a full year of disasters packed into two minutes
circumstances have inadvertently conspired to prevent this video from happening, and they may have had the right idea!
like last year I was too busy to finish the music until right when I needed it and consequently it was again not finished in a mentally sound manner. Indeed I didn’t know if I had any heretofore unused music at all TO finish and try to use until two days ago. which shouldn’t be important since it is just supposed to be a video video, but the less important something is, the more important something is.
page 3-54 of that. A long time to wait for not much happening!
please click at it if you can’t read it at this size and also want to read it.
longer, unused script:
12-3-2021 222am
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a did you get vaccinated?
b yes, back in may
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a what? how could you
b (oh naw)
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a you complain about new bad technology being forced on people and you did that WILLINGLY?
b i wanted to be protected from the disease
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a PROTECTED? how about from what’s IN the vaccine? you don’t even know WHAT’s in there!
b it is listed on the internet, i checked before i made this comic strip
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a and you believe em? they can say whatever they want! everybody’s in on the scheme. vaccines cause autism in children, you know. huge coverup
b well now I was diagnosed autistic and you weren’t but we both got vaccinated for measles
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a oh p shaw they hadn’t perfected it then. think about what BILLIONAIRES paid to make sure you got that. You’re just a sheep! you’ll put anything in your body that they tell you to!
b you just said i did it willingly
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a ha ha ah you feel good about yourself now, huh?
b only as bad as before
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a it’s all propaganda and social engineering. (chugs budweiser)
b
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if there is anything that these snake comic strips have going for them, it isn’t the overwhelming quantities of irrelevant dialog. It probably isn’t what got leftover either but I don’t feel as bad about screwing up as long as I do it differently each time.
this sure took a while to make! too many moving parts for this many angles. no more ribbons on these weirdos. hopefully anything else I need this one to do can be done in three or fewer frames per viewpoint. My hopes are typically misplaced.
in fact these angles don’t match very well and there is a hard break between front and back views rather than them being evenly spaced from each other, but that is unlikely to be evident in action, and unlike most things that are unlikely to be evident in action that I want to fix, this one I cannot fix so I must accept it or even better forget it!
The hat is put into the “game” separately from the rest of the body, and, due to a frustrating oversight, the shadow for its hat also. however, the discovery that I can assemble individual sprites without needing to separate them by angle after drawing them greatly cuts down on the time necessary to insert all these dumb little things and simplifies the process of updating those graphics if I see something fixable other than what I already said I couldn’t. Having the hat separate –I determined it was the element most feasible to keep separate, the shadow issue not withstanding– allows for the creation of an alternately-powered hatless or alternately-hatted version, once I draw another set of hats. or
this might be TOO stupid.
Having this settled for the moment I hope also to have another comic page completed before the year ends, because it would be depressing not to. it may also be depressing to do so by virtue of containing the virtually virtueless meepmere along with a pathetic lizardoid that isn’t angry at meepmere, but not to the degree that a dope with a recycled hat doing the world’s stupidest dance is.
because this is what i have this week
I had this on an audio cassette tape a life ago, and had occasion to think of it earlier while dispensing decorative shiny objects about the immediate premises. I have attempted to look it up in the past and had no success, but THIS time found that this very October somebody uploaded them to the you tube, on an account that has existed since 2007 with apparently no other content.
as if to say, I’m not going down for the cartoon dog christmas album but I believe the time has come for the world to know about it.
oddly enough his other account only has TWO videos, one of which is just an Ugly Luigi meme, even though as far as I know more lawsuits have been threatened over nintendo junk than the ding danged pound puppies, but one way or another if one gets taken out the other will survive and have a chance to flee to safety.
the songs also have comments disabled, to ensure nobody starts snooping around asking questions.
questions like: “why did you feel it was necessary to kid-designate and thus comment-block this 36-year old christmas album that has probably more tracks on it than people who have heard of it who still remember it who would bother to go looking for it who are most of a certainty older than it?” or “why did you spell rudolph like that?”
or more to the point
“what happen?”
expanding the description reveals more of Volcano’s concern that he has put himself at risk with this caged canid caroling. He even put the dumb ™ in the text, twice, for fleep’s beeps. I want to send a message to tell him he missed a few. but I can’t.
