Back to the comics mines.

I just uploaded three pages to the Rita queue. Chapter 20 will start showing up this week. Woo!

Now to see if I can actually start getting pages out again on at least a weekly basis. There is at least one Very Complicated Page near the end of this chapter that will probably cause a halt in regular updates when I get to it. If it does then, well, that’s life. Or maybe I’ll manage to start poking at it in tiny bits as I work on the four pages that precede it and have it ready to go. I won’t hold my breath, though.

I was hoping to have all of Rita done near the beginning of 2015, but it’s looking more and more like I’ll finish it in spring or summer. That’s life, I guess.

 

Technical drawing skill versus narrative craft.

So the day before yesterday, two animated music videos popped up on Twitter at about the same time for me.

“Freak of the Week” by Freak Kitchen, animated after a $140k Kickstarter campaign by the dude who draws ‘Blacksad’ and a few other Disney feature veterans…

…and “Ghost” by the Mystery Skulls, animated for an unknown budget by “Mysteryben27” and a few other folks.

A hell of a lot more people were retweeting the Mystery Skulls video than the Freak Kitchen video, myself included.

I find myself thinking about why this is. Because clearly the Freak Kitchen video is “better” animation, right? There’s a lot more attention paid to any individual frame, the motion is beautiful and fluid. The Mystery Skulls video’s animation is often crude even by the standards of the Hanna-Barbera cartoons it borrows from. (The individual drawings are pretty good – but there are so few of them!)

And yet. The Freak Kitchen video is just “hey here are some caricatures of the band rocking out”. It switches back and forth between animation and stock footage; in terms of narrative, it’s little more than a standard video made with lots of shots of the band playing. Nothing really happens – there’s no tension built up about whether or not these leering musicians will be destroyed by the molten metal involved in their cartoon stage presentation. The Mystery Skulls video, on the other hand, is presented in a consistent style from start to finish, and has a narrative. It’s very much intertwined with the music – everything bounces to the beat, its action riffs off the lyrics – but it adds a whole new layer of story to the song. Halfway through when it hops into a flashback and gives you a reason this skeleton dude is pursuing these Scooby-Doo parodies, it may even become somewhat emotionally affecting. The Freak Kitchen video never reaches for that; at the end, all it has to sum itself up with is ‘the band leader was imagining a really cool stage show and now they go play for real’.

On the micro level of frame-by-frame animation, the Freak Kitchen video is far superior. Juanjo and his crew are into drawing these dudes rocking out, this animation has really been loved on. But on a macro level, the Mystery Skulls video is the one that wins, with its attention paid to story, character, and the occasional gag.

As always: pour all the care and craft you like into a drawing, but ultimately, when dealing with any form of art in sequence, it’s story that carries the day.

age marker

It’s official. I’m old. I just gave art advice to someone who was born the same year I started using Illustrator as my main medium. I have a pencil case that’s older than this kid that I still use.

(For the record? I got a CD full of pirated copies of Photoshop, AI, and Painter from a friend, then grabbed ‘Real World Illustrator 8’ and started fiddling around. I also told this kid to not focus exclusively on learning Illustrator, but also to spend time sitting around with pencil and paper drawing stuff.)

A day of errands and slack.

Today Nick came over in the morning. We went to the farmer's market, then rented a car for a few hours to haul the last wave of Kickstarter packages to the post office. The post office was supposed to come pick them up yesterday, but never showed. Even though I paid 'em $20 to supposedly come at a particular time.

We also ran up to Northgate for some sewing supplies for my coat upgrade. And because he'd left something there that he was bringing to my place, and was afraid he might have left at the bus stop.

After lunch, we went back to my place and lounged in the living room for a while. He puttered on the net, I played some more Amalur for a while. At one point “famous people who share your birthday” came up, and he found out that in addition to sharing P. T. Barnum's birthday, I also share Bill Watterson's. Which was cool. I'd known about Barnum since I was a kid but that was new.

We also played the latest version of Ascencion, which was pretty fun. I ended up winning 107-70something, not bad for a few mistakes in the beginning and not playing any version in a good while.

And now I am lying alone in my bed listening to a neighbor practice their bongos. They have been joined tonight by a flute. It is simultaneously charming and annoying, and is kind of the price of living in the university district, really. (Also the drummer's playing is significantly more complex than when I first started hearing their evening sessions – hooray for the power of practice!)

