Right, well it seems that the word has gotten out about my rants, or I just happened to get a random blog troll. Either way I got an email from some asshat who read my musing about my comics. Now don't get me wrong I love web comics, I lose roughly 2 hours a day keeping up with my favorites. But that aside I get an email from this clown who basically has double dog dared me to restart my comic. Nice ploys in this email as well, 'What you afraid your not good enough' and 'I bet your art suxs anyway'. For you my 'friend' I say BLAH! I went through my phase of being a starving artist, saw print before many a web comic even came into existence. Was I the first, hell no! Will I rejoin the ranks of my brothers and sisters who spend countless hours of their day sketching, proofing, inking (sometimes painting) and scanning their works so some asshole can then send them an email complaining that they don't like what was delivered as the final product? Most likely not. Is that because I am scared, maybe I'm not good enough? No in reality you no talent jackhole it takes a crapload of work to put out even what appears to you as a simple 4 panel comic. The actual creation of the comic is just the tip of the ice burg, there is getting a site, paying for it so unappreciative morons can look at (and often steal) your work, completely ignoring the requests for donations to keep the comic going. Often times choosing between eating and buying art supplies. Time lost away from family and friends to try to please those who have nothing better to do than troll web comics and write the artist nasty emails because they don't like something you've done or said. OH YEAH BROTHER where do I sign up!?!
I salute the many web comic artists out there, for everyone of you who have stuck it out and some are looking like they will actually make a living at their art. For the mass amounts of crap and dumb assed questions and nasty emails you must bog through. For the want to entertain a sizable amount of people who actually 'get it' and don't take themselves too seriously. for those who read web comics and are offended by something or taken aback, your biggest problem is this... Somebody made you think and that in itself most likely scares the living shite out of you. Maybe you don't have all the answers and there is another way to look at things in life.
For my first hate mail fan, here is my response to your 'dare', why are you waiting around for me to restart my comic? Why don't you go and start your own? Maybe your scared someone might see what you really think? Maybe that is the problem, maybe you don't think. But in the future before you go off giving folks crap for something you, yourself are not willing to do...
STFU!
For those of you looking for some really good web comics to read I suggest the following titles (easily google searched I can't be bothered to import the links). But BEWARE! Reading one will definitely lead you to reading many, be kind when you have something you feel you must say to these artists (most are on the raw edge of mass homicide as it is) and please please, if you see a request for donations, open up yer wallet ya tight wad and send em a fiver, or better yet buy their art; one day you'll be glad you did.
WTF Comics
Something Positive
Ctrl + Alt + Del
Crap I Drew On My Lunch Break
Penny Arcade
Starting on any one of the above titles will lead you off on your own adventures, I hit about 25 web comics on a regular basis, but I'll let you the reader decide what you like....
I'm gonna stay in bed all day
I'm not gonna hear a word you say
It's gonna be a life of style for me
Electric blankets,pillows,fire,and tv
Chorus :Take a look outside
Those lively arts are on the slide
And culture's just a bore
When you're angry ,young and poor
But if i got my way
Those idle rich would pay
When the discussion starts
On the lively arts
I'm gonna be a lazy slob
Stuff the folks and sod the job
And tell the foreman that i'm ill
And in a week i'll be here still
Yes i will
Repeat chorus
The Damned - Lively Arts
(This ones for you Denis Warden - cheers mate)
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
Who Watches The Watchers?
(Been a bit busy lately with the up coming move, work and writing an epic piece that will one day see public consumption)
Right, ever notice that folks who are into the same thing can easily spot one another? No matter what your hobby, fetish or general turn on is; you can always spot those of an alike mind. One of my many hobbies is observing the human condition, the stupid shite we as the higher form of life do when we think no one is watching. Those little habits and quirks that just happen to go off at the wrong time, yet many are either oblivious to or believe no one saw. Hehe guess again sucker, I'm looking for you.
Las Vegas is truly the best place to carry this little fetish out, something magical happens when people cross the boarder line into Las Vegas, in short they lose their fucking minds. Where else would you even consider to save up all year to go on holiday to, then once there basically hand your hard earned savings to any of the casinos or chance houses spread all around town? Need to get gas in your car? Why not play the slots while you wait for the line to grow shorter. Live in Vegas? No problem, getting groceries, picking up your child's prescription and have an itch that today is your lucky day, we have you covered with those sweet one armed bandits in the front of the store. Why not feed them your loose change, you might be a wiener, er umm I mean winner.
With all of this silliness going on and the fact that folks lose their mind when they come to town (What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? BOLLOCKS! You get to go home and explain to your wife how you lost the mortgage at the craps table, brought her home a case of the clap and aggravated your liver from drinking far too much)they even forget how to drive. After 7 years in this town I see it for it is, a way to part you from your cash. So if you are one of the handful of wise citizens you do not partake in these activities, you either know better or work in gaming.
