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Questionable artwork and pedantic miscellany
August 27, 2012
He is the caricature of one of the game’s designers and bears a striking resemblance to Bert from Sesame Street.

page 52.5 of that.

Good news is that i am getting better at tablet usage. Some less good news is that this really looks like somebody used a tablet for it.

No more bar scenes, thankfully, except for a brief optional interlude a few pages on. It appears I have totally given up trying to create convincing interiors. I tried to make manga action lines, repeatedly. It is not my fate to accomplish that.

If I am getting closer to developing a system through which I know precisely how much space I need to allocate for each element for the best effect, it is not evident here. I really should not try and force so many figures into such small spaces and then try and give them all lines to say.

All my focal characters are invariably surrounded by little people that they can toss around when they get mad. Some of those may be muppets and not gnomes.



August 25, 2012
Social entertainment powered by the passions of fans.


I had attached above a previous entry but it was a totally different topic so I suppose it’s worth placing separately.

I overheard that Lance Armstrong is being “stripped” of his titles due to palling around with dopes, a truly revile-worthy act. If you want to punish him, let Lance Armstrong keep his titles but strip him of the name “Lance Armstrong” that is synonymous with the sport moreso than his trophy collection or whatever he won apart from the money that is not also being stripped of him. Maybe we should just strip him in general, in public, wherever he goes. The anti-dope authority could have operatives that follow him around in disguise and yank his clothes off at the worst moments. I also heard that he was “banned from cycling for life.” Which is a good idea considering that he’s retired or reached the point where he threatens to do so every year. I noticed he wasn’t banned from competitive cycling; it sounded like all cycling. He can’t keep a bicycle at his house. He can’t have a tricycle, either. Or a washing machine, because those run in cycles. We’ll have to confiscate his encyclopedias, too. Ransack his house, find that Grolier cd which came with the $3000 basic desktop computer he bought in 1996 after winning the Tour Duhfrontz the first time. We’re finally gonna GET this guy for making Americans give a flopping fish about professional bicycle races. As much as you Europeans hate having an American win it, think about how THEY feel. Armstrong was probably ordered by the US government to use “performance enhance”rs just so that would make him sound tough when the story came out since that’s what American tough guys do.

Mr. Chu, when I posted this initially, spoke up to the effect that just about everybody involved is probably putting SOMETHING inside themselves that they are not meant to, and Mr. Armstrong was targeted because he was the winner, and the important thing in all this is that it generates garbage publicity, which benefits everybody involved, Lance included, probably, I inferred, and the collective societal elite get to continue their prolonged respirator-assisted laugh on the rest of us. And then I said something like “I am definitely of the belief that there’s little difference between the “illegal” substances and those $200 jars of dust that somehow fill racks and racks of shelves in different varieties at “nutrition” stores. They are legal primarily because they aren’t illegal yet.” In fact that’s exactly what I said. I have a good memory of what I selected and pressed ctrl+c over.



August 20, 2012
I said to the man, “are you trying to tempt me, because I come from the land of plenty?”

There should be a show called “America’s” in which sixteen blemish-free 14-24 year old humanoids smile as a camera pans past them and then people call or text in to vote based on that. Somehow this will last two hours and have 37 commercial breaks and require celebrities.

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The following is from July, I think. It was meant to follow that, which mentions junkly food, and also Mexico right at the end.


We don’t need [Mexican] junk anyhow. America is the nation’s leader in junk production! We have so much that we can plainly state that hogging edible material to ourselves is an act of benevolence and not be called on it because people have no concept of not having it. The more I eat! Watch me do more than anyone else! I’m doing MY PART by giving a nickel to the Gilligan’s Island opening credits! Sure, Wise brand snacks in the actual snack aisle cost 50 cents less than these so I could theoretically give ten nickles but those aren’t next to a flag! Arrrf Why can’t we deploy THE TROOPS to Mexico and show them who the what’s how ? I remember some years back, between 2000 and 2003, hearing or seeing more than one person whining about YUFE OF TODAY, arriving at the conclusion “they need a war.” People in this country fetishize World War 2. Forget the millions and millions of humans who got killed around the world because of it, AMERICA did the RIGHT THING and WON and got a GOOD ECONOMY for a while afterward. Or at least the white people did. And that was the golden age of everything, when cholesterol didn’t exist and CHRISTMAS wasn’t UNDER ATTACK because the people who don’t celebrate Christmas were as effectively marginalized as the people who lived near landfills. And now we have a whole bunch of wars (disregard the one on Christmas)! We must stay in all wars to get good economies and great generations later. It’s only logical, provided you don’t think about it.

