once worked on a webcomic with a friend in highschool. As a writer. My drawing abilities are so poor that my childhood dream of architecture was dashed when I realized that not only could I not draw buildings, I could barely scratch out a stick figure.
Then I mentioned that I missed working on said project. The lightbulb went off in Evan's head. He was looking for stuff to draw. I could give it to him. We started brainstorming ideas for a general concept. From my previous experiment with the medium, I found that trying to start with a concept is like trying to float a boat on dreams alone. Creative teams are forged, not found. I suggested that we start with a sort of non sequitur approach. You know. Make a bunch of strips until we find something, be they characters, a setting, or a genre. Plus, it's a good way for us to "feel each other out" in a totally not homosexual but at the same time entirely unhomophobic way.
In the course of the conversation, we started throwing out ideas. I mentioned my predilection for things steam-punk and noirish. He showed me a map of a high fantasy world, and high fantasy caricatures of his friends. From there, we giggled about certain tropes, demonic cats (cat hates owner, thirsts for blood, hijinks ensue), nerds/geeks+video game couch (hijinks ensue), and other staid, tired webcomic seed ideas. And then we stumbled upon a potentially untapped market: Mexican banditos. They make an excellent punchline, what with their inverted puncuation, outlandish moustaches, ponchos, sombreros, and revolvers. Plus, you could totally see someone wearing a webcomic shirt with "¡BANDITOS!" and some sort of cartoony, menacing in a sort of Yosemite Sam-ish way, bandito pointing a pair of Peacemakers at you.
Possible strip seeds:
I mentioned briefly that I had once worked on a webcomic with a friend in highschool. As a writer. My drawing abilities are so poor that my childhood dream of architecture was dashed when I realized that not only could I not draw buildings, I could barely scratch out a stick figure.
Then I mentioned that I missed working on said project. The lightbulb went off in Evan's head. He was looking for stuff to draw. I could give it to him. We started brainstorming ideas for a general concept. From my previous experiment with the medium, I found that trying to start with a concept is like trying to float a boat on dreams alone. Creative teams are forged, not found. I suggested that we start with a sort of non sequitur approach. You know. Make a bunch of strips until we find something, be they characters, a setting, or a genre. Plus, it's a good way for us to "feel each other out" in a totally not homosexual but at the same time entirely unhomophobic way.
In the course of the conversation, we started throwing out ideas. I mentioned my predilection for things steam-punk and noirish. He showed me a map of a high fantasy world, and high fantasy caricatures of his friends. From there, we giggled about certain tropes, demonic cats (cat hates owner, thirsts for blood, hijinks ensue), nerds/geeks+video game couch (hijinks ensue), and other staid, tired webcomic seed ideas. And then we stumbled upon a potentially untapped market: Mexican banditos. They make an excellent punchline, what with their inverted puncuation, outlandish moustaches, ponchos, sombreros, and revolvers. Plus, you could totally see someone wearing a webcomic shirt with "¡BANDITOS!" and some sort of cartoony, menacing in a sort of Yosemite Sam-ish way, bandito pointing a pair of Peacemakers at you.
Possible strip seeds:
- Little girl loses ice cream. Who's to blame? ¡BANDITOS!
- Election stolen. By whom? ¡BANDITOS!
- Code leaked. The source? ¡BANDITOS!
- etc.
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Reboot and the One Click Redesign
Tis the season for dusting off the ol' blogonet, heating up the coils on the computron, and making empty promises of frequent, regular posting from now into the great unknown future. Expect a flurry of posts enthused with naive optimism, and then a sudden, crushing silence as I lose interest.
I should be posting some sort of statement of intent, but really, I ain't got one. I suppose this is one way for me to follow that old writing bon mot of writing 500 words a day, but I'm not sure I've got that in me. I'm sure I average more than 500 words a day anyhow, if you count IMs, emails, and all other forms of correspondence I may engage in. And if you count shopping lists, well, hey, I'm sitting pretty.
So no promises for 500 words a day here. I'm not that guy. I'm not going to pretend to be that guy.
Instead, I will promise a single coherent thought, with at least some degree of elaboration up to the point where I get bored with said thought, and let it go. Things I may write about: pirate journalism, hatred (mine towards world), hatred (world towards me), hatred (mine towards the Game).
Enjoy standing under my raging bile duct. Peas out.
I should be posting some sort of statement of intent, but really, I ain't got one. I suppose this is one way for me to follow that old writing bon mot of writing 500 words a day, but I'm not sure I've got that in me. I'm sure I average more than 500 words a day anyhow, if you count IMs, emails, and all other forms of correspondence I may engage in. And if you count shopping lists, well, hey, I'm sitting pretty.
So no promises for 500 words a day here. I'm not that guy. I'm not going to pretend to be that guy.
Instead, I will promise a single coherent thought, with at least some degree of elaboration up to the point where I get bored with said thought, and let it go. Things I may write about: pirate journalism, hatred (mine towards world), hatred (world towards me), hatred (mine towards the Game).
Enjoy standing under my raging bile duct. Peas out.
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