Right again I have digressed: So knowing these things, you can surmise that there is little to do in Las Vegas if you don't partake in the sin that Sin City is famous for. Unless you observe what others who do partake actually do when they are here. Saturdays are sort of a tradition with The Missus, Sy and meself going to lunch/dinner out somewhere in town. I don't mind slow service, I'm busy watching. The two sixteen year old bussers too busy clowning for the teen aged girls eating with their parents to do their job. The two waitroids fighting over who's table is who's and bitching that the two bussers are idiots. The ever present life long locals, who have been here in Vegas since it was dirt (OK it still is but that dirt is shrinking)telling their out of town friends what it was like back in the day and how Vegas is ruined now. They would move to Florida but it seems to be ruined too. One of my all time favorites, tourist dad; he thought he was gonna have some gin, sin and someones ex-girl friend. But the wife decided that it would be a fun family vacation, now he's miserable and broke and most likely his wife isn't gonna give it up to him after the kids go to bed because they already have a wagon train full of em. Then there is the idiot family (we all have very unkind names for these folks, but for this writing we will leave it at idiot) The dirty tore up baseball hats, most times shoes that have seen a better day, mismatched colors in the rest of what they are wearing, the massively over weight persons trying to cram 50 pounds of shite into a small sized t-shirt with some really stupid and obnoxious catch phrase written on it. The ones snorting, laughing far too loud at things that aren't really funny. the elders screaming across the restaurant for little Billy to stop doing what ever it is that little Billy's do. These folks tend to get on the nerves of the average diner, for me it's free entertainment. Sure they are truly obnoxious, I tend to find the majority of the human species to be obnoxious (I don't want to hear any shite about being an elitist, racist or separatist either, you know in the back of your mind that you are on the same page) but I also find them entertaining, if ignorance is bliss; then Las Vegas has replaced Disneyland as the happiest place on earth.
So there I am enjoying my little observation game, I like to give the collection of assembled freaks little names so I can do comparisons of their personalities and crown the king freaks for that particular lunch time. But what the hell is this!!!! As I'm scanning the restaurant I happen to spy another observer (from the movie Blue Thunder: J.A.F.O. Just Another Fucking Observer)and he seems to have spotted me. This for me is more than mildly irritating. While most folks enjoy meeting others of their ilk, I see them as invading my observation point, this is where, for me; they become my sport. It truly never fails when two or more observers are in the same space, we become much more covert in what we are watching. Can't have the other JAFO enjoying what I am enjoying, that wouldn't do at all, that story is mine and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they will totally smeg it up in the retelling. I tend to fold them in with the other fools I'm watching and picture scenarios of them being blinded by a freak light bulb explosion, accidental fork flip or some such. I know I really shouldn't wish the JAFO ill, most likely they are intelligent and see the world much as I do; but damn it I was observing here first.
I've never taken the time to talk to another JAFO as I am sure that they have little desire to speak with me, which in some ways is a shame. I'm quite certain that if all of the worlds JAFO's got together and swapped strats we all would get much more amusement out of the world. Maybe it is our general disdain for the human animal that keeps us from forming an alliance amongst ourselves, maybe it's the fact that we all seem to be territorial in our observations. Or maybe we fear exposing ourselves for open review. There are exceptions to this rule; George Carlin quite possibly the best observer of our time makes his living sharing his observations with the world. As one can see by watching his act over the years most of us who observe, tend to change our outlook on the human condition, many times (as with all people) our observations are based on the mood we are in, things in our lives that have effected our thought process for good or ill, after all we too are just carbon based life forms like the rest of you; in no way flawless or without err in judgement. No the JAFO's of the world are not perfect, we are just taking great delight in your (or our conceived) short comings.
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said
Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me
Made me think I'd be better of dead
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to hear no lip
Take your share don't shout about it
That's your lot remember you're a kid
They would always teach me that to swear was a sin
Always speak your mind but not aloud
Think of something that you want to do with your life
Nothing that you like that's not allowed
I've no time to talk about it
All your stupid hopes and dreams
Get your feet back on the ground son
It's exams that count not football teams
(Chorus:)
And I'm running at the edge of their world
They're criticising something they just can't understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won't be shot down
Taught me to defend myself and to be a man
How to kick someone and run away
Gave me everything that any young man could need
But don't understand why I won't stay
Here's your room and here's your records
Here's your home and here you'll stay
Here's somewhere I don't believe in
Wish someone would take it all away
(Chorus)
At the Edge - Stiff Little Fingers
Right, ever notice that folks who are into the same thing can easily spot one another? No matter what your hobby, fetish or general turn on is; you can always spot those of an alike mind. One of my many hobbies is observing the human condition, the stupid shite we as the higher form of life do when we think no one is watching. Those little habits and quirks that just happen to go off at the wrong time, yet many are either oblivious to or believe no one saw. Hehe guess again sucker, I'm looking for you.
Las Vegas is truly the best place to carry this little fetish out, something magical happens when people cross the boarder line into Las Vegas, in short they lose their fucking minds. Where else would you even consider to save up all year to go on holiday to, then once there basically hand your hard earned savings to any of the casinos or chance houses spread all around town? Need to get gas in your car? Why not play the slots while you wait for the line to grow shorter. Live in Vegas? No problem, getting groceries, picking up your child's prescription and have an itch that today is your lucky day, we have you covered with those sweet one armed bandits in the front of the store. Why not feed them your loose change, you might be a wiener, er umm I mean winner.
