Aw beans! page 29 of this.
It is below page 28. It is sort of dull.
The creature’s horns are different because of some reason. This change may not have been a good change. The thing looks too much like a pokemon. It did before, but the horns at least were in opposition to that. I may change them back. I have that power. (and I used it)
Monday, the eighteen
For the first time, I cooked a ham today. Or, more accurately, I placed a pre-cooked ham on to an aluminium foil-covered tray which I then placed into an oven and checked back on an hour later. It tasted adequately hammy, but that it bore a flavor like the flesh of a slaughtered animal proves very little. How well I actually did will only be revealed by how soon and how severely I become confined to the intestinal cleansing chamber. As a child it was common for me to eat just meat during a meal and ignore any side items provided and I suffered no ill effects from it, as far as I can recall linking ill effects to meat consumption. Today, less than ten minutes after eating four or five sizable slices of the ham I’ve already consumed nearly two snapple bottles* worth of water as part of my recovery process. Phlegm production has only just begun. It is an exciting time to be alive.
*I used this curious unit of measurement as I drank the water out of a snapple bottle.
And now, I place here the things I placed above the previous entry, because it was already obscenely long, and I hate to dilute the glory of Buck Choc, besides. I will have a nap and decide if I still like these being here when I wake up.
And no, I don’t, but they can’t go anywhere else.
Sunday the seventeen: I am not a third wheel. Third wheels provide safety and stability. I am a fifth wheel. I am the tire-shaped object attached to the back of a jeep after the tire has been used. I’m just some round thing that you have to teach yourself to not be aware of because it’s so out of place that it cannot be tolerated.
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Saturday, the sixteen:
Mad Television, a program which I have spent far too much of my life (that being any of it) complaining about the errors of, never quite able to totally pull myself away from, much like a drug, just without the superficial fun times and convenient dulling of the senses, seems to at last be airing the series “finale” it’s had coming for a decade or so, thereby pulling itself away from me instead. Ah ha, ha ah! I win! The question on every me’s mind is: can the Mad Televised get through the last show they’ll ever do without padding up the 48 minutes of air time with old sketches featuring people who aren’t on the show anymore and isolated instances of writer competence despite producing at least eight best-of specials, presented as new content, in the past two years, these specials themselves not able to find enough usable content to justify their existences, needing to be padded up with needless, annoying “host” segments? The answer may bore you.
The still thriving program alleged to be its counterpart also had some slightly unusual thing going on today, yesterday or tomorrow and I said something about that but I’ve been in strange places lately and what I wrote currently still is. Curiously enough, if I had it I’d say nothing because I’d realize it was a mess and I just wouldn’t use it. I don’t have time to realize this is also a mess.
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Friday, the fifteen:
I’m tired of “funny” white rappers. Saying rhyming stuff over slow beats while wearing sunglasses isn’t in fact incredibly hard, and it isn’t necessarily hilarious just because you have light skin and chose deliberately dweebish subject matter. I don’t think Andy Samberg invented them nor embodies their absolute worst qualities but he certainly empowered them. I realize I linked on more than one past occasion to a web [my-space] page by some Mad Dome Gettaz, but a: I am related to one of them and 2: they could actually rap, however big a fan of that I may not be.
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A cretin sez:
Ah, the moment we’ve all been waiting for — the triumphant return of the hat.
The blue horns do look rather strange, though, and, I must agree, distressingly Pokemanian. They also give the impression that friend Muffineater is made out of clay. I see the tail sphere is also absent. I assume it fell off during the accident…?
Also, what is meant to be the origin of the pill container that strikes the beeping catoid creature on the head? Was it thrown by the tentacled neighbor, perhaps? If so, this is a wee bit unclear in its portrayal, as the latter merely appears to be attempting to swipe the basket in this frame.
