page 27 (scroll down a bit, please) of this. Some of the backgrounds don’t make sense, but in this situation the only alternative is to have less sensical backgrounds or none at all, since these just aren’t fixable. Despite that sometimes it occurs to me these are more good to just look at than actually attempt reading.
I really should just draw everything in big wide television aspect-ratio’d rectangles and not worry about how much space gets wasted. But you knew that. And I also did. And yet… (trails off)
I will discuss this with myself some more later.
It is later now.
I have a tendency to think of something that seems funny when shown in three frames but then i realize i’ll need four or five to actually do it, and in that many it’s too stretched out to be funny. Page 27 contains one and a half of these. Whoopth.
I thought that one picture of the creature with the extra large fish and reduced size head was amusing at first, but eventually it started bothering me and continuously did so, because I’m sensitive about the sizes of heads, and also about the idea of shrinking. It is important to remember that the atoms comprising the physical matter we are familiar with are actually quite far apart, and conceivably every thing can be reduced to submicroscopic size without any part needing to be eliminated. It’s not like when you shrink a bit-map or speed up a sound file in windows’ sndrec32.exe. All parts are all still there. “Yingatch” can look forward to a full recovery, or at least to a state no worse than that which it entered the hospitarium in. Its central cranial unit is comprised of exactly as much mass as it was before, not incorporating the exchange of natural oils while it was being handled nor any minuscule loose expendable skin cells scattered off upon being submerged in the bowl’s liquid contents.
And yet I worry about how to make this clear in the still hypothetical situation that the comicness is fixed and printed as a book. In particular I recall an incredibly creepy video game called Chameleon Twist 2 (yes, THE Chameleon Twist 2), and one of the boss fiends’ reaction to being defeated is merely to cease its movement, fix the game camera on itself, slowly shrink in size and eventually abruptly be removed from existence. That is a sight, to my eyes, equal in upset-strength power with instant full-body eradication leaving a non-corporeal spirit of equal volume in its place, which you have no doubt encountered numerous times in your life. Even if you have no idea what I’m talking about I hope you will trust that if I had explained it well you would know what I was talking about. Well, those things CANNOT HAPPEN and you should not worry about them happening.
Important Madmartigan update coming soon…
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Aw beans! page 26? Of this?
Hopefully it is acceptable to rip off old gags if their use is irrelevant. Hopefully I will accept that I have done such a thing.
I am still not sure how the bed thing should work, and I’ll be up all night fixing it if I try to figure it out, and when it only has problems for the purposes of an old gag about folding beds which is not relevant it simply seems of minimal concern.
It also seems to be destiny that my comic appear to switch artist mid-page on a regular basis.
Aw beans!
Page 25 of that.
kind of boring, but pretty. But I swear to you, eventually, all these anti-climaxes are going to sort of pay off just a bit a long time from now if I do not die before then.
But now, here, a zuh and a biv, and I am no closer to truly resolving that issue around.
And unfortunately, that last row works better with two frames after it but I couldn’t find a way I liked to fit in both. Elps just wouldn’t shut up. It was hard to fit all those words, never even mind the person being addressed with them. As punishment, I forgot to draw elpses’s left arm in the second frame.
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Changban, I’m tired of these presidential debates. I swear, I’ll give them one more chance, and if it’s not better then I’m not watching any more of them!
I want to go to Spira. Even jail is pretty there. I might be inspired to write proper site updates in a timely manner at such a place.
Page 23 (scroll down, fool) of this. It has occurred to me that this contains the third display of vomiting and the fourth overall vomiting (that I remember) implied to have occurred since this… this thing has been in production. And yet, no other similar gross evacuation has been acknowledged. Now I worry people will think I have a stomach-acid fetish.
Eh, beets.
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There is a nother artist meeting, on Thursday, at the same place as last time, and once again from 5 to 7 pm. I only have one picture there, though (everybody only has one), and if you’ve read this website with your eyes for any length of time you’ve surely seen it before. Additionally, if you actually are a resident of the new haven area you’d be better off coming to my own house to see… my junk, at least, because all my pictures from the previous showing are currently imprisoned within an oblong box on my porch.
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Page 22, it seems, of this. You may be surprised to learn that I do not own a ruler.
Another page of this, eventually, (or immediately) a bit dull, a bit redundant. I wanted to squeeze some more panels in there, but I know better than that by now. It’s good that I know better than something by now.
Hey, just one stupid comic page this time! (plus the second half of the previous, just because I like making people scroll vertically) Someone told me I might have more friends if I tried that instead of waiting a long time to finish three pages. Although this still took a long time.