I don’t want to hear this album again. But I feel like I must. It is my earliest memory of some of the songs on it, named “beginning to look a lot like christmas” and “my favorite things,” although it still doesn’t strike me as much of a christmas song. But these were early enough memories that I don’t remember watching the cartoon that I presumably had been a fan of. I ordinarily avoid the word “fan;” I watched the smurfs as a child just because it was on but I have no memory of ever liking them. I don’t remember LIKING pound puppies either but I definitely had their dumb christmas album and one of the dolls so i must have expressed fondness for the product line.
In particular “the night before christmas” is presented as a song and the dumb tune always stuck with me even though I have not heard it elsewhere, and “We wish you a merry christmas” has disco instrumentation in it that it ordinarily lacks. also lots of howling.
I most definitely don’t want anyone else to hear me hearing this. But I also don’t want to hear it in absolute clarity with headphones. Maybe I can use some “AM radio with static” audio filter to take the edge off.
I also recall that even as a small child I was put off by the dorky dialog accompanying the rudolph section. I have absolutely no recollection of the title track Jingle Bells, and only a few minutes ago determined that was the NAME of the album. In my lifelong naivete I imagined it was simply called “The Pound Puppies Christmas Album” rather than “Pound Puppies Jingle Bells” which sounds more like a euphemism for an outmoded neutering technique.
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alright, I listened to it. Pretty dumb, but not the most embarrassing thing I have ever heard as an adultish sized human. None of the songs t cause me psychological distress like the “in summer” and “fixer upper” songs from frozen do, although perhaps they would were i forced to listen against my will, on multiple occasions, and knowing the production was almost universally acclaimed. I do in fact recognize the piano intro to Jingle Bells, which I mentally had swapped with a version I heard at a “christmas concert” in middle school. It includes the line “bells and telephones ring,” WHICH may at last explain why “bells on bobtails” never sounded right to me, even now. because the POUND PUPPIES LIED TO ME. it also includes a completely barked instance of the chorus, presumably inspired by the atrocious “singing dogs” novelty records from the 1950s. in fact every song has at least one barked chorus and a few altered lines in it –often referring to wanting to be adopted, because don’t forget these are POUND puppies, strays picked up off the street scheduled to be murdered if not taken out in time, as their parents before them surely already were, and rather unpleasantly too, this predating the Humane Euthanasia Act of 1990, the usual children’s entertainment fare– but I can’t always tell what the altered lines ARE, though I couldn’t always tell what they were before.
the official album title does indeed indicate that barking will be present in tiny, diagonally offset but elegant letters, which presumably won’t be noticed by most people until long after they have already heard the barking, and who consequently ought to at least appreciate the relative fanciness of the italic font.
even stranger: I eventually realized that this product predates the cartoon. The album artwork shows relatively non-anthropomorphized dogs more like the stuffed dolls than the bipedal only-ladies-have-hair-on-top-of-their-fur Hanna Barbera designs. Which means this is literally adults singing and yelping in weird voices, not as specific characters. And apart from the producer and “art director” I can’t find any credits!
only some goober trying to sell a copy signed by some of the cartoon’s voice actors, including Joanne Worley, whom wikehhhpedia tells me was not involved with the tv series that the other three were, only a made-for-tv “movie” that predated it, which the other three weren’t in, so it makes no sense for them to have sang on the same album, which makes me think none of them did. The seller’s text claiming they did also refers to songs by incorrect titles and follows it with a 98% irrelevant copy-pasted biography of Nancy Cartwright which is a majority of the text on the page.
please don’t attempt to read that, this is simply to prove that it exists! Mr. Electric Volcano was preoccupied with copyrights but Canaromorubu cares only for Cartwrights.