Tomorrow I will probably do some combination of working on the coat, dealing with non-Kickstarter packages that have backed up while I dealt with the KS, and writing Rita.

A day of errands and slack.

Today Nick came over in the morning. We went to the farmer's market, then rented a car for a few hours to haul the last wave of Kickstarter packages to the post office. The post office was supposed to come pick them up yesterday, but never showed. Even though I paid 'em $20 to supposedly come at a particular time.

We also ran up to Northgate for some sewing supplies for my coat upgrade. And because he'd left something there that he was bringing to my place, and was afraid he might have left at the bus stop.

After lunch, we went back to my place and lounged in the living room for a while. He puttered on the net, I played some more Amalur for a while. At one point “famous people who share your birthday” came up, and he found out that in addition to sharing P. T. Barnum's birthday, I also share Bill Watterson's. Which was cool. I'd known about Barnum since I was a kid but that was new.

We also played the latest version of Ascencion, which was pretty fun. I ended up winning 107-70something, not bad for a few mistakes in the beginning and not playing any version in a good while.

And now I am lying alone in my bed listening to a neighbor practice their bongos. They have been joined tonight by a flute. It is simultaneously charming and annoying, and is kind of the price of living in the university district, really. (Also the drummer's playing is significantly more complex than when I first started hearing their evening sessions – hooray for the power of practice!)

Tomorrow I will probably do some combination of working on the coat, dealing with non-Kickstarter packages that have backed up while I dealt with the KS, and writing Rita.

Video game play styles: nature or nurture?

As video games started to have multiple characters available to choose form, a convention emerged: dudes are slow but can take lots of damage, while girls are fast and easy to break. (Oh, and of course there’s also the character with medium HP and speed. Who is always a dude too.)

Nowadays, there are a lot of games that let you customize your character in terms of both appearance and attributes. But I find that if I’m handed a blank slate and a bunch of character points, I will pretty much always end up with a fast, low-HP character. Hell, give me a game about little spaceships flying around and shooting things and I’ll take the highly-maneuverable glass cannon.

I find myself suddenly wondering: is this a play style I have simply been trained to be better at because it’s what I had to learn to use if I was going to choose the female character? Or is it what I innately prefer, and it’s only a concidence that it happens to be what’s traditionally mapped onto female characters?

 

Terrible Halloween Ideas

Sexy Technopriest Costume

was planning on just sewing a bunch of LEDs into my black coat and going as a Blinky Witch, but I think I just came up with a much more beautifully stupid idea. All I need is a few layers of red lingerie, black goggles or wraparound mirrorshades, an emblem sewn to the uppermost layer, a black beanie, and a black balloon full of helium!

Bonus points: persuade someone to dress up as John DiFool, and make a Deepo by attaching some stuff to a white balloon.

Nobody will get this. Except for that one person who is quite possibly a NEW BEST FRIEND.

I’m really tempted to do this. And still keep on sewing LEDs into my coat, of course, because, hey, who doesn’t want to high-tech multicolor witch coat?

 

dream: fragments

existing as a couple of chips hidden in a poster on a wall while hiding from folks who would kill me

eating plates to get mass to break down to repair my broken body (which was some kind of high-tech simulacrum of a human body, the magic wand I would wave if I was going to put that in a story is probably ‘nanobots’)

flying around as a temporary dragon with Vital Resources (but no memory of what they were)

getting a phone call telling me “you need to move NOW” because The Enemy were closing in and trying to make my elderly Asian mother stop asking for explanations and just Go – and then I woke up with a bit of a start.

While I can’t remember the connective tissue of this dream, in general this one had an overall theme of ‘being hunted’. It wasn’t a nightmare or anything; it was more like I was in an action movie or something. It was An Adventure and I remained pretty chill throughout the whole thing.

 

Lashina

Lashina

Another one of the Female Furies.

For Lashina, I felt I had a tight edge to walk – I wanted to keep what is, quite honestly, the BDSM flavor of her outfit, but de-objectify it a bit. Those rings around the tits were cute, Jack, but kinda blatant. I took it down to one simple signifier: she’s got a collar with a ring on it. Also she whips people with the steel ribbons she’s tied up in but that’s nothing new.