Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Also, I totally forgot to mention pocket universes/pocket dimensions, as were explained in Alan Guth’s Inflationary Theory. When I first introduced the Layline, I was kind of surprised that everyone just accepted that this huge club space was in the tiny little porn shop glamour-façade I depicted, especially since I hadn’t yet introduced Seamus to explain everything. I guess the Layline is the epitome of what Guth said himself: "It's actually safe to create a universe in your basement. It would not displace the universe around it even though it would grow tremendously." Which is interesting, because I think I've heard stories of houses that were actually bigger on the inside...
And now that I’ve covered the rest of update’s page, I can get to this week’s. When I first scripted this champter, I actually had another long, running sequence. Frankly, I love them. But the more I reread and tweaked the script, the more I realized that doing it again was simply redundant, and slowed things down entierly too much, because it didn’t really say or show anything new. And, let’s face it, this is a fairly quiet chapter thus far. There isn’t a whole lot of drama, save for some internal conflict. So, anyway, the second run sequence was cut down to one page, and ten points to whomever recognizes the background in the last panel from another piece of mine.
Aaand… well, I think that’s it. No need for me to go into repeating what I’ve already said about the history of ley lines and such. So, I’m going to try to catch up on a few comments, and then I need to play with markers and colored pencils, since I think all of my paintings are done for the artshow. So much to do, so little time, but thank you all so much for all of the kind comments, so I have something to look forward to when things settle down a bit!
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
SO! About this page. I finally got to the point n the script where I could use the Sand Squink I’d drawn ages ago, as he was intended to be. If you’re not familiar with sand squinks, they’re half-coyote, half bobcat electric monotremes from Lumberjack folklore. If you find this interesting, you may want to check out Fearsome Creatures of the Lumberwoods by William Cox or The Field Guide to North American Monsters by W. Haden Blackman. In addition, if you’re interested in the generation of music via electric discharge, please check out Tesla Coil musical groups such as Masters of Lightning or Arc Attack
Also, about synaesthesia… I first heard about it when I was a kid. Mom and I were comparing what colors foods taste like, and Dad, bless him, brought up this condition. I’ve heard it crop up now and again, and find it to be a fascinating phenomena. That being said, while I do think of colors or whatnot with certain foods or letters or whatnot, I don’t think I have synaesthesia. Rather, I think my association with colors or sounds or whatnot with alternative stimuli is conditioned, due to the fact that it’s not consistent, and often match up with letter-toys I had as a kid or whatnot. Regardless, since I use colors to help identify characters, and because of the reasons listed in the page, I felt it fit the comic entirely too well.
Also, can’t forget to mention pocket universes/pocket dimensions, as were explained in Alan Guth’s Inflationary Theory. When I first introduced the Layline, I was kind of surprised that everyone just accepted that this huge club space was in the tiny little porn shop glamour-façade I depicted, especially since I hadn’t yet introduced Seamus to explain everything. I guess the Layline is the epitome of what Guth said himself: "It's actually safe to create a universe in your basement. It would not displace the universe around it even though it would grow tremendously." Which is interesting, because I think I've heard stories of houses that were actually bigger on the inside...
And, last but certainly not least, there are a few cameos on this page! The smallest of which is Burweazle, my little troll character, but what’s more important is whom he’s riding upon. The amazing, awesome dragon is Gold Dirt, a character belonging to my friend SageGoat and the handsome hunk of Irishness is Domhnal, Wolfsjal werewolf character. Both characters are used with permission, and goodness, Dom was a character that was supposed to appear in my old, failed webcomic project… it’s about time he appeared in a comic here, headshot or no. … I notice you’re still reading. You know, those icons are there for a reason. What are you still hanging around here for? Go check out the awesomeness that is their galleries!
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
If I recall correctly, I first read Carl Sandburg’s Wilderness in high school, and instantly thought the first part of it sounded downright lycanthropic, and wondered what made him write such a thing. Naturally, it must mean he was a werewolf ;3 Regardless, since then I’ve slowly put together a list of people I’ve thought would make good werewolves. To be honest, it helped me pay attention in high school history classes. Likewise, trying to work out how werewolves worked helped me in biology and chemistry. *Sigh* If only I found a similar way to make math more interesting and easy for me to understand. But I do appreciate where my interest in such things did help me in school, learning about bull moose and such. I digress though… you should really read Carl Sandburg’s Cornhuskers. Good poetry in there.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
So… yeah, December is busy because of Christmas. October is busy because of Halloween. May is busy because of EVERYTHING ELSE. It’s con month, it’s planting month, it’s my-costume-isn’t-done month, it’s art show month, it’s summer clothes season at work, it’s yard work month… well, it’s busy. So, here’s to hoping that I can manage to keep on top of it all (Also, replies may be slow for this week. I will be gone all weekend and such, but will try to get back to everyone!)
Oddly enough, back when I was scripting this chapter, this page was one I struggled with. For one thing, I like bunnies. We have teeny little bunnies here that eat my parsley and I love them in spite of this. But I also know they’re very, very tasty. I love rabbit meat. And for another… well, I liked some of the introspection I wrote, regarding the ongzorz thrill of the hunt. But in the end, it seemed extraneous.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
So, now I’ve traded talking heads for blocks of text. Woo? Woo. Sometimes I think I really should have written a novel.
Anyway guys, I really should come up with something interesting to say, but I have some other stuff to work on, so I can’t spare a lot of time on yammering. Therefore, while I go back to arting and listening to Monster Camp I’ll leave you with a plug to something my pal Wolfsjal introduced me to this week Journey Quest Since I hope that people spread the word about my comic, I like to point people to what influences and entertains me, so, consider the word spread and GO WATCH! YOU’LL BE GLAD YOU DID!