With all of this silliness going on and the fact that folks lose their mind when they come to town (What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas? BOLLOCKS! You get to go home and explain to your wife how you lost the mortgage at the craps table, brought her home a case of the clap and aggravated your liver from drinking far too much)they even forget how to drive. After 7 years in this town I see it for it is, a way to part you from your cash. So if you are one of the handful of wise citizens you do not partake in these activities, you either know better or work in gaming.
Right again I have digressed: So knowing these things, you can surmise that there is little to do in Las Vegas if you don't partake in the sin that Sin City is famous for. Unless you observe what others who do partake actually do when they are here. Saturdays are sort of a tradition with The Missus, Sy and meself going to lunch/dinner out somewhere in town. I don't mind slow service, I'm busy watching. The two sixteen year old bussers too busy clowning for the teen aged girls eating with their parents to do their job. The two waitroids fighting over who's table is who's and bitching that the two bussers are idiots. The ever present life long locals, who have been here in Vegas since it was dirt (OK it still is but that dirt is shrinking)telling their out of town friends what it was like back in the day and how Vegas is ruined now. They would move to Florida but it seems to be ruined too. One of my all time favorites, tourist dad; he thought he was gonna have some gin, sin and someones ex-girl friend. But the wife decided that it would be a fun family vacation, now he's miserable and broke and most likely his wife isn't gonna give it up to him after the kids go to bed because they already have a wagon train full of em. Then there is the idiot family (we all have very unkind names for these folks, but for this writing we will leave it at idiot) The dirty tore up baseball hats, most times shoes that have seen a better day, mismatched colors in the rest of what they are wearing, the massively over weight persons trying to cram 50 pounds of shite into a small sized t-shirt with some really stupid and obnoxious catch phrase written on it. The ones snorting, laughing far too loud at things that aren't really funny. the elders screaming across the restaurant for little Billy to stop doing what ever it is that little Billy's do. These folks tend to get on the nerves of the average diner, for me it's free entertainment. Sure they are truly obnoxious, I tend to find the majority of the human species to be obnoxious (I don't want to hear any shite about being an elitist, racist or separatist either, you know in the back of your mind that you are on the same page) but I also find them entertaining, if ignorance is bliss; then Las Vegas has replaced Disneyland as the happiest place on earth.
So there I am enjoying my little observation game, I like to give the collection of assembled freaks little names so I can do comparisons of their personalities and crown the king freaks for that particular lunch time. But what the hell is this!!!! As I'm scanning the restaurant I happen to spy another observer (from the movie Blue Thunder: J.A.F.O. Just Another Fucking Observer)and he seems to have spotted me. This for me is more than mildly irritating. While most folks enjoy meeting others of their ilk, I see them as invading my observation point, this is where, for me; they become my sport. It truly never fails when two or more observers are in the same space, we become much more covert in what we are watching. Can't have the other JAFO enjoying what I am enjoying, that wouldn't do at all, that story is mine and I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that they will totally smeg it up in the retelling. I tend to fold them in with the other fools I'm watching and picture scenarios of them being blinded by a freak light bulb explosion, accidental fork flip or some such. I know I really shouldn't wish the JAFO ill, most likely they are intelligent and see the world much as I do; but damn it I was observing here first.
I've never taken the time to talk to another JAFO as I am sure that they have little desire to speak with me, which in some ways is a shame. I'm quite certain that if all of the worlds JAFO's got together and swapped strats we all would get much more amusement out of the world. Maybe it is our general disdain for the human animal that keeps us from forming an alliance amongst ourselves, maybe it's the fact that we all seem to be territorial in our observations. Or maybe we fear exposing ourselves for open review. There are exceptions to this rule; George Carlin quite possibly the best observer of our time makes his living sharing his observations with the world. As one can see by watching his act over the years most of us who observe, tend to change our outlook on the human condition, many times (as with all people) our observations are based on the mood we are in, things in our lives that have effected our thought process for good or ill, after all we too are just carbon based life forms like the rest of you; in no way flawless or without err in judgement. No the JAFO's of the world are not perfect, we are just taking great delight in your (or our conceived) short comings.
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said
Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me
Made me think I'd be better of dead
I don't want to talk about it
I don't want to hear no lip
Take your share don't shout about it
That's your lot remember you're a kid
They would always teach me that to swear was a sin
Always speak your mind but not aloud
Think of something that you want to do with your life
Nothing that you like that's not allowed
I've no time to talk about it
All your stupid hopes and dreams
Get your feet back on the ground son
It's exams that count not football teams
(Chorus:)
And I'm running at the edge of their world
They're criticising something they just can't understand
Living on the edge of their town
And I won't be shot down
Taught me to defend myself and to be a man
How to kick someone and run away
Gave me everything that any young man could need
But don't understand why I won't stay
Here's your room and here's your records
Here's your home and here you'll stay
Here's somewhere I don't believe in
Wish someone would take it all away
(Chorus)
At the Edge - Stiff Little Fingers
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