Mxy sez:
Have you ever thought about participating in a comics contest with this (or is the name ehhh?)? Usually those require the work to be complete, but a publishing company from Spain is offering 20,000 Euros in exchange for 8 sample pages and a two page document summarizing a larger story of at least 46 pages (as long as they like them better than all the other 8 sample pages and two page documents, of course). If you’re interested, I could translate the exact requirements from Spanish (it involves mailing printed stuff to Europe, though). The rules are in Spanish but the comic itself can be in English, or even French if you want.
Lemphlyn sez:
cretin:
I wanted it to have lizard-like horns rather than goat-like. That would probably require just one “horn” in the center and others like it traveling along the neck, though, and that’s a bigger change than I can get away with all at once. Another person had protested about the horns as well, but I suspect now that this simply regarded the fact that the creature had horns at all. The person years ago complained about my tendency toward demonic things, so perhaps that resurfacing was all I had encountered, but who am I to say that complaint is invalid? Prior to this situation I investigated the possibility of changing the horns to ears, but that looked yet worse good and it conflicted with some other, admittedly minor thing I wanted to do eventually. Still, it is much easier to put hats on things without horns, so the current state of matters is unfortunate.
The sphere yet persists. It was only visible in the concluding frame, where I had colored it strangely.
I also changed the eyes from yellow to white. It remains to be seen how long that lasts. That too was related to what I interpreted as a complaint, by a different person. The same person also seemed to object to the pervasive absence of trousers, but I have not yet made any progress in that area, and for all I know neither of these were sincere objections.
I should have found some way to knock the basket over prior to then, but I did not think of it. If worse comes to meeplesworse, I can add in a classic sound effect,
mxy:
I never knew of any such contests, aside from that “Rocket Pirate” deal you mentioned some time back. I fear such things, though; I would not want to lose control and rights and such for a single payment, or worse, merely for entering, as it often goes with contests. With this to be decided by persons whose language I do not speak the potential for trouble seems yet greater.
I wish I could speak or read French, but the best I can is trick people who don’t into thinking I can.
Strictly regarding the product itself, I would not know which eight pages to use; I doubt if there is one set that works on its own. And where is it all going, ultimately? I have no idea. There are various stages but only as much of an ultimate or foreseeable intermediate goal as there is a title, alas.
Even putting aside the variable coherence of the storyoid, I would need to be far more organized before publication became feasible. I still greatly appreciate the implied compliment of suggesting entry in a contest, however.
A Cretan sez:
I don’t think there’s any real necessity for strange imp-things to conform precisely to the model of specific Earth-creatures, so long as the design doesn’t look too impractical. As far as demons go, I dare say Lope Muffineater is quite possibly the least demonic characters I’ve encountered.
What exactly did this person object to concerning the yellow eyes, out of curiosity? I always found them a good compliment to the blueishness. I suppose the white versions aren’t that terrible either, though I find them just a wee bit less interesting, myself. The sphere I can now see, incidentally–it was simply well-enough camouflaged to have escaped my notice in the initial viewing.
Also, I take it you did not meet much success with the FSI French courses? Effective as they can be, the tedium of these courses is a common complaint; should you find it a “game breaker”, as the yoof say, perhaps the Assimil course might prove more your style.
Mxy sez:
Well, the rules say the winner of the contest has to give up the exploitation rights for ten years, meaning you can’t force the comic to cook you dinner, but you still retain the copyright (which, I’m told, is what really matters). A friend and I are participating with something made exclusively for this occasion, so all this doesn’t really bother us, but I can see how people more invested in their projects might be disencouraged by the rights issue.
Pigbuster sez:
I feel as though I prefer the blue horns, though it’s difficult to say as I haven’t seen the actual comic before the horns’ purple-ification, but I prefer what is in the comment image, anyway. Of course, my preference is countered by A. Cretin’s, and I don’t know what to do in such a situation.
My only other issue is in regards to the debut panel of Green Creature, in which its left foot doesn’t have a shadow, so it seems to be hopping into the room, an action unbefitting of a surly neckerchief-wearer.
