Friday, January 30, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Corp-Speak: Phrases I hate Part Two
This weeks detested saying:
"touch base"
i.e. Call me so we can touch base regarding this month's TPS reports.
Fuck your ugly mouth.
"touch base"
i.e. Call me so we can touch base regarding this month's TPS reports.
Fuck your ugly mouth.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
I Have No Idea Why I Am Drawing This Comic
Well, that may not be entirely true. I have theories, and pages upon pages of speculation. Maybe it's just to keep me occupied. Maybe I'm trying to isolate the negative parts of my own character and contain them in a way that they become fun and harmless.
I think this addresses the paradox and dangers of self-effacing artwork. Do I actually want people to think I'm a prick? Aren't I afraid of this comic becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy?
The short answer is No, and No. With very limited exceptions I have avoided making any reference to any actual event or person anywhere on this site. I'm a very self-conscious person by nature, and unfortunately, there is an ingrained sense of self-absorption that comes with that kind of territory. What I'm trying to say is that I am more than occasionally insensitive to other people's feelings. For this I apologize. But that's kind of what this comic is about.
I think this
The short answer is No, and No. With very limited exceptions I have avoided making any reference to any actual event or person anywhere on this site. I'm a very self-conscious person by nature, and unfortunately, there is an ingrained sense of self-absorption that comes with that kind of territory. What I'm trying to say is that I am more than occasionally insensitive to other people's feelings. For this I apologize. But that's kind of what this comic is about.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Tetra
First Drafts...not spell checked.
The boat pulled up to the side of the place, the sound of the engines fading softly. JD and Demetri leaning cautiously over the railing; Bunny waiting anxiously for orders to do anything at all.
The captain crept up behind them and spoke in grizzled seaman broken english.
"The service entrance under the platform is the only entrance we can access with a boat this size."
"Lead the way please," Demetri responded idly, his attention on whatever it was he saw in that viewfinder.
Bunny watched as the platforms shadow surrounded the skiff. A goliath of concrete, the rigs underbelly consisted of a series of pipes and tubing; 21st century space age tubing, obsolete as hell and caked with barnacles. Waves lapped up at the struts holding the edifice, making a sound like dogs lapping at milk rapidly and in tandem.
A pillar of carbon nano-fiber plunged into the water at the center. Bunny remembered the massive tower like a turret extending from the top like a beacon. He thought it must be the tool that they used to get the oil.
To the far end of the belly was the service entrance as the captain had described it. They chugged along, the little skiff's battery chirping as if with the strain of it's journey. The entrance was a little platform touching the ocean's surface. A little basket cage and a powwerlift that looked as if it could hold most of the crew whent hey returneed. If Demetri made his decision they would likely be back with a almost a hundred. Bunny tried to picture it. His first big picture, and all the way out on what might has well have been a haunted mansion at sea.
The boat pulled up to the side of the place, the sound of the engines fading softly. JD and Demetri leaning cautiously over the railing; Bunny waiting anxiously for orders to do anything at all.
The captain crept up behind them and spoke in grizzled seaman broken english.
"The service entrance under the platform is the only entrance we can access with a boat this size."
"Lead the way please," Demetri responded idly, his attention on whatever it was he saw in that viewfinder.
Bunny watched as the platforms shadow surrounded the skiff. A goliath of concrete, the rigs underbelly consisted of a series of pipes and tubing; 21st century space age tubing, obsolete as hell and caked with barnacles. Waves lapped up at the struts holding the edifice, making a sound like dogs lapping at milk rapidly and in tandem.
A pillar of carbon nano-fiber plunged into the water at the center. Bunny remembered the massive tower like a turret extending from the top like a beacon. He thought it must be the tool that they used to get the oil.
To the far end of the belly was the service entrance as the captain had described it. They chugged along, the little skiff's battery chirping as if with the strain of it's journey. The entrance was a little platform touching the ocean's surface. A little basket cage and a powwerlift that looked as if it could hold most of the crew whent hey returneed. If Demetri made his decision they would likely be back with a almost a hundred. Bunny tried to picture it. His first big picture, and all the way out on what might has well have been a haunted mansion at sea.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Corp-Speak: Phrases I Hate Part One
This weeks detested saying:
"reach out"
As in - I will reach out to you later to discuss the situation.
Eww.
"reach out"
As in - I will reach out to you later to discuss the situation.
Eww.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Yes We Can
paraphrase Corinthians 13:11:
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways."
"When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways."
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Life on Mars
This sort of slipped by yesterday with the plane crash and all.
UK Sun Article 1/15/09
Now check this out:
colonization
UK Sun Article 1/15/09
Now check this out:
colonization
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
May 17, 2004 [sic]
the mind is apart from
the body is away from
where are the words
this is where the story
begins
-God gave birth to gods
and the gods gave birth to words
and the words gave birth to truth
and God saw
that the gods saw
that the words saw
that the was
that the
truth was
truth way was way
(soon he'll teach himself to myself)
mirror self=whole self
broken mirrorself=wholeself in disguise
[Making Flippy-Floppy}
Always
Rain
the body is away from
where are the words
this is where the story
begins
-God gave birth to gods
and the gods gave birth to words
and the words gave birth to truth
and God saw
that the gods saw
that the words saw
that the was
that the
truth was
truth way was way
(soon he'll teach himself to myself)
mirror self=whole self
broken mirrorself=wholeself in disguise
[Making Flippy-Floppy}
Always
Rain
Thursday, January 8, 2009
I Like the Violent Femmes
They are fun. They take angst and make it fun. I appreciate it. Obviously.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Ugh
An offhand comment from an uninformed colleague nearly set me off - setting me up instead for another night of financial angst-ridden insomnia. Not being able to sleep upsets me even more than sleeping to much, and as is usually the case when this happens I find myself in front a computer futily trying to purge my addled brain of existential worry.
But this morning it's okay because this cheered me up:
reposted from Charles Stross
But this morning it's okay because this cheered me up:
reposted from Charles Stross
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
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