the plan is manifest
People are asking me, what are your plans for convention season? At least, somebody asked me that like four months ago. Anyway since it is convention season I feel like I should apprise you readers of those plans, for they are momentous and go like this:
• do taxes
• cry
• don’t have shit to sell
• don’t have money to buy shit, either
These are my convention plans! I am super excited about them and can’t wait to put them into action. This weekend will rule. Rule like Sauron in Mordor, minus the excellent possibility of Jimmy Page riffs, that is.
But I am back doing comics, it seems, in form if not in spirit. One day I shall crack the “doing comics in six panels” frontier that, oh, 80% of cartoonists can do. And then. And then!
MEDIA UPDATE
Gonna experiment with moving the media reviews I post here in lieu of having anything actual to talk about – you know, those things – on Twitter instead, in bite-sized sentences, since who gives a crap really. Summary of notable screenings: Let The Right One In indispensable; Accelerando good overall, better the further-out it got, but disappointing ending.
NOT WITH THE CROWBARS
I owe two people things and I am working on them!
STUFF I FOUND TO ENTERTAIN YOU WHILE I MEET WITH PITIFUL FAILURE
It’s that thing you’ve seen before, but it’s different and it’s on the internet! However this is short and worth a laugh.
What the Christ even Youtube commenters agree on this one.
The cutting edge in laptop technology.
Aaaaaaaaaah aaaa aaaa aaaaaa! On the other hand we appear to have some time before the ED-209s come online, so there’s that.
Animation! This one was sent to me by a reader before I went away for a week. It reminds me a lot of the opening scene in Princess Mononoke. If I could do stuff like this in Flash, I would be… about as desperate, but able to do cooler things.
This clinical take on Little Red Riding Hood is nice indeed + mad inspirational to yrs. truly. Digressions!
Another neat little animation: The Seed.
So, reader peoples, put on your seat belts and stow your electronic devices, and prepare for cross-check. In true Nobody Scores! style we’ll be spending three hours on the taxi ramp, in hopes that somebody will tragically explode and we can all laugh at him.