Jupiter Ascending

On impulse, I went to see the new movie from the Wachowskis,  “Jupiter Ascending” today. I wasn’t expecting that much – the reviews have been generally terrible, citing an incoherent plot. I was hoping that it would be gorgeous and would only insult my intelligence a little.

The reviewers are fucking idiots.

This movie is gorgeous. It is wall to wall eyegasms. And it explains its plot perfectly fine; it just assumes you’re actually intelligent, and doesn’t set everything out for you at the beginning. The dialogue is mixed clearly, so it’s easy to figure out what the hell is going on.

It also has a climactic fight that takes place between a dragon-man and a sexy space werewolf who has shoes that let him rail-grind on thin air. In the middle of a giant refinery that looks like a Gothic cathedral. Said refinery is slowly sinking into Jupiter’s atmosphere, and is collapsing around everyone during the fight.

The design in this movie is amazing. The spaceships. Oh my fuck the spaceships. My jaw dropped at some of the shots of the spaceships. I cannot remember the last time I wanted a movie’s art book this bad – hell, this is the first time I can remenber wanting one in the first place, to be honest, and there doesn’t seem to be one. AAARG.

Go see this movie while it is still on the big screen. Prepare to have multiple eyegasms. And a surprisingly intelligent plot to go with them.

There is one movie this reminds me of more than anything else: The Fifth Element. Gorgeous, self-aware, and told with the narrative terseness of a French SF comic book. And utterly panned by the critics.

Spring!

I was walking alongside a street full of cars waiting for the light. A guy shouted, “Hey! I like your tattoo!” out his open window.

“Thanks!”, I shouted back, and spread my arms wide to show off the full spread of my wings as I kept walking.

A chorus of “Wow” “Oooh” “Holy cow” came from the guy and his buddies. I grinned to myself.

I didn’t know until that moment just how much I’ve missed those kinds of little interactions.

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I should be drawing Rita.

I should be doing my laundry.

I should be going to trapeze class this evening.

I should be doing the daily exercise I decided I need to get back into the habit of.

I should be experimenting with a new store site that approached me.

I should be packaging up the Tarot deck order that came in right after I fulfilled the last two orders.

But I still have the tail end of this stupid cold I caught on my trip. All that shit can wait. Who wants to come over and cook something healthy and tasty for me.

(Technique note: this was an attempt at a different approach to how I did that ‘witchsona’ piece yesterday. I tried playing with spot colors and overprint. But it completely fell apart when I exported the image, so I shrugged and switched it back to using multiply mode, and didn’t bother fixing up the weirdnesses this resulted in.)

 

#witchsona

witchsona 2015

This year’s #witchsona is some kind of dragon/reptile taur hanging out in the desert.

Technique-wise it’s kinda inspired by some marker sketches I made while I was visiting Monument Valley last week.

From my inbox this morning: the rare Dick Pic Solicitation.

From: Not a valid Answer <hondavtx18@yahoo.com>

To: “egypt@urnash.com” <egypt@urnash.com>

i just read a post you wrote in 2012 about your medications and effects it had on your penis. can i see a pic of that?

DEAR INTERNET, HELP ME CHOOSE MY REPLY:

A: I’m sorry, in 2014 I had it replaced with a set of lights that flashes in patterns known to trigger epilepsy in 95% of humanity.

B: Here you go. [picture taken from the profile of Twitter user @hondavtx18]

C: [no response]

D: [leave suggestion in comments]

Another fine mess

“Let's go to Monument Valley for a weekend”, I said. “It'll be neat.” I looked at the forecast: cold but sunny. I bought plane tickets for me and Nick; we made reservations. The plan was to fly into Salt Lake City, spend the night, then rent a car and drive down to the southernmost edge of Utah, spend a couple nights at a lodge by Monument Valleh, look at pretty rocks, then drive back to SLC and fly home.

Well, we got as far as Monument Valley without any major incidents. The GPS we rented with the car refused to charge, so it conked out just before a crucial turn. We realized our error before driving off to somewhere in the desert, and were able to navigate via my phone, an external battery, and some paper maps. We made it to the lodge and thought we were home free.

But then it started snowing. It hasn't stopped. The weather app is telling me there's a winter storm warning in effect for the area, until Monday.

Our room is supposed to have a view of Monument Valley. Right now it has a view of a couple of roads and buildings, then a featureless expanse of white.