But it’s not enough. Bah humperdink there just aren’t enough volunteers to keep every brown person on the planet under supervision. And imagine how few there’d be if we let the volunteers we have stop doing it from time to time. Gol dang it we need a draft. Why not? Gosh doohickey darn it heck. Oh because we don’t want them to have to fight the drug lords we sell guns to okeydoke. Some good news, though, now that Ron Paul has evidently stopped campaigning to be presidently, my brother Imphid might stop reminding me that the US government sold guns to drug lords when I ask him if he wants to order a pizza (note: that was a timeheap ago and he hasn’t). I have enough problems without being personally responsible for debunking the demolition experts in this video who say the World Trade Center towers couldn’t possibly have been brought down, much less in the particular fashion they were, by airplanes. I’m too open to the idea of sinister collusion. I think tumblr is a conspiracy; I’m too susceptible to contrariness influences. I’m too willing to believe that the people who get laughed at have a point. And considering how much of this website is just me laughing at others, perhaps you can see how my increasing awareness of what does or might go on in the world is troubling.

I’ve observed people on the internet yelling at or about other people on the internet for liking Ron Paul for years for reasons I wasn’t quite clear on because they always assumed I had been following all the angry people they were themselves copying who perhaps may have provided some backstory at some point. Promoting the guy became just as much of a hypey cult as deriding him so it was odd to live with somebody who was good enough at appearing to know stuff that I couldn’t argue with any of it. By the time I had an idea I would be alone and not looking to bring the topic up again on a future occasion. when other people had a problem with him they’d just link to some article or post some lazy meme and I would think “oh ho, you can’t even explain your own viewpoint.” And yet I often need days to do so, and what I need days for other people generally need hours for and even that is too long to have an argument about Ron Paul for.


This guy took the trouble to clean out his art gallery but kept up the promotion job.
Still it is nice to see some legitimate political motivation that isn’t just repetition of century-plus-old immovable party principles (the post-New Deal Republican-Democrat swap being largely ceremonial). Ron Paul and/or his cronies played off the disillusionment among Obama supporters like Mitt Club has no clue how or inclination to bother with, though the brother insists he voted for Ralph Nader in the previous election. The previous two, I believe, in fact, because I remember he had a “Nader/Laduke” campaign sticker attached to his doorway at the house we lived in 11 years ago, which meant he wasn’t even old enough to vote then and is probably guilty of voter fraud, and that’s the only reason I know that Winona Laduke is a real person and not a supporting character from the comic strip Bringing up Father or Ripley’s non-xenomorphic rival in one of the Alien movies.

It would be so easy for Obama’s opposition to call him out on the increased domestic surveilance, corporate interest upholding, robot-perpetrated murder and social program cutting, but they won’t because those are the exact things Romney would have done if in office. Roundabout 2003 maybe I heard some radio program my father was listening to because I come from a family that hates itself, some oaf quote someone else with “if you’re under 40 and a republican you don’t have a heart, and if you’re over that and a democrat you don’t have a brain.” I would say if you go through life endlessly applying old quotes to new situations you have a brain but it’s not a very special brain. I think this was the same radio program where the host shouted down Bush administration opposition with “You like tax cuts don’t you? You like tax cuts?”

Ippi, the brother, ‘s point isn’t that the two major parties are totally identical, but they play up their minor differences for show to conceal their worrisome similarities, one of which being perpetual warfare and the other being the elimination of any third group that tries to legitimately alter the ancient system. Of course he’s not the first to say this, and I would trust it better if I didn’t think he was getting it straight from a political themed radio or television program like everyone else, but of all the political types I talk to he’s the most likely to tell me something I haven’t heard before or that I wrote 6 years ago, nonsense or not. I am drawn to contrariness, even if it’s hopeless contrariness.

