the end of an era

I just tweaked the front page of the site and removed the link to my now-dormant Livejournal. It hasn’t been updated since March, when LJ’s Russian owners put up a new TOS that banned queer content; the WordPress-to-Livejournal autoposter has been returning an error every time I posted a blog entry since then. Feels weird to do that; I met Nick on there, did a lot of growing up, and kinda figured it would stick around for a long time. But there it is. Things change.

I also got rid of the link to my old DA account, which has been dormant for years because I get next to no activity on anything I post there.

But the real reason I was in there was to switch the Mastodon link to point to my account on dragon.style instead of my account on mastodon.social – and to move it higher up in the list than my increasingly-dormant Twitter account.


And while I was there I also added a link to Parallax to the ‘comics’ section of the front page.

welcome to winterfest

Today, I think I finally discovered the True Meaning of Christmas.

My ex-with-benefits was in a pretty bad mood. Feeling alone, unloved, detached, all that wonderful stuff that can easily spiral down into doing terrible things to yourself. I tried to console and cheer them up, but this was a strong bout of that sort of thing. And then I remembered: last week I’d stumbled across some cute merch for one of their favorite video games, and impulsively ordered a little figure of their favorite character. (Robot, from Nuclear Throne, if you’re curious.) It’d been sitting on my drawing board for a couple days, waiting for me to get around to finding a little toy shovel (Nick’s main weapon in the game) and wrap it up nicely.

But screw that. I gave it to Nick, and it cheered them way the hell up. It’s not much in the grand scheme of things – it’s a twelve-dollar piece of injection-molded plastic – but it’s a symbol that I care enough to know that this is the Right Toy. And that’s maybe what all these midwinter holidays are supposed to do: give you a chance to make it obvious, one way or another, that you give enough of a shit about someone to know some of the obscure things they love, and maybe encapsulate that in a physical totem so they have something to remind them that someone gives a flying fuck when the dark, dreary tail end of an already-shitty year rises up and smacks them in the face with suicidal thoughts.

And yeah, maybe this isn’t new to you, maybe you’ve been doing this half your adult life, maybe you have a rich collection of little totems of your social network – but this is the first time I’ve ever done anything like this, after all the Family Togetherness holidays degenerated into me and my mom and my grandmother sitting around and lamenting how many people in our lives were dead, over the Ceremonial Turkey.

Anyway. Small random gifts around winter, but well away from the Obligatory Gift Holiday. It’s a nice idea.

Dragon Style is open for business!


There is a new player in the social media scene: Mastodon. You can basically think of it as “Twitter, except with longer tweets and less Nazis” – instead of being run by a bunch of Bay Area dudes who’re funded by VC and advertising, it’s run by anyone who feels like sinking a little bit of money and time into getting a copy running on a server somewhere, and maybe setting up a Patreon to pay for their server space. Each of these servers “federates” with each other, which is a fancy way of saying “your toots on monkey.party can be seen by your friend over on samiz.data”. (Mastodon instances tend to favor silly domain names.)

I’ve been using it more and more lately. Enough that I decided to spin up my own server at dragon.style. If you’ve been thinking of joining Mastodon but have been stymied by the huge number of servers to choose from, maybe “the server run by that queer cartoonist you like” is the one that sounds inviting? Who knows.

Right now it’s a completely bog-standard Mastodon instance, able to communicate with people on Mastodon instances all over the world. That’ll change eventually; I hope to do some visual customizing, and to play with a few feature ideas I have kicking around in my brain.

testing the toots

Nothing to see here, I’m just testing a plugin that will automatically toot a link to my posts on Mastodon. For the second time – it didn’t work before, and now it does. Hooray!

If you’re on Mastodon and not following me there then maybe you want to fix that? I’m @egypturnash@mastodon.social.

If you don’t know what Mastodon is, it’s basically Twitter with less nazis and a post size that limits you to paragraphs rather than very short sentences. And with development and hosting funded by user donations rather than selling your attention to advertisers. You can find out more of its unique selling points and pick a server to start tooting from here.

I’m really finding myself tweeting less and less lately. The only real problem right now is that the client I use for Mastodon tends to have problems with posting images. I’m not sure if this is an issue with this client or with the API, as I’ve also had problems getting the Silicon Dawn daily draw bot to post images on Mastodon.