Do you think 85-year-old Ruth “Two Scoops a’ Truth” Buzzi remembers what every dumb cartoon for which she recorded a voice looks like? She might have thought
they may be beyond help.
instagraham I don’t need this garbage right now. even the “try” in there indicates this might be a futile endeavor. Give us personal information, it says, and MAYBE we’ll let you back in. To the APP. We have miles of empty space into which to type “lication” but the more we normalize jargon, slang and abbreviations as proper terminologies the less anyone using these systems will have a clue what is going on.
ah hes also i used an alternate camera to take these pictures because the screen capture function on my mobile telephone machine is broken, on account of requiring the pressing of the power and volume buttons simultaneously, and the volume buttons no longer functioning, a development without which this unnecessary comic strip would not have been necessary. it will still TAKE screenshots but only when it feels like doing so.
which is why I have a folder full of pictures of icons, text messages and people calling me. I don’t delete them because obviously I was going to talk about this happening at some point and wanted evidence.
anywhuh, a “video selfie” is not something i have ever done in my life and as long as I am able to I intend to continue that tradition. I don’t even accept the word “selfie.” I held on to vhs years into the dvd era and that was actually something useful so I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that technology is continually looking for new ways to break my experience in non-organic ways to try and force me to use something new and dumb but that it controls instead of me.
in any case I am fortunate to have allies in my struggles.
This strange Zeldalink was given as a gift to someone else but ended up following me around instead and has done so a few years. It went pretty far but got stuck on the fourth step: “slowly tilt your head upwards,” as his neck doesn’t move and his tunic is made of hard plastic so I can’t get the camera into the right position to make it appear that Link’s head has moved. Oddly enough his hair is made of eminently malleable peanut butter.
Marketing-approved, somewhat deranged Bravemerida, the first resident I found in the next room at 1:30 in the A M when instagram issued its challenge, while also having an immobile neck, was able to finish on account of having a disproportionately large head that the camera could get under,
but unfortunately this selfie adventure took so long that video was too large to upload on my crummy internet, possibly to store on my crummy memory card.
My ever-helpful butler Alfred fortunately handled the reshoot with his usual grace and professionalism.
This had literally been in the box it was purchased in for over 20 years, waiting until the right occasion came along, which was apparently this. I have confirmed ebay people are trying to sell these for about $40 in prime boxed condition and I would say my box’s condition is somewhat less than that. And you know some people are selling just the figure but nobody is selling just the box so I don’t know how they expect me to remedy this.
back to the point, assuming there is one:
I dislike that the ubiquity and uniformity of mobile trashnology means corporations can assume that every user has a working compact video camera positioned precisely to record their own faces. Even with people supposedly able to opt out of letting software access these cameras, the corporations can still demand that a user “opt” in to be allowed to use the software, even when it is a non-essential, possibly non-beneficial feature of the software. Any decent person could observe the user’s setting, that of having the camera blocked, and suggest an alternate method of humanity verification. Unfortunately, since there is only humanity on MY end, I get forced into doing things the robot’s way.
For now I can fool it. However, every time a test like this comes up, that trains the facial recognition machinery a bit, and eventually they will make more specific demands, like “blink your left eye” or “say the word papaya.” And most dorks will do it! The tests will not be administered simultaneously so users will never be able to collectively refuse to participate. And they probably wouldn’t anyway, since these tests also train the users to be obsequious. With all their hashtags and memes, and knowing almighty “algorithms” can cut out anyone for any deviant behavior, users are already less and less unique individuals than ever.
oh how I talk
at LEAST I have something to SAY, and am not just some entitled oxygen-stuffed dinosaur trying to tell people what to do!
also, “stress-free?” this thing has seen some trauma. admittedly I just criticized it but you know what, dinosaur, that’s part of not being extinct, rising to meet challenges. Do you think that pig doesn’t have rough days, or a rough future, or get raised in an environment so noxious and debilitating that its excrement has to be disposed of in a special “lagoon” that is literally fatal for a living being to breathe near and consequently referred to with a vague euphemism to keep people from realizing it is a death pit?
grape grimpity I am eating pork and roasted potatoes while writing this. why did you bring this up, you dumb deflated diplo dorkus?
oh nuts I didn’t realize you were part of a gang. You really do need help! (g-g-gulp and so do I)
I am too tired to proofread this but you probably won’t notice since it details a series of messes anyway.
