slow day

It was one of those days where I woke up late, after waking up early from funky dreams and going back to sleep. I went out for some errands and tried to get some work done on Rita, but couldn’t seem to make myself focus. I came home and realized I needed some FOOD before going to aikido class, and that I was too short on time to manage it before I needed to run off to class, so I’m punting on aikido tonight.

But on the other hand I do now have names for all the tiers in the Rita kickstarter. I’ve decided I’m going to edit in some imagery for the video, and I kinda wonder if wanting to do that in the back of my head is why I got so little done while out at the cafe – when my brain Wants To Do A Thing, it’s really hard to make it do anything else. I might work on that now that I’m at home instead of in a place where making lots of repetitive noise will drive people crazy. Oooh, and I also need to draw the cover for book 2 so I can use it as the still image for the KS video.

Also while digging around for ideas for tier names, I ran across a rap song about Alice and Bob.

I wish I’d managed to come up with an appropriate tier for the name “Bruce Schneier Facts” but some things just are not meant to be.

Four pages left to draw before book 2 is done. I’m seriously thinking about taking a break for a couple weeks after that happens, so I can have something like a vacation. Especially with (a) a trip to New Orleans coming up and (b) Saints Row 4 coming out. yes I know I’ve talked about how I generally try to avoid games that are about Pushing The Hurt Button for days and days of gameplay, but how can I resist a game with a dubstep cannon. Not that said vacation won’t have the Kickstarter hanging over it, but I’m reasonably confident that the second time around will be a LOT less stressful.

Rita’s Row

I’ve been fooling around with the Saint’s Row 4 character generator. I decided to do what I’d done with SR3 and play as Rita. I’ve got several versions up on the site; if you have a desire to run around Steelport as Rita, check ’em out.

Rita Perelmann, all dressed up for being the president.
Rita Hatt
Ritamyriax yes this is what a dragoness wears when she’s president, are YOU gonna argue with her?

And while I’m at it here’s the version from SR3, which I only played as Rita 1.
SR3 Rita Perelmann
SR3 Rita Perelmann #2 (after I downloaded the vampire DLC; most of the time at this point I ran around with the tit size a lot closer to max)

tier naming

I’ve got a first cut of the video for the Rita 2 Kickstarter. I’ve got a mostly-finalized list of the tiers, too. I need snappy names for a couple of them, though. Any suggestions?

Offsite Backup: $1, PDF of books 1/2.

Paper Trail: $25, The book, PDFs.

Parallel Processing: $38, Three discounted copies of the book, for comic shops only.

Zero Knowledge Proof: $45, Signed book, some postcards, PDFs.

Privilege Escalation: $60, signed book, postcards, PDFs, drawing in book – only five, this is for early birds.

Unnamed With Drawing: $80, same as Privilege Escalation. I might not do this one. I’ll also probably put a limit on this one.

Unnamed Text Sponsor: $120, text sponsorship, drawing in book, etc.

Unnamed Image Sponsor: $160, small image sponsorship, drawing in book, etc

Panopticon: $300, large image sponsorship, drawing in book, etc.

Error Correction: $400, your name (subject to approval) and an appropriate pronoun replace the glitched text on this page. Large image sponsorship (same as Panopticon) plus all the other stuff.

I’m debating if I need to do a cool montage of pages at the beginning of this one’s video like I did for the first one, or if just me talking enthusiastically at the camera about the comic is enough. Dunno.

another purity test point gone

Last night Nick came over. We ended up naked on the beanbag chair in the living room, with a music visualizer being projected across my body as I rocked up and down atop him. This is a kind of hippie bourgeois thing that even as I was doing it felt like something done by a kind of person I never thought I’d be.

Life is good.

kickstarter time is near

I just roughed out the last few pages of book 2 of Rita. It’s going to be 58 pages of story, which is two more than book one. Which I think means book two will be the same size, with almost exactly the same front/backmatter, except no “Ask Rita” this time.

And I guess that means it’s time to nail down my quotes and rough shipping date estimates, and put the Kickstarter video together. I’m thinking I’ll try to launch that sometime next week. Then all I have to do is prepare the files for printing, which should be a lot easier the second time around. The big thing to do is some edits for clarity I want to do on the dance routine in chapter X – I need to make it clear Rita 2 is pretending to stab herself, not actually stabbing herself, and see how it works if I run some music over the whole thing to make it clear it’s a dance number. Plus I have to go through and make sure all the spot gloss is set up properly, and consider adding a little more here and there. I’m sure that doing all of this will eat up the one-week buffer I currently have, and probably slow production of the start of book 3 down. But at least I think I’ve limited the sketches enough that I won’t take like three months in the middle of winter to get those done instead of drawing pages. Which also might mean that I’ll have book 3 done a little earlier, in time for Rainfurrest.

Damn. Book two. I can’t believe I’ve managed to get this far on so big a project. And I really can’t see any reason why book three won’t be happening in another year or so, barring complete and utter catastrophe. I’m happy.