Indeed, though there’s just the one page and with very simplified backgrounds, my nemitses, it’s still been a month since the last. I did do a bit of work on the backgrounds, and the fact that I ended up removing them anyway should give you an idea of just how hard I was having to work at it. Sometimes things just don’t go the way they seem they should. Also, no one will jump on your hand if you ask.
I did use some of the time to give rudimentary coloring jobs to- rudimentary. I love saying rudimentary. I must think that makes me look sooo smart. But at any rate you know I’m never satisfied with rudimentary so naturally you can’t see that yet so whatever it was is just as white as before.
You might be surprised to find out how few people are willing to jump on your hand. Well, I was. One seemed just about offended that I would request such a thing. Crimps, all you have to do is step on it. I’m not asking you to lick it (I know full well we can’t even lick it no more). I don’t even want that. How often do I ask anyone for anything? Saying I’m doing it for “research” doesn’t help, either. Although that is completely true, that it’s research. I know a standard sized human would hurt me, but I need to know how much because I can probably downgrade it in my mind to find out how much some purple muppet, probably weighing less and better insulated would hurt dumb old nemitz.
ALSO: for some reason it really bothered me that I had to remove this “gag.” I have a vast archive of wrong things that just had to go, but unknown forces led to me typing junk about this one.
I planned the viewpoint change wrong, and it’s still wrong, and I couldn’t put this there anywhere without having to explain why it wasn’t in subsequent backgrounds, and by the time that part of the room is visible again this is no longer hypothetically potentially funny in my mind to see there. I guess I’ll have to save this one for the movie! Ha h-sob sob sob sob sob sob sob sob.
Although given that the angle is still wrong and my main reason for not just starting the page from that side, NEMITZ being at the front, doesn’t really matter because nemitz ends up isolated at the left, the “start” of the frame anyway, plus awkward, at the point when it is meant to be least conspicuous; when its hand-like-thing is landed upon. If I’d just gone with a normal side-view I could put in my stupid elbow drop scene in frame one and get those fools out of the way in time for stupid nemitz to get bopped in frame three. I told you I’m bad at backgrounds. But I couldn’t do that because the switch would be so abrupt from the previous view, even though the turning of the imaginary page would likely excuse this. Oh, trouble!
Hello.
And the previous…
And the rest… (are here on Gilligan’s Isle)
There are a couple undeveloped ideas here, all of them minor, and after two months they probably aren’t getting developed so there’s no sense in fussing over them further.
By now I have forgotten what happens next, so surely you can imagine how enthused I am to look at the next layout and see how many needless, ill-defined objects I have already sentenced myself to making space for and drawing properly in the finished version.
ARRRRRRRRRRRGH! No one is safe!
If anyone is still here after the previous two long, boring entries, do not worry, I’m probably not done talking about the stupid writer strike. The beetiful thing about long boring entries, as compared to a mythical other kind, is that they have twice as many unresearched or biased statements as usual to awkwardly back away from later. Hey, more stupid comics, and I officially have no “process.” I’ll see you again in spring, next week, or hell. You remember what happened last time…
More stupid comics.
the part immediately prior
I’m sure I had something I wanted to tell you about this, but I’ve long since forgotten.
However, it has twice come at my attention that the other most recent “pages” appear to either be going backwards or to take place in the past entirely. Well, they aren’t and don’t. Confusion may have been instigated because both the complementary colored buffoons’ destination and the place they have come from are dome shaped, plus the creature that always talks seems unsure of what the new dome is. Also, NEMITZ starts in a chair, but then isn’t in a chair, as it wasn’t prior to arriving at the first dome-shaped place. Another problem may be, and it’s been this way for two years, when a viewer reaches the end of the pages I have done with, a link marked “NO” would send viewer to a listing of all pages, a listing which viewer most likely did not come from, and without receiving any indication that, ehhh, the “story” is unfinished, a person may suspect the links lead to some place new when in actuality they do not.
More dumb comics.
This may seem to drag on, but I personally deem it preferable to squeezing a novel’s worth of dialogue on to one page. In fact, it may still be too crowded. Bah.
Well hello there. Do you remember the stupid comics? My stupid comics? My most recent stupid comics? Here be the first three “pages” of the next part, that being the part after the last part. I had wanted to have five by two weeks ago, but ehhh. I’m still adjusting to the idea of doing this for speed and clarity (evidenced by the intensified shading on the panels made later and occasionally inserted between ones made earlier). Oh, and right: my pen ran out of ink, mostly, and I didn’t replace it because it was really a marker and I want a real pen but they cost over thirty dollars and this no longer inspires within me the naive optimism of potential profitability it once did, so back to paint-shop-pro layers again I go, I suppose. But anyway, hopefully this makes sense so far.
Addendoy: I’d be interested in knowing if anyone tried to look at this but couldn’t get past the giant creepy, disproportionate picture at the start.