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Oh right LAST time I mentioned that none of the worked-over pieces have elpse (green imp) in them. It simply was the case that none of them particularly suited elpse, in the coloring of the figure or the demeanor of the scene. I was informed shortly after that, the my-website-breaking-garbage from august is still lingering in the form of an all white page with unreadable text, but only for SOME people, none of them me.
I have been entirely unable to determine the source of or fix that problem. on the twittor website I requested if any persons who literally had nothing better to do, might glance at the front page and report if it was broken to them. I quite FORGOT that the post at the top of the page could be interpreted by a casual reader looking for something to take issue with as saying “the people I know on twitter are freeloading louts” so without getting into more details, I can say the site is still as broken as then BUT not to everybody and there also now a scene to redraw that suits elpse much better!
not necessarily this one; it may be worth giving elpse some stupid jewelry or changing the pears into something stupider but not harder to draw than pears.
or simply remove some of the terrible effects so that the dope I drew in with them temporarily turned off is no longer concealed by them
OTHERWISE I have not yet had cause to make over one that was mostly green, I suppose elpse could theoretically also go into that.
it would be simple to just put nemitz into all of them, but some scenes would not be applicable since they already HAVE nemitz or worse in them, as I needed a second figure to be receiving or granting insult, and I REFUSE to have two nemitzes in one picture. OR the central character is morbidly obese, or the central character is a vague mass of “glitched” body parts that I should never have agreed to draw even for money, much less none.
Grahamted, elpse has been unusually large in size the last few times I finished a page of the comic strip, but that isn’t something I particularly enjoy drawing nor want to indicate is a permanent, pleasant, commemoration-worthy state for elpse. WHICH IS not to say that nemitz is pleasant but I enjoy getting annoyed at how stupid nemitz looks. What I don’t enjoy is people with a sexual fetish for something I drew incidentally assuming I share that with them and encouraging their fetish buddies to acknowledge my efforts for that component alone and talking to me like I also fetishize it in defiant obliviousness of 978% of every other drawing or sentence I have ever posted or any most rudimentary concept of etiquette, then sending me random videos of fat people or pictures of themselves wearing fat suits in direct messages. Which hasn’t happened, for that, and I prefer to keep that aspect of my existence consistent.
this came about back when I attempted to post drawings on the reddit website in 2020. the person was threatening to commission me to draw something but wanted me to say that I would “have fun” with soles-of-feet-focused imagery and “experiment” with it, and I would not, because that isn’t fun for me and experiments mean extra work for no money and also require a base interest which I lack. And so the person stopped responding. Which is probably for the best since I was not going to draw anything this person really liked except inadvertently. plenty of artists in this game do so regularly and do not care if their customers are displeased, but I care about everything, so I prefer to avoid it, and more so I prefer to avoid the consequences of not making certain such customers know how much fun I am not having as soon as possible.
This is actually the rubber clothes humanoid again, before he got to that part. I should have gotten out long before getting there. That garbage went on for days. I was worried about losing a customer, and was intrigued by the weirdness, besides. In the end I realized I didn’t want this person as a customer if he wanted us to be friends, or even casual acquaintances, or under any other circumstances.
that actually isn’t the end. he told me he deleted me as a contact at least twice, and then shortly after I mentioned him here, which was itself more than a year from this chat bit, he sent me, with no other words or context, a creepy semianimation of a bunch of partially melted naked bootleg backstreet boys with the text “so disappoint” printed on it, which I simultaneously wish I had saved and am relieved I will never have to see again. then I found it anyway.