When it’s all done, my reward? Draw more comics. What else?

the dream of oh geeze it’s my childhood bedroom gone creepy AGAIN sheesh

I was going down a dark corridor. It wasn't my destination, but I came to a door leading off to my childhood room. Or, rather, to a half-assed copy of it. The windows were wrong, and half-open. There was a general aura of CREEPY about it, and I paused in the doorway for a moment, then just kinda rolled my eyes and was all “it's just a dream symbol for something”. I then drifted lazily through the air to the windows, and closed them. And then I pulled the shades down. The left one went down okay; the right one was a struggle. There were a bunch of plush toys perched somehow on the strips of wood between the panes that I needed to either not disturb or somehow pull the shade down between the plushie and the window, there were shelves pushed up right against the edge that were in the way of pulling down the shades. And the shades seemed to be made of repurposed garbage bags; they were translucent black and flimsy.

Finally I got the shade down. And then I woke up. It was about 2am and I was pretty thirsty.

There was stuff before it – something about mixing a deadly poison potion through a videogamey method of just clicking on the ingredients, and something about moving from the safe room I was in to another one that was a little risky because the game had ended there or something – but it's gone now.

I think the most interesting part about this dream is the way I recognized a repeating symbol, along with a spurious emotion. My sleeping brain likes to bring up I AM IN MY CHILDHOOD BEDROOM AND SOMETHING IS WROOOONG OUTSIDE THE WINDOWS now and then. I usually secure it without much problem, but the way I just threw off the warning emotion and got down to work was new. I was conscious enough to be analyzing it all as a Dream Symbol, even while I was still acting in the dream. But not conscious enough to go “hey wow I'm dreaming lets fool around!”.

I feel like this may be the back of my brain that believes in magic saying it's time to start banishing before going to bed again; it's been a while since the last time I did that. The Scientist rolls her eyes and scoffs, but then the Pragmatist points out that if the Magician is gonna keep us awake if we don't do this, it's probably easier to just let her do it, hell maybe she's on to something. And the Dragon rolls over and opens one eye and mutters something about it being four in the fucking morning and we'll do it tomorrow night, right now we just wanna get some fucking sleep, okay? So that's sorted then I guess.

my empire slowly grows

I got some email today from the folks at Phoenix Comics down in Capitol Hill. Seems the four books I brought down there a couple weeks ago are already sold out, and they’d like another half dozen. That’s in addition to the three they sold the other month.

I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that it’s being displayed pretty prominently in their “local comics” section, and that everyone who works in the shop right now is to some degree a fan of my work. Plus Cap Hill is the gay part of town, and there’s a lot of casual gayness in Rita.. But sheeiit. I must be doing something right for it to be moving like that.

I guess there’s a definite niche for a story about a queer robot lady with reality troubles. If I’m lucky maybe it’s even a significantly-sized one.

And if I’m really lucky I’ll only lose about 50% of the audience that likes Rita when my next projects are furry porn and dark urban fantasy, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

undirected training

Do you ever get the feeling that you’re putting points into a skill – without having any idea what it is?

Whenever I wander through the local park, I find myself experimenting. How quietly can I walk on this leaf-strewn gravel path? Can I balance along this log? How can I traverse this terrain most efficiently?

Today I discovered that walking very, very slowly, such that I’m crouched on one foot for several seconds at a time while the other lazily finds a place to stand, creates a fascinating little rippling sensation in my hip if I move my hips just right. It feels more stable, too. Bodies are complicated, and it’s fascinating to spend time re-visiting things I worked out long ago to see how I can refine reflexive movements like “walking” for different purposes.

But I still keep feeling like I’m slowly trying to put points in a “cat burglar” character build or something.

stuff I did today

Mooned around the apartment for a while.

Went out to Trabant and worked on Rita. Didn’t get the next page done yet; my queue is slowly emptying again. After skittering away from it to poke at the web instead for a while, I finally realized that I needed to hash out some things that weren’t quite right about the next few pages I have roughed out. So I fixed that. Which involved adding another page to this chapter – but I’m still pretty damn close to the end of this book.

Then I went to the comic shop. Got some of the usual stuff, and, on a whim, browsed the quarter bins. In them, I found a couple treasures: a color Konny & Czu story by Howarth, and this crazy, crazy thing from 1989 called “Gammarauders”. It’s from DC, based on some wacked-out TSR boardgame about people piloting cybered-out giant animals in a comic post-apocalypse world. It is loud and garish and everything DC’s current comics are not, and I was immediately in love.

I mean, look at this craziness. It’s just so pop. All the full-bleed panels in an American sized comic book give it a real immediacy when it’s in your hands; I’m gonna have to experiment with this someday. And you can tell the artist is having a blast doing this.

Some research at home revealed that it ended after ten issues. Hunting up a torrent let me see the sad disintegration of it; after the first three issues, the original penciler started getting substituted for by someone with a much more normal DC style every other issue. And the original penciller’s pages started slowly looking more generic-DC, as well. Which is very sad because this “Martin King” guy had a really fun style that sat somewhere between American comics tradition and the Japanese action cartoons that were starting to become a cultural force over here; every page was just bursting with energy and craziness. The scriptwriter stayed the same for every issue, but the dreadfully sane art for half the books really dragged the whimsey down.

Martin King is kinda hard to find on the net, what with being overshadowed by Martin LUTHER King Jr. He seems to have drifted through DC fairly quickly; in addition to six issues of Gammarauders, a DC wiki credits him with all of five other comics, two of which are Who’s Who and thus probably just have a couple illos by him somewhere in them. If he’s done anything else for any other comics presses, I have no idea.

Anyway, now that I’ve read the entire run of this obscure piece of madness, I think it’s bedtime.