I made this a week ago, in the depths of a fever, and slapped it on my Tumblr.Click to embiggen Not only did it get Mr. Tompkins‘s seal of approval and a reblog, but he also annotated it: Top row, l-r: Dave, Up All Night; Paul F. Tompkins, Laboring Under Delusions; Cake Boss, Comedy Bang!
I’m Not Going To Wear The Tight Gold Dress
Metaphorically speaking, of course. I’m a big fan of Jeremy & Kathleen, Kathleen Shannon’s blog about her and her husband’s life. It’s a regular read for me, as she frequently touches on the difficulties of being a creative person and has gorgeously photographed adventures (check out their trip to Nepal). Today, I was struck by
They May Rule, But I Feast
“I am the Rook, child. I am cobwebs and steel and feathers. I am comforting and dangerous. Like a forgotten place. Like a blade. Like hope. And I am Lord of this realm.” “But the Troll King…the Structure Queen…” she began to say, but the Rook cut her off. “Look around you,” The Rook spread
You Start With A Sphere
“Now. Let’s look at what you have. A sphere. Hmmmph.” The Structure Queen wrinkled her nose at the glowing ball. “Not my favorite. But I suppose it suits you.” “What’s wrong with a sphere?” The girl suddenly felt very protective of the ball, and reached out to get her hands safely around it. “Nothing, nothing.
King Of The Under Places
She nestled her weary body in his powerful arms, searching for refuge from the chill. “If you’re king,” she began, trying to phrase her question delicately as possible. “If you’re king, then you should be ruling all over this land, right? Because you’re king.” “I do,” said the Troll King. His powerful steps fell in
The Unprofessional Allure Of Handcrafting
Earlier this year, I spent a week in the internet-less mountains of Virginia, helping out my Mom as she recovered from a broken hip (she’s doing great; incredibly fast healing runs through the blood). While there I finished a short story, read two novels, watched a ridiculous amount of cooking competition shows and made some
Life Imitating Art
Since I am taking my time getting into a serious project, I thought I’d talk about the Questperts some more. Not that there’s much to say other than “I like drawing my friends with round heads.” I’ve toyed with the idea of short comic–or, be still my heart, a short film–and I like the idea
Don’t Bother With Experts! Trust The Questperts!
Today, in between extensive sections of T.H. White’s The Once and Future King, I played with the idea of what my life might be like if it was an animated television show where I solved mysteries with the help of of talented friends. Because I’ve yet to meet a daydream I couldn’t over-do, I designed
Have We Lived And Fought In Vain?
The title comes from Christopher Priest’s hilariously overwrought anguish over the Arthur C. Clarke awards. It’s noteworthy only due to the fantastic amount of skill Priest possesses; the sentiments are all ones we’ve heard before. It is not unlike the recent kerfuffle over “fake” Geek Girls: “dilettantes are devaluing my club!” I’ve been listing to
This Isn’t News
Yesterday, when the announcement came that DC Comics was going to put out prequels to Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’s seminal graphic novel WATCHMEN, I posted this comment on the usual channels: So some really talented comics creators were announced to be squandering their talent working on characters they don’t own. This is news? This