wow you sure showed me with this scornful half-literate slime orgy
unfortunately at the time I did not understand.
should have been
but it evidently wasn’t, for three whole years, since I hate the word in quotation marks so much that I put it in quotation marks and forgot that quotation marks abort the text string and cause any additional text to go nowhere. although i dislike now how wide this picture of it is on my screen!
but don’t worry, anybody who can see this page already isn’t coming back!
frumblegrumble the jackhasslers who decided 20 years of webpages need to retroactively be made smaller to fulfill the whims of willfully inferior technology want ME to “fix” something? Yes they certainly do. Anything they can’t break from their end by deprecating bits of code or requiring more and more “security certificates” on a site running 0 advertisements and off-site scripts that continues working just as it should they are going to try and guilt trip me into dismantling myself.
I know it’s not my fault! It never is! But it’s always my problem. Yet I am not bitter and covetous, and I gladly share it with you.
not surprisingly a number of the “free sketch” recipients from a few years ago eventually lost interest in what I was doing apart from free stuff, or never had it to begin with, especially when I was unable to reciprocate such an appearance of interest. Obviously I am not entitled to attention but my sensitivity to the matter defies the obvious. Since I already had the poses and colors laid out it seemed worth the bit of additional effort to change the characters into my own morons, thereby letting me upload them to try and get attention a second time and also receive a spiteful catharsis that a reasonable person might not have thought necessary.
a lobster which looks to be pretty good at what it does is ridden by a lizard-like being that is objectively terrible.
nemitz don’t forget that for every finger you point there is eh one other finger pointing back at you.
that dreadful mitz was also in this group. nemitz is a functional substitute for most dork anthropomorphs that stand around pointlessly and smiling since that is what nemitz does best.
I started to explain why none of these have elpse in them and it got surprisingly complicated so maybe I will get to that next time, which typically means “save that part elsewhere and forget about it and probably be better off for having done so.”
look at this, candy accumulated by my seven-year-old niece on Halloween, even two nights later, after she went to bed, and there is still good stuff left and milk duds. Where was this kind of payout when I was that age? No necco wafers, no monster munny, no bit-o-honey, no good-n-plenty, laffy taffy, walnuts, candy corn. Meanwhile, maybe twelve or fewer actual children came to my house collecting candy this year. Based on that and the load before me there must be substantially more people giving out candy than going out to be given candy. AND behold the humble expectations of this shoddy little plastic bucket. everyone i knew in the oaf days brought a big old pillow case or shopping bag when collecting, and probably ended up with less stuff than this in it.
granted, in addition to the shoddy stuff I don’t see, I also don’t see the generally edible whoppers, 100 grand, rolos, junior mints, not even nerds or bottle caps. There are definitely fewer TYPES of candy being given out. Some of the fun of collecting is in the weird variety, and there isn’t much here. Did everybody in this area go to the same store? SOME of whom may have done an inordinate amount of shopping at that same store after hearing a local rumor that kids from other neighborhoods get driven over to this one in great numbers and quickly deplete the candy reserves of those who are unprepared?
maybe that is a local hazing prank. This is all the candy that was left over, not including what was still in the offering bowl. I had naught to do with it, however; I never buy reese’s junk. Because I want to be able to eat it afterward if nobody comes to take it. I noticed, with rare exception, the chocolate variety bulk packages at stores -always- try to force some peanut butter junk in there because peanut butter is cheaper for the companies than chocolate but they can charge the same amount and also get to act like it is a feature. I hate Reese.
and now you’re disgusting. I don’t know WHO it is but I want to KILL Reese with a spoon. To think I felt BAD for him when I watched Terminator. saying “not sorry” is like saying “not gonna lie” or “wait for it” in that it communicates absolutely no direct information but does provide indirect information that you should be punched in the nose.