Katrina Talks About Bitcoin

Today, I drew in one of the Rita omnibusses that needs that done, then got stoned and went to Trader Joe’s, where one guy working there who I’d had a conversation with about cryptocurrencies a couple weeks ago asked me a few Cryptocurrency 101 kinds of questions.

And that got me thinking about cryptocurrencies, and about maybe setting up Nick’s old PC as a host for a few graphics cards that’re busy mining some of them, and about the fact that really most of the people who made a lot of money in the Gold Rush were not the people who actually went out and did the mining, but the people who sold things to them, and then I ended up thinking that “a cute cartoon character who talks about this stuff”  is the kind of thing that might end up in people being interested in paying me a mix of cash and cryptocurrency to talk about their cryptocurrency. And something that might help make the cryptocurrency I own have a better chance of being worth obscene amounts of value somewhere in the future. Cryptocurrency cryptocurrency cryptocurrency? Cryptocurrency. Cryptocurrency.

Katrina is of course based on an actual toy dragon who lives on my desk on top of some petty cash, and who has a very-forgotten twitter at @bandylegstrina.

I also spent a fair amount of time as I was drawing this on encapsulating a lot of settings into Graphic Styles, so it should be pretty simple to draw her quickly if I actually want to do more of this.

One of those things that doesn’t quite come together.

I thought, “What if I made a skin for my Mac that looked like a leather-bound Magical Grimoire? That could be cool.” So I fiddled with this in the background of my D&D session today. Finally fucked around with Astute Graphics’ “Texturino” plugin while doing it.

I don’t think it really worked out, and I don’t think I want to keep playing with it to see if adding more crap will make it work. I’ll just keep the single white sigil sticker on top of the Apple logo polished into its aluminum body.

Anyway. I should go take a walk in the drizzle.

testing the tootelage

Nothing to see here, I’m just testing a plugin that will automatically toot a link to my posts on Mastodon.

If you’re on Mastodon and not following me there then maybe you want to fix that? I’m @egypturnash@mastodon.social.

If you don’t know what Mastodon is, it’s basically Twitter with less nazis and a post size that limits you to paragraphs rather than very short sentences. And with development and hosting funded by user donations rather than selling your attention to advertisers. You can find out more of its unique selling points and pick a server to start tooting from here.

dhadradessi

Dream me will comment on a school's font choice (one of those circussy ones with heavy serifs and a few flourishes; “well I guess it was the seventies”) but not on the fact that its letter listing every new student for this year alphabetizes “Dhadradessi” after names starting with X,Y, and Z. Then again after I blinked the last few names were listed in awkward attempts at constructing non-English characters out of a monospace typewriter font.

Also that is a hell of a name, which is still bouncing around my head. This post may serve as a reminder to ask Google if it's an actual name once I actually get up; I'm going back to sleep right now.

How To An Illustrator: shitty printing

Because sometimes you want things to look like a crappy, blown-out xerox. Or at least one person on /r/adobeillustrator did.

  1. click on the circle to the right of the layer with your b&w image to target the whole layer for effects
  2. open the appearance palette
  3. effect>sketch>reticulation
  4. effect>stylize>inner glow (set it to white, 100%, probably a pretty large blur)
  5. effect>sketch>photocopy
  6. click on the effect names in the appearance palette to edit them

If you don’t want texture in black areas you’ve drawn over white areas then do a bunch of Pathfinder to make it just white shapes.

Aleph-4

Every now and then I get asked about a few of the stranger cards in my Tarot deck. This morning I got asked about one that I would swear I have written a lengthy email about before, but couldn’t find in my archives. So I’m gonna write about it again here, and be able to point future inquiries to this.

Aleph-4 is the fifth end of this deck. The other four ends are the Fool (first card sketched, though that rough was abandoned), the Sun (first card finished), the High Priest (the last of the traditional 78), the 99 of Swords (the last of the cards I actually planned to add when doing the additional cards while getting it ready for publication). Aleph-4 is the last card I drew for the whole thing.

And yet it also predates the deck, in more ways than one.

So: March, 2005. I was living in a friend’s living room in Sunnyvale, after my dreams of the animation world had collapsed. One day we took a trip to one of the neighboring towns and I doodled out something that just came to me with no real conscious thought; I soon brought it through Illustrator to become this:

I really had no idea what the hell my subconscious brain was getting at with this image. It certainly felt fraught, like there was Meaning behind it, but it arrived pretty much all at once.

