Some days I can’t hold my shit in line. I don’t want to be here. I don’t have a home. Little things like construction cones and stretch SUV limos make me want to leave the planet. I cannot deal with everyone’s shit, but the shit continues to pile and pile and pile. Where is the tiny one-person spaceship to take me far far into the cosmos so all this crap seems so petty and stupid in comparison? I want to go up there and sit among the stars and the space plankton and call up earth and say I figured out we’re all a bunch of babies, including me.
Or maybe I just want to curl up into a little ball and compress myself into nothingness. Poof.
Oh man, I was a huge Lord of the Rings fanfic nut. I’d read it and write it like crazy. I read a lot of slash in them days, hoo boy. I mean, all slash, I wasn’t picky. Frodogorn, Legomir, you name it. My favorites though were all the happy hobbit stories. I’m a sucker for love stories with no sadness, no drama, no heartache and torture. I loved the stories that took place in the Shire, either before or after their adventures, where Merry and Pippin would spend a winter cozy together and slowly realize their friendship was something more. Ooooooohhh.
It’s been a long time since I read any fanfic, though! I’m sure there’s a lot of good stuff out there now!
She used to be! In our old hometown she was well known for her chocolate, and every Christmas season the orders would pour in. We’d do them our of our home, so the dining room table would be covered with chocolate of all kinds — truffles in amaretto, raspberry, butter rum, peanut (NOT pant, stupid autocorrect!) clusters, coconut haystacks, peanut butter buckeye balls, chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate strawberries, beautiful little milk chocolates that had been poured into molds of evergreens or angels or gifts or snowflakes.
Now that she lives in Hawaii it’s too hot and humid to mess with chocolate, but I still bug her to try again. I would love to open a chocolate shop if I knew squat about business.
I already know what I’d call it, though. Choc-A-Doodle-Doo.
Hey there! Wow, sounds like the best job there is! I love chocolate, of course, and I grew up surrounded by it, since my mother is a German chocolatier. I love creamy milk chocolate by itself, but chocolate with caramel just slays me. Now that it’s hip to do salted caramel, I think we’re finally nailing it just right. I always felt that how you like your chocolate says a lot about your relationships as well, so you may find that interesting at your job. I knew a very passionate, argumentative, all-or-nothing emo guy who liked his chocolate as bitter and dark as he could find it. My goofball boyfriend likes it with fruits and nuts! What about you?
I also love fruity candy, particularly Sour Patch Kids. I shouldn’t, but who can resist?
Good question, Your Majesty!
I would desperately want to live in an underwater city like Atlantis! The only trick would be finding a way to create a light source (probably use bioluminescence) but after that, how amazing would it be to wake up in your bubble apartment and look outside to see a school of fish making way for a whale! I’m a little obsessed with nautical themes and imagery, and a life under the sea with sunken ships and little one-person submarines, sea life right outside your window, pet manta rays, anemone gardens, it all sounds like a paradise to me!
My first thought was, “Wow! How exciting to be a part of someone’s inspiration! Yay!” and my second thought was “Have I really been doing this comic for eight fucking years?!” XD
But no really, it’s wonderful that your illustration is taking off and that my sister’s art and my comics had some tiny role in your art choices. It makes me so proud of young people I don’t even know personally, and I want to give you my best, and my congratulations, for going forward bravely into a difficult vocation that still desperately needs good people like yourself. Brava! Thanks to you too!
Congrats! What line of work are you in now? Standing is rough on you, aye. My last job was retail and nothing but standing all day. I’d come home and just now want to move. Be sure you take good feet-above-your-noggin-breaks because you’ll hate yourself if not.
My new job is a lot of fun. I love making and serving coffee and I love my new coworkers. I’m concerned that the small business won’t make enough money to make me feel totally secure, but with luck and time, it’ll grow. Hopefully people will find us charming enough to sway them away from Starbucks.
Happy Birthday Jack Kirby!
I get very passionate about Jack Kirby. His early stuff had a unique energy with characters practically leaping off the page. He an Joe Simon smashed Nazi mad scientists like nobody’s business. At the dawn of the Marvel Age you would be hard pressed to find a comic that didn’t have his trademark power and krackle. His later period was completely unrestrained creativity. Figures have cosmic proportions defying reality. His comic panels are mysterious cryptograms from the gods, almost more about the design of the page than the story, primal, felt more than read. I could go on and on but inevitably I will have to acknowledge his long partnership with Stan Lee and then I get bitter.