I saw this and questioned if charleston chew was anybody’s favorite anything, except for adults who enjoy punishing children at halloween. They look like they are firm on the outside and soft on the inside and will be pleasant to bite into, but they have the same pencil eraser-like consistency the whole way through. Afterward I experienced an, i thought, unusually high amount of replies claiming to actually enjoy eating these things. to be fair, while frozen, something I never thought to do as a child, but did find necessary and functional with incidental milk duds in later years. Meanwhile reese cups remain distasteful to me at any temperature in ever-growing numbers, while Charleston Chew, good old Charlie C, who was always there for me, and I never realized it, thought I hated him and left town. Has Reese ruined my one true chance at happiness?
A bit more disturbing to me personally, the mother of some children across the street, prior to seeing off her brood for the candy-grab jaunt, was talking to my sister about one of her sons, who appeared to be dressed as Iceman from Megaman, of all things, with a pale face and blue parka, though I could not hear what she was saying. I saw my sister issue a gesture of “no I don’t know what that is” as I got closer. Then the mother saw and turned to me instead, to ask, “are you familiar with the video game under tayul?” and having that suddenly off the internet and real was so bizarre and unpleasant that I forgot what was real and half-consciously said “i try not to be” without considering that the person wearing that costume could hear me, and I noticed he looked rather sullen in the moments afterward before the group journeyed onward. Or maybe he is always like that. Or maybe that is part of the character, despite the smirky memes I have been accosted by. I didn’t exactly say “it is so ubiquitous and associated with easily-manipulable socially mutated mediocrity fetishizing cultists who think they are great people that it literally makes me sad and unlike the cartoon horse worship of ten years ago it never goes away because its members have convinced themselves it is “independent” even though people with followings larger than the population of Estonia have been financing and promoting it since before it existed” so I may be overthinking the incident. Having that as a costume, an unrecognizable cheap costume at that, for a few hours, is a long way from trying to sell or trying look like you are in good with people who sell non-fungible tokens. All he wanted were fudgible tokens.
NO, “trunk or treat” is NOT normal, it should not BECOME normal, nor should it become twit-commercialized and robbed of what little organic value it has. potentially the fact that I didn’t see any discounted candy but did find a full display of these on november 5 indicates that it isn’t being bought like it’s normal yet. Not that I NEED discounted candy because my house is already overflowing with full price “but it was on sale” pre-halloween candy but I still like to check on it and see how it is doing.
I should be glad I haven’t seen under terror merchandise in any stores, (as much as twitter dorks will go quite out of their ways to let me know they acquired some) even though I know substantially more about every nuance of it without ever once trying than Overwatch, which I HAVE seen on junk at the super market, yet the only fact I know about it is that one of the main characters wears ridiculous skin-tight yellow pants. I suppose I could call the lot of them under-desired and over-exposed. haaaaaah my back hurts.
a stylish, though perhaps a tad suspicious dragon creature robision for Rabbit, or Habit, whoever wants it. admittedly I am unskilled in depicting non-suspicious beings.
the idea here was of the subject as a blank “canvas” on to which paint of two specific pinkish tones had been splattered. the background is also primarily drawn in those pinkishes.
the person who bought this also asked if i planned to print any further comic books. the “plan,” as much as the comic strip ever had one, from the beginning has been to print the whole thing, but I have not made any progress toward preparing the fourth book, apart from switching things around to make book 3 conclude more cleanly. in fact i haven’t touched new pages either since june or july. unfortunately i seem only able to progress on one unending niche-interest project at a time, and for much of this year it was the gzdoom business that I had accumulated much anxiety about leaving unfinished for years, not considering that it was not a bit closed to being finishable. the comic strip and beet cartoons also aren’t but they at least have progressed linearly enough that I could release bits of them in arguably finalized forms. beet part 1 being most arguable since I had started on a redraw of that, even, which also lingers unfinished, while the initial finalization of part 3 also does.