Two years later, I found myself revisiting it.

I was living in Boston with my boyfriends; things were going mostly better than they were in Sunnyvale.

I still didn’t know what the hell my subconscious was getting at with this. Six months later, I found myself working on the Tarot deck that would end up being called “The Silicon Dawn”.

My first sketch of Fortune quite consciously drew from this imagery, and felt good enough that it went into the finished deck.

By August of 2008, I was about halfway through with the deck. The 0 of (VOID) and the 99 of Cups appeared – the former in the same sort of “here’s a thing your subconscious wants you to draw, now draw it” process as the first two iterations of this image, the latter as a joke.

And my subconscious also presented me with the flip side of Fortune:

For what it’s worth, there were a few other titles I played with, preserved off the side of the artboard in the original file: The Story, Narrative, The Querent, Self-Awareness, Timebinding, and Definition.

I still didn’t understand what the hell this image was supposed to be about. Something about defining the universe by telling stories. Maybe.

 

Somewhere in the beginning of 2008, I took a break to draw this. It wasn’t intended to be part of the deck, but it was definitely intended to be part of this same series. I can’t pin the exact date down as the file creation date has been lost over migrating my data through three or five different computers since then. A post on the livejournal I kept for the deck says “The third, unfinished version was done after contemplating some writing around the Saphir-Whorf hypothesis that (in short) “language shapes thoughts”; any other details of what I was driving at then are gone. I was too lazy to render the ribbon from the mouth turning into wings, much less the archways crashing down around her.

I finished the core 78 cards, and had a gallery exhibition of the whole thing (plus the 0 of (Void), the 99 of Pentacles, and History), then put it away for a while. Until Lo Scarabo decided they were interested in printing it, and would I like to expand it with these extra cards I’d thought about, and maybe use this cool process they’d just gotten where they used spot gloss to accentuate the cards? Ultimately I decided ‘yes’ on both of those, and spent about half of 2011 on the book, enhancing the cards with gloss, and figuring out how the hell to make the dark counterparts to the goofy 99s.

A few extra images popped up during this process and demanded to be part of the deck. Some of them were secret significator cards for friends. And the card at hand? Well.

Because of the way the deck was going to be printed and cut, there were going to be some extra cards that would end up blank. I could put stuff on them if I wanted to. And when I was done with the whole thing, I decided to take this image and finish it up as a personal Secret Personal Significator. Its title was to be rendered only in spot gloss – seen here as a bright blue – and was a sigil I’d designed last year as the Majgickqghal Name of a somewhat insane sex goddess dragon I’d been playing on Tapestries for a while. Her name was “November-4”, which referred to the group of “Impersons” she started out as part of – anonymous perverts chad in full-body latex, all with names of the form [letter from the military phonetic alphabet]-[number]. The card wasn’t originally going to be a fourth-order Cantorian transfinite, but the fact that ‘aleph’ looks a lot like ‘N’ made the private joke irresistable.

Said sex goddess dragon may or may not be my Higher Self/Holy Guardian Angel. My own magical practice is pretty half-assed and jokey. So that’s what this card’s about: transcendence, trying to contact/become that theoretical hyperdimensional being outside of time of which you are just a fragment. Finishing a magical process and starting the next one, because there’s always another thing to do until you’re dead. Phoenix imagery and everything that symbolically represents,

So that’s the story behind this card, and its private dirty joke finally revealed. Mostly it’s just my signature. But it’s also part of this personal narrative of, I dunno, maybe transcending the bounds of reality and becoming a Real Majgicxghian, maybe just wishing I was willing to put in the long boring work to do just that instead of slouching in front of the projection screen playing video games. I mean, I do some of that – I spent four years drawing Decrypting Rita, and you can find the same sigil printed in spot gloss at its climax. And maybe a few other places as well.

(There’s another card in the deck that’s a self-portrait, and if I ever did a second edition of the deck, I’d probably replace it with something else. This one’s much better as a Personal Significator than the 9 of Cups.)

Also notable: there are four Fool cards in this deck, numbered 0-1 to 03, and maybe this one fits into that sequence too. I make absolutely no claims to be a Great Ascended Master Of Magic. I personally don’t consider it a Fool but then again of course I wouldn’t, would I?