I am not about to slander Stan The Man. He was at the wheel for the maiden voyage of Mighty Marvel and is largely responsible for making you, the kids, even your mom a Friend Of Old Marvel but he didn’t do it alone. Face it true believers, comics are a visual medium. Somebody had to draw the characters that emit those word balloons before Smilin’ Stan filled them in with Shakespearian dialogue. That’s the Marvel Method (patent pending). Stan came up with an index card worth of plot, handed it off to an artist, artist went back to the old drawing board to make twenty or so pages of comic book from that index card and then Stan whipped up some jazzy lingo and snappy comebacks to fill in the balloons. Kind of like a Mad-Lib.
Now I give credit where it is due. If you tell me Stan came up with Spider-man I would say “Ok, I’m sure he had a great idea for a guy with the proportionate strength of a man sized spider able to spin webs and walk up walls, then Steve Ditko, an artist, put pen to paper and designed a super groovy costume for our friendly neighborhood web head and made him live.” That’s what I’d say to anybody. Stan had good ideas and then an artist made them real. Then there’s Jack Kirby. Stan himself has said that Jack brought him finished comics to write dialogue for. Many of the original pages have notes on the side that Jack wrote for Stan to use when writing the dialogue. Look it up folks. Internet!
Stan probably won’t give you any details about his working relationship with Jack these days. The Mouseketeers would crucify him. Marvel isn’t really in Stan’s hands anymore and hasn’t been for a long time but he did alright for himself and a lot of hard working men and women who put their blood, sweat and tears into Marvel did not. This story isn’t unique. The Distinguished Competition did a lot worse to Jerry Siegel and Joe Schuster, Superman’s proud papas. DC are still in litigation with their heirs but it’s been going on for years.
Business is business, even in the funny books. Ethics mean very little when money is on the line so if you want to do something to give back to people who entertained you with words and pictures then support the Hero Initiative. Check them out here: http://www.heroinitiative.org. They’re doing good stuff for comic artists and writers who deserve some love. Freelance, work for hire creators don’t get many benefits if any and many of the older creators have got some serious medical bills. Check it out!
Does Stan deserve to be the beloved rapscallion with the twinkle in his eye we all know and love from his numerous cameos? Certainly. I have no hate for Stan Lee. I just want to see a pioneer get some recognition for creating the language of an entire medium.
Jack Kirby passed from this plane to be one with The Source back in ‘94. He deserves to be more than an artistic hero to balding, immature, emotionally stunted mutants like me. He deserves to be more than a footnote in the Marvel Universe. Jack Kirby was a graphic art shaman, dreaming up magic and then putting it on paper. The man predicted the frickin’ iPhone (Mother Box from The New Gods) back in the 70’s! If Neil deGrasse Tyson comes up with a fully functioning Boom Tube I swear to you that Jack Kirby will be at the other end of it smoking a stogie with Frank Zappa. You’ll have to excuse me, I got something in my eye.
Happy birthday, Mister Kirby. May all the new comic readers soon learn who you are, and who your partner really is. You gave us a lot of gifts and we continue to receive them.
peaseblossom-and-cobweb please write me again! I can’t seem to spell your name properly and I missent your response!
YEAH, that’s what’s up! Guns a-blazin’! Let’s do this! Hop in the sack! Co-pilot the Jaeger! WOO! I dig that, what are we naming the kids?
But what is there to fight about when it comes to Muppets? Whether Treasure Island is better than From Space? If Kermit and Fozzie really are twin brothers like they said in Great Muppet Caper? How far Lou Zealand can throw a fisherang?
Aw now, give love a little more credit, pumpkin. I know it’s hard to see how you might fit into a relationship if you have issues with space and depression, but that the great part about relationships. You get to have a person in your life you adores you and cares for you and wants so much to fit into your life in whatever capacity you’re comfortable. There’s certainly work that comes with adjusting, but a bright and sunny person can love someone with a more introverted way about them. Trust me on that.
You’re amazing too, you lovely anon, and I know your person is out there.
I wanted to be all subtle and secretive about this but very few people responded to my private messages, so I need to throw it out there.
My beautiful sister Lily, who we all love, is infanticipating! As most of us know, she’s expecting a little boy around January. Most of you out there can’t drop by or visit her and maybe won’t be able to send elaborate things if you want to do something nice, so I’d love for you all to get in on this idea I have for a gift from all of us to Lily and her baby.
It would require very little from you, so please message me for the details. You can throw a note in my ask or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Please please be a part of this, it will be fun and cool and i know Lily will love it.