I suppose it is “progress” that I recognize a finalization to be “initial.” I suppose it is better to accept a habit you can’t break than live the rest of your life continually being freshly disappointed by your failing to break it. I suppose frequently. I suspect I am not supposed to. I also suspect frequently, hence perhaps my illustrating of suspicious-looking beast-folk.
this brief scene seems to indicate that the second speaker is knowledgeable about the locations of numerous individual graves, which is unusual, but not impossible.
these remind me of the stuff I thought was clever when I was seven years old. at the back of every school bus was a so-labeled “Emergency Door.” I would point at it and say something like “get it? ’emergen-KEY door!” I can absolutely imagine myself drawing a gravestone that says “ED U. Dead” into one of my incomprehensible comic strips, and understanding so little about the world that I thought it might as well be inside a coffin.
A popular “joke” of the period was to refer to a non-existent book titled “The Yellow River,” ostensibly authored by a person named “I.P. Daily/Freely” but I presented a more accurate version by “P. Din Creek.” It didn’t matter to me that I had never heard of anyone named Creek or, outside of the Phantom Tollbooth, Din. A joke didn’t mean the same thing to me as anyone else, and nobody informed me of that, and I had to figure it out across 20 or soish years of being a complete loser, and bloom into a partial loser. I should feel inspired that somebody can live fully into adult-hood without determining what a joke is and still accumulate the competence to be able to afford and maintain a home. Or perhaps feel worried that there may be many of these people voting leaders into office, potentially being those leaders. Possibly I have even experienced unhinged, emoji-saturated lectures from some of them on facebook and youtube.
this one seems too rooted in reality. It isn’t dumb enough for it to be funny how funny it isn’t.
that is a bit worse, and consequently better, although I personally would have opted for “eatum bullet” or “biton bullet” or, if space permitted, “gottum shottum byum bullet”
oddly enough two weeks prior, the ED U. Dead stone was out in front on the ground next to Bob D. Headed and I was dismayed that it was gone when I returned to take a picture of it, then could not contain my amusement when I discovered it again, then more so after considering where it had relocated to.
this jovial grim reaper and meeply illustrated grave marker are disturbingly inspired, given the context. Unless I imagine that the skeleton handled all the decorating and wants to watch and see who is impressed, and then it all works. I accept that they are boneheads.
pog explodes. must be tuesday.
unlike the case with the walking animation, I have no difficulty letting go of the old version
here is an attempt at a video showing what this looks like. A particularly annoying sound effect in there, which has been there since always, that I never realized was annoying until I put it into a video is presently meant to only play a third of the time but I don’t hear its two partners in here at all.
i neglected to show how easy it is to get trapped by the pogs. that should have been the main idea; why bother shooting them otherwise? in fact they DO destroy the player right after the first clip cuts out. why did i cut that out? I don’t remember, but it would take another twenty minutes to put that back in and I need to go for a walk outside good night. maybe i will put up a better video later!
the snikpels are unusually aggressive for a doom-engine monster. in the final “game” I won’t put so many of the shooting type into the same room. probably. This isn’t a real level anyway; just a test zone because none of the existing levels were designed for… well none of them were designed.
I THINK i can make the explodo-pogs create a circular blast impression directly on the floor, drawn as part of the floor, rather than a distracting sprite, but I haven’t attempted that yet. that is why I don’t like to make videos; there is always something that isn’t ready yet that I feel like is just about to be ready! Also the video capture and video editing softwares fight me every step of the ways, and they usually win, but I don’t ever remember that they are going to do that so that is not an effective method of discouragement.
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yes I can in fact make them leave a mark on the ground but it doesn’t work pleasantly on inclined floors. it stops in the up direction and floats over the down direction, both looking silly and allowing other objects to be partially underneath it. from what I understand “flat sprites” simply don’t work on ramps and probably won’t ever. Ramps are a novelty anyway and I usually prefer the orderly appearance of stairs!
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10-17 456pm also it seems that the microphone i have been relying on the past few years no longer functions, and I don’t know if that is because its function has been compromised or because computer manufacturers became prejudiced against microphones that aren’t attached to “headsets” and made them much more difficult to get working. I bought some weird port merging device which allowed the microphone to work on the previous computer but as this machine is newer it may have awareness of my present method and require a different purchased object to get past the latest unnecessary obstacle. unfortunately basic functionality is a bit more than a novelty!