And yet as I said some of it worries me. The stuff that is defeatist and makes it seem like he wants somebody employed by the government –at any level– to pick a fight with him so that he can commit murder in self-defense. Thank boofness for Rush Limbaugh a year ago and Joe Wosniac the Plumber last month saying something I heard from Ilpo and had no response at, for subduing my fear that he might be right. Thus I propose that my brother replace Rush Limbaugh. But then these were on clips I saw on the Colbert Report show which has its own biases and convenient ability to look at past American heads of state as people who aren’t necessarily proxy murderers. If it’s part of the job to order or not intervene in the deaths of many thousands or foreign folk, it’s probably difficult, as anyone else, to not revile them endlessly unless you allow/force yourself to disregard that one area of concerns. But in that situation, how can you call out the Bush administration specifically for war crimes? I would have to read a lot more stuff to make sense of this, but I’m awful at that, and what if there is no sense? What if everybody has selective awareness or acknowledgment of facts to keep themselves sane? What if that’s the reason why people who suggest otherwise are so consistently and easily identified as cracked pots? And perhaps they are. Trying to know everything broke them. Maybe I am fortunate to have been broken by really petty things that cause me to angrily type at dumb ads, websites, and websites that serve as ads rather than yell at real people.

Alas, my focus continues to be on the petty things, though, so I don’t meet real people. I try to be compassionate or reasonable, but I don’t know enough history to realize when these are futile endeavours. I get angry, and I have my way with words, but still I have not given up on humanity as a whole. I am one, as it happens, so that would mean giving up on me. Although I also feel very inhuman and distant from all people but generally not on these matters. We can be lost and ambiguously-minded together.


These guys look really bummed out that they lost. It doesn’t have to be that way.



August 12, 2012
this summer we used our thank you points to just hang out

Pofe, I thought Monday was the day, not Sunday. Sunday makes more sense. Ehhh I have something up here but I suspect I should read it again after sleeping, and before any other hypothetical person might have had the opportunity.

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The world lost a true video game legend from the old days on Sunday… Rest in peace, Joe Q*Bert. Like his ancestors he will be entombed in a brightly colored isometric pyramid. Those wishing to pay their respects are asked to hop on it.

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page 51.5 of that.

I have no idea where this fringo character’s bumpkin accent comes from, since i have not shown anybody else to talk like that (although I occasionally fill space with a pumpkin). Stereotype characters come pre-equipped with matching dialects I suppose. I should probably have somebody say “fringo” at some point to make it clear that this creature has a name and that it is that. Apart from “nemitz,” I rarely think to use anyone’s name.

Speaking of that, as evidently we must, nemitz has -NO BUSINESS- >LECTURING< **ANYBODY** on the topic of etiquette. nemitz is an ignorant, ignorant imp. As for elpse, it clearly thinks it is the falco of imps. Those two both need to go. Slapping seems to be the dominant fight currency round these parts

I did something peculiar with the drawings this time. Due to the peculiar circumstances of last week I can’t tell if this was faster or was not. It certainly does not look any better and may be lacking in aesthetic purity compared to my past techniquoids. Yet I must try it again for the sake of consistency because this is half a page, even though that distinction is meaningless on the internet.



August 5, 2012
Beauty, Desire, Situation Dire

hello there. I have somehow ended up in a house without internet for the week. However, if I walk five minutes along the road and sit on a bench beside it with no homes in view I can get it just fine. Which sounds good but consider this regrettable thing that it has allowed me to post now instead of considering if is a good idea for six more days.

Graveyards are profoundly depressing in the respect (RESPECT I say) that even in death you will be defined by your personal monetary value, or what your family struggles to make its value appear to be. The people with the highest social rank have the biggest, most elaborate graves, even though they are no more dead than anyone else trapped in a box and hidden there. This is the grave yard near Yale university, which means it’s full of decorated military leaders, government officials, deans and professorial types. It’s no smarter or talenteder than any other cemetary, but it sure seeks to convince me that it is with these huge grey rocks. Oh mab I wish *I* had a huge grey rock! I’m so jealously reverent!
I have visited graveyards before. I always have a good time and a positive attitude.