That's not all. Flying, then spending a night at high altitudes, then spending six hours driving, did terrible things to Nick's sinuses and various muscles of the neck and head. He barely got any sleep last night due to the ensuing headache. It finally calmed down when the lodge's gift shop opened, and I was able to acquire some aspirin there. He's spent most of the day asleep. I spent most of the day worrying about him,

For a while we were worried he'd contracted something worse. We'd stopped in a Wal-Mart on the drive down for a few supplies – water, an audio cable to play music in the car, and the emergency kit he'd promised his mom he'd get, though we opted not to bother with that last. We both hit the bathroom; there was a guy in the men's room vomiting profusely, and Nick worried he'd gotten it. In fact, reminding him of that early this morning made his body decide to barf a couple of times, just in case. If he DID catch something it's pretty inevitable I've been exposed to it. We will see.

So it looks like we will be changing the flight back and extending our stay. The roads are unlikely to be safe to drive in time for us to make our flight. And it would also be nice to, you know, actually stick around for a day of sunshine and go look at the damn rocks that are the reason for this trip.

He's got his laptop; he'll get some work done. Me? I decided this would be A Vacation, and left mine at home. I won't be working on Rita much this week. I have a sketchbook and a handful of markers; I'll draw… Something. Maybe some fan art, I never draw fan art. Maybe play with designs for Drowning City, maybe just draw whatever and see if anything comes together.

 

Time to go look at some rocks.

Those rocks ain’t gonna look at themselves.

The yearly breakup.

That was a pretty good valentine’s day.

Nick came over; we slouched in the living room and watched “Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf”. Which is about a really complicated relationship; there’s a lot of embittered hatred in the dialogue, but there’s also a ton of chemistry between Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton that kind of turns it into something I see as a relationship I’d like to be in.

We MST3K’d it, since we’d both seen it before. We constructed an alternate version of it in which Martha and George get a lot of their aggression out by sublinating it through her hyena fursona and his WoW Death Knight character. I am tempted to draw caricatures of them as just that.

The next morning, we sprawled in the living room playing some video games – Sony was having a valentine’s day sale on couch multiplayer games, and I’d picked up Geometry Wars, Rayman, and Guilty Gear Xrd Sign. We played a chunk of Geometry Wars and had a great time once he started to get a decent grasp of the basics; it was a lot of fun helping him learn that.

Now he is gone and I am going to do my homework: after a quick attempt at one round of GGXrdS, I need to go through its very extensive tutorials to actually learn how to play a modern fighting game. Wish me luck…

A brief worry about race and character design.

This article about how Schulz added a black character to Peanuts has me thinking. I can sympathize with his fear of Doing It Horribly Wrong; I’m slowly dealing with a little of that myself as I work on finalizing designs for Drowning City.

See, while it started out being set in a generic city vaguely inspired by New Orleans, over the years it has firmly become a story set in New Orleans. And one thing about New Orleans is that its population is slightly less than 2/3 black.

As a white cartoonist, this is dangerous fucking territory. There is this fear that the slightest misstep will end up being racist, and that I’ll look like Hank Ketcham doing his first attempt to stick a black kid into Dennis the Menace (see the Schulz article). Or like Alan Moore defending his use of a “gollywog” in later League of Extraordinary Gentlemen stories. It’s way too tempting to just say “fuck it” and whitewash the whole cast… except then it sure as hell isn’t set in the city I come from.

As I think about that fear, it is painfully obvious that the right way to handle this is to pass my designs past some actual people of African ancestry. So. Who’s following me that’s in that category? And is willing to check out some of my designs as they come together for various roles and tell me if I come off looking like some fucked-up racist cracker or not? Especially with the protagonist being a white girl, and some of her adversaries being black. Shaky fucking ground, that. And I know it.

And of course part of this is also to do my damn research and draw off of some photos instead of just doodling out stuff from my head like I’ve been doing so far. I think that’s pretty much at the top of the agenda for the next time I work on Drowning City stuff.

Anyway. Time to go find some food for my food-hole.

A typical evening at home.

Things I do: A pile of unused cardboard boxes left over from the last Kickstarter, plus a cushion, becomes a highly adjustable seat upon which to rest most of my weight while trying to stretch my legs out towards splits. There is a long way to go before I can even begin to support myself with my hands on the ground while spreading my legs; doing it this way seems like it will both let me slowly descend as I stretch further over time, and keep myself from boredom by using my hands to manage turning the pages of an e-book.

(The boxes are still folded flat, of course, so they’re just a convenient pile of hard-to-crush cardboard for me to sit on.)

Today was pretty useless otherwise; all I really did was play Sunless Sea. I suspect I am recovering from the huge amount of work I made my body do on Wednesday evening at aerial class. It never complains the next day after a lot of exertion; it’s always two days after. Bodies are weird.

I should figure out what I want for food tonight.