10-16-2021 1201am: i thought i would make a quick video for today/yesterday so of course it isn’t quick at all but it is already late so i am not going to not do that to save time either.
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the new snikpel graphics seem to be “working.” there is still plenty to do, though!
for example something urgently needs to be done about THIS.
these monsters I still have yet to begin redrawing/redesigning. I forgot I made so many of them! the nemitz and lope became too specific of characters since I originally inserted them into this mess and no longer seem functional in these roles, particularly since they condone dopes so much.
the new pog can walk at least, and doesn’t need to do much more than that, mercifully.
only five angles now but I do not think the asymmetrical highlighting was necessary.
There is something very determined and stupid about the old version that I still like, particularly on the east-facing angle,, and maybe I shall use it as a base for another imbecile eventually. Because why would I allow for the possibility of this ever being finished?
most of a certainty you will not be able to read this comic strip without clicking on it to enlarge it. Do use that information to your advantage when deciding whether or not to click on it.
My mother notified me of her alarm at the swear words in this. Indeed I don’t like them but at some point amitz its production I stopped noticing the vulgarity since I find hostile emoji usage (especially with blue used to color bodily liquid sources) so much more offensive. I realized recently it has been twenty years since I first observed an association between jerks in arguments and using smile icons to show how NOT SAD they were, plus enough typed out laughter abbreviations to be mistaken for a batman villain, appropriately enough on the DC comics message board, albeit the Mad Magazine section of it. I wondered how best to commemorate that and what I did probably wasn’t it.
in order to further facilitate not-reading, clicking on the following image will do nothing:
people talk trash about facebook when they aren’t on it, but I didn’t get any condescending comments about the comic strip when I posted it there, only from someone on an embarrassing “furry” website I really should have given up on ages ago who has no business talking down to anybody. but to be fair my reach on facebook is less than if I stood outside my house holding up the computer with that image displayed on the screen until the battery emptied out.
Another of my observations is that self-identified “furries” who are also self-identified “writers” tend to write the worst things [that don’t have smiley faces and lols in them].
that doesn’t mean it’s good!
a helpful person from my web host asmallorange was able to, as far as I can tell, alleviate the total breakdown afflicting the “art” gallery website subsection. It will probably break again if whatever broke it this time happens again, and it well might since I still don’t know what broke it this time, but for the MOMENT it is unbroken. a different person with a different approach took on my comment form issues:
That is certainly different! I looked around, the only file that seemed to have been altered was “php.ini,” which I had not noticed there previously, but inside it was only
fix errors by hiding anything that has an error in it, ungenious! I should have suggested that when I had my car brakes checked the day before.
Admippedly the brake check and pad(s) replacement cost me more than the web hosting does in four years and the car people weren’t able/going to fix another problem in the catalytic converter without doubling the price and implementation time it was originally expected to be.
from that perspective my not getting the assistance I required from this source makes sense. Thus I would prefer the support person to have said “it isn’t my job to fix your code even if it isn’t your fault your code broke,” rather than “magic! all better! happy now.” I would still complain but it would be a more evolved complaint. I am an idiot about php but that doesn’t mean I am simply an idiot. Whatever does mean that is much more complicated to hide.
und so today I “fixed” the comment form by replacing the troublsome “ereg” with the somehow less objectionable “preg_match”… I found another person’s webpage indicating that I should do this weeks ago, but it includes so much extraneous information that I figured there was more to it than I could grasp and didn’t mess with it until I had checked on the possibility of undoing whatever caused this mess. Unfortunately this present comment form doesn’t alternate the colors on each comment anymore. Or did I never get the color alternating to work to begin with? Or that stopped working at some other point? I can’t remember. Whatever I have now at least is better than the default comment form and heaps better than having an obnoxious error there, and yes it is even better than there simply being nothing at all because the error got hided.
why am I able to see this?