The rich dead even have fences to keep out the poor dead.
I entered the cemetary because I was looking for a more efficient walk toward my apartment from destinations that seemed to lie in a direct line from it but that I always needed to take etch-a-sketch-esque-a-skesque routes to get to and from. The local google map showed that I could walk directly through the yard, but there was no door at the other end (it probably got dead and is buried in there somewhere), which I did not realize until I was at the place where it ought to have been, resulting in my taking a full graveyard tour and even longer to get back where I came from than usual. I should not complain for google misleading me as there is an underpass near my home that has been blocked due to “road work” for almost two years, and I regularly witness cars drive toward it and come back 30 seconds later, because, I assume, some electric direction system or another told these motorists they could go that way, because in theory it was unblocked at one point, and I find that amusing. The time I was almost arrested for being too close to the highway at a place I could walk to from my apartment, the police driver dropped me off at a place that I could not walk to because she didn’t realize the road was blocked, and it might be ascertained that she or her car lives in town.

If I have a grave I want it to have a practical function. Something that would have value to people who are still alive and have feelings. Maybe I can have a stone conveyor grave that will help people get out of the cemetary faster.


I don’t want a grave at all, but if I had the money to make a big stupid expensive grave I would want it to be as tacky as Falco’s. Something that people could laugh at in a miserable place like this that was deliberately laughable.

But I do not wish to have a grave. Don’t make me deal with your pets, don’t give me a sandwich with white goop on it, don’t identify me with “mister” or my middle name initial letter and think you’re endearing yourself to me, don’t toss unlabeled video links at me and expect me to click them, don’t bury me when I am dead unless you murdered me and are hiding the evidence. That’s just sensible. Consider this my will if you kill me before I write one.
Although if you want to be safe, rent a boat and go out to sea and toss the body overboard. Most likely the corpse will arrive at a shore far from the murder site long after you did it.

A parking space for a deceased’s automobile. That wooden obstruction is to keep a really dumb goat from escaping.


Bird, you’re too heavy! You are knocking that stone over! SHOW SOME RESPECT, BIRD! This is hello’d ground! That means it is fully saturated with greetings and doesn’t need your empty chatter. Do you know what will happen if you disrespect a wealthy dead person from two centuries ago who had lived in comfort among a repressed population of peasants? Somebody alive now will get really self-righteous about it for some reason!

Here lies Eli Whitney, famous for every street in town being named after him. He also invented the cotton gin, which helped inebriate cotton-picking slaves so they would temporarily forget that the effort-eliminating invention didn’t actually give them a break in any way. (note to self: look that up once you have regular internet access again to see if it’s historically valid (note to ross ice shelf: please thank ross for giving me a place to store my ice))

Rinkety dinkety graves for meeply folk. These may not even be secured in the ground. I think they are propped against the wall. These are the most interesting graves to me, though, because they are in all different shades of brown. Unlike eli the whitniest, their roaming undead spectres can’t afford to pay someone to clean off their demise mark once in a while.

Nobody is named Henrietta anymore. Whenever I see the name I immediately think of anthropomorphized farm animals. I can’t imagine anybody named Henrietta that isn’t a cow or a pig. Even this has a picture of a bird on it. The person got dead recently, in 2007 but seemed to have lived a long life, since 1916 and was appreciated enough to get this generous sized granite lump and so I think can handle such treatment from me, even if she wasn’t rich enough to get a fence.

I like this place because there is no pavement and it reminds me of the video game Hexen. This is one area that might actually resemble how the grave zone initially looked and doesn’t have any crass modernism mixed in. Of course Hexen is a video game about slaughtering undead wizards and wraiths (sadly, no skeletons) and I actually shouldn’t find anything comforting about that and in any event it was made in 1995. Even by video game standards that is only the equivelant of one century. But this does make something significant occur to me.


Suppose there was an undead uprising. For all the respect their retainers demand the dead themselves show little to us in rudely screeching when they see us and detaching their heads from their bodies to spit fireballs, or worse, keeping their heads and throwing bones at us. We should not bury them intact all close to each other! And we should be suspicious of anybody who defends their right to not be dismembered.

Also note there are ALWAYS imps present. I didn’t bury no imps. Who let this happen? We really should prohibit imps from entering cemetaries. Any imp that tries should be forced to present its papers. Obviously imps don’t carry paper around and aren’t licensed to exist anyhow. That should keep them out.



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