Lemphlyn sez:
cretan:
re: language courses,
Oh, you know how I am. It’s hard to get me to do anything hard. If it doesn’t seem to have any urgency I’ll take much longer to get to it. If it has too much urgency I’ll try to ignore it entirely.
Regarding compulsive animal accuracy,
no, not at all. Some people go way too far with that stuff. I don’t understand it. As long as you are dealing with a magical humanoid animal in obvious opposition to reality, why is it such a stretch to have this beast not correspond with an actual animal? Maybe it is not anthropomorphous at all, maybe it’s supposed to look like that. That was to be my response if anyone ever asked why pog lacked a mouth. Maybe pog doesn’t lack anything. Maybe pog is supposed to look like that.
I wanted horns that looked more like they could bend if pressure was applied. I prefer them as decorations to impractical, accidental weapons. I suppose I could say they are made of hollow plastic or tin foil reinforced with pipe-cleaner-things.
I didn’t like that horn color only being in one place. I suppose I could recolor the sphere to match. Or I could declare the horns to be counterpart to the big stupid eyes; It’s an interesting bit of self-deception that allows us to overlook two large white orbs so totally out of place, with no apparent connection to the rest of a thing’s form, on so many cartoon beings. I should embrace a convenient bit of balance like this. Pog, which has no other feature but for its eyes has lately come to bother me immensely due to this.
The yellow eye complaint(s), while not specific and hard to gauge the seriousness of, from that person at least, reminded me that I disliked the yellow eyes I had given to Larbo. If you don’t know who Larbo is, that is fine because I remembered the picture but not the name. I had to look it up. But that is the upper-right creature there, with ear-wings and some sort of plant-like object extending from the top of its head. Nobody else had yellow eyes. Not even the robot, who shouldn’t have had eyes at all. The pupils also face in different directions, which despite being a common aspect of plenty of creatures (like birds? I think?), makes me in this instance imagine to be the cause of confusion and regular headaches. Larbo didn’t get many lines, and the ones there were made little sense. Larbo’s expression here is hard to read, but it seems sad. I feel bad for Larbo.
mxy:
Ten years? Gash, It’s taken me almost as long just to get to a point and a skill level where entering contests seems remotely feasible. I’ve been trying to make sense of this awful setup since 2001. Which is sort of sad, but it’s also indicative that in the unlikely event I won such a thing I would struggle endlessly to complete it in whatever period might be demanded.
Your ideas are plenty more interesting than mine. You know how people think. I wouldn’t want to compete with you.
Piggy:
In a situation with no consensus and which has no positive benefit either way it’s probably better to not expend the effort to change something like this. Even though I already did, I also changed it back. Back to a position where it seems not to be changed, as much. I kept copies of the new old horns, however, so I can un-un-change them if I decide that to be a wise act. All I needed was for one person to agree on the pokemon point, as the big nosed fool already somewhat resembles this one.
I changed that green one’s entrance a lot. The curtain was on the other side, the feets’ positions were reversed, and then I versed them once more. It had one stripe, then it had two. Its neck adornment looked like a scarf, then it had none, then I found another thing to give it that I realized looked like a bow tie after a point where I no longer whiched to make changes.
But just the foot, at the “finalized” point preceding scanning, it went down too far; it sort of occupied more space than it actually did, a consequence of my amateurish, sketchy inking. Things go wherever the eye needs them to go, so long as they are not colored. So I must have moved it upward and forgot to account for the vacated space. But really, every page is full of things like that. Much time is spent tending to errors and inconsistencies that I suspect are unnecessary. While it is comforting to see that somebody does notice, it is also upsetting because I harbored a hope that at some point I would stop making myself fix them. Now the only solution is to not make the errors to begin with, and nobody wants that.
A concerned reader sez:
You should make a Very Special edition of your comic in which we learn the dangers of smoking dope.
Lemphlyn sez:
dopes are dangerous regardless of how a person makes use of them.