it's my party and i'll die if i want to
So a couple of days ago was the two-year anniversary of the debut of this comic. Whee for continued existence, huh? Yeah, it’s been a something. I wanna say “wild ride” but to be honest sitting at computers and desks and porches and coffeeshop tables drawing and drawing and drawing doesn’t measure up. It’s not even a ride. A giggle? Maybe a giggle. With relatively few shits! Nobody Scores: for giggles and relatively few shits.
I have been threatening The Remodeling for a while and here’s how it is going to work. I have five more comics to do. This will take Nobody Scores! into July. After that comes the late Nobody Scores! birthday intermission. This one will be longer because I have more changes I want to make. It will probably be the whole of July. As with the previous intermission, I will be putting up content – this time, not old stuff, but I have some various quick little side comics that don’t fit into the Nobody Scores! framework to draw up and put on the site. They’ll only go up here temporarily. When the comic resumes in all its pratfalling glory I’ll move the filler strips over to my long-neglected art blog for future reference and horror.
The changes in the comic will be format, structure, presentation changes mostly. Character, setting, concept will remain basically the same much to Sara and Jane and Beans and Raoul’s continuing consternation. Mock their consternation, audience! Mooooock them. Cartoonist commands it.
For a while I’ve gotten the impression that the internet & increased connectivity has led to more, not less, stasis in culture, as the phenomena that had gotten first mover advantage online become ironclad institutions – hence Static Cling Culture Freeze. The artists of the world are just waiting for me to die off, I just know it. Also, I was sort of lazy in depicting future art directions, making them all direct consequences of technological advances; but then technology does drive art, if you let it. The arts depicted in the final panel are supposed to be: some sort of real-time holographic sky-painting (the woman on the far far left is just being real exuberant); monumental-scale, abstract sequential art (because I Believe Comics Has A Future); the poles the woman is doing gymnastics on are actually a theremin-ish analog musical instrument; and Old Jane Doe is looking at simulcast video screens, sorta like that one Flaming Lips record done for iPhones or something. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta do some shit with lasers, and it ain’t nuttin’ nice. Also you’re gonna want to stay indoors between the hours of 5:30 and 7:30 pm. Wink!
Oh yeah in other party news I am debating whether to open up a “buy a cartoonist a t-shirt” fund so’s I can get me one of these.