So, first of all let me begin by saying that I no longer include myself in with the whole “juggalo” thing so the following opinion can be said without any kind of irrational, fanatical influence whatsoever…
FAYGO IS THE BEST GODDAMN SODA BRAND EVAR!!
Of course…it’s not exactly available readily outside of the Mid West. However, today I found myself a location well within biking distance that has begun stocking Faygo in a number of delicious flavors…sadly not Rock & Rye but I’ll take what I can get.
Here’s my question…
Do I tell the world of this fabulous location, thus ensuring a constant movement of the product enticing the establisher to continue ordering its stock?
Buy regularly myself hoping it’ll be enough to maintain my own private stash?
So, a while back I took a course on doc film-making. After that and making a few docs myself, I’ve gotten to the point where I can’t watch Documentaries anymore without analyzing them. Which is both a gift, and a curse.
Take last night for example…I popped in GONZO: The Life and Work of Hunter S. Thompson.
It was interesting, that was to be sure, but the documentary itself sucked and I’m having trouble figuring out whether my issues with it were intentional or not, but even if they were that wouldn’t change much. Instead of a bad documentary, it would instead be a documentary with a bold approach, that failed miserably.
See, the biggest problem was, the documentary had no cohesiveness to it. It had no structure as in “start with this, go to this, and end with this” with smooth transitions (writing transitions NOT visual) to ease you along. Instead it was a mish mash of topics quickly strung together without any real order except occasionally chronologically.
It started, inexplicably with HST writing about 9/11 and his suicide. From there, it went to an excerpt from HELLS ANGELS as read by Jhonny Depp. Then, jump to a brief description of the man himself followed by an even briefer description of his childhood. Finally, it starts to go into his work starting with the Chicago riots. From there, it’s pretty much chronological order with several jumps to seemingly unrelated tangents throughout.
It also spent a disproportionate time on important topics. While admittedly an important part of understanding the man, there was no need to spend as much time on THOMPSON FOR SHERRIF as they did. In fact, some of that time could be spent on the woefully short segment on FEAR AND LOATHING IN LAS VEGAS, or better yet an interview with Jhonny Depp that was surprisingly absent despite his role as narrator.
One thing that makes documentaries, even biographical ones, effective is giving both sides of the coin. I understand being respectful to the dead, however you have to provide some kind of opposition. This movie had none, you had one side of the coin “despite his flaws Hunter was awesome.” Period! There was only one person they interviewed that really challenged him and what he did, a Hell’s Angel member who maybe knew him for a few months out of his life. That’s all they had.
What this takes away from the movie is a sense of objectivity. I want to hear someone say they hated him, that he was a dick, that he was nothing but an annoyance. That says to me that whatever he was doing, worked. He pissed people off, and he was supposed to. Hearing that from the people themselves has all the subtext you need. Having the same thing said by people who loved him…seems a bit contrived.
Bottom line, if you’re interested in HST it does have a great deal about the man and a number of things you may not have known. But by no means is it going to win any awards.
I would still be the central character in the movie, do all the work, save the world and such…but the movie would HAVE to be named after DYLAN, an idealized hero type character that everyone else in the movie sees as their leader and only hope for survival.
At some point in the middle of the movie we team up for a brief period only to split up so I can save the day and end the film as CEO at a computer company with my own private helicopter.
Oh, and the writer of the screenplay would not be allowed to know a THING about me or what I do, but instead be forced to guess about the inner workings of my life. It’ll look much more neon that way…
First of all, I will gladly slap myself for the bad pun in the title…
Ok, anyways, tommorrow brings the Staff Holiday party pot-luck and I have a long night of cooking ahead of me when I get home. What am I making? Well, what’s more festive than Sushi? That’s right, fresh California Rolls made by yours truly. Hense the bad pun in the title.
Now I know what you’re thinking. “Aren’t California Rolls made with Crab meat?” Well, yes they are but I am using IMITATION crab meat which is made from…you guessed it, fish.
It shouldn’t be that bad, I only plan on making two cups worth or rice, which should yield around 36 individual pieces or more which should be well enough for the office party I would think.
So last night I took a bit of a break from work on AVERY LIBRARY for a number of reasons. For one thing, I spent the entirety of my day at a computer, and that was the last thing I wanted to do when I got home, regardless of what I was doing. Hopefully, I don’t have the same thing happen tonight.
I’m finding I’m struggling a bit on the character model for Amy. I dunno, maybe it’s because it’s the first page featuring her, maybe it’s because I’m having a hard time letting go of the normal archetypes for female characters I cling to so tightly to and embrace her actual character.
I’m ashamed to admit that my female characters usually follow one of only two personality bases…the shy, socially awkward, “girl to bring home to mom”…or the strong, independent, loner. The latter actually describes the other female lead in AVERY LIBRARY, but for an entirely different reason than my comfort zone, a reason that is actually quite spoiler so sadly I cannot divulge. Moral of the story, I don’t feel bad about that one.
I guess what makes it hard is that her character design is that of the stereotypical book worm, which she kind of is…but not in the shy way. Instead, Amy is has the pale, unkempt appearance of a typical book worm because she’s quite comfortable with herself, and has little to no regard as to what other people might perceive of her. She knows what she wants and doesn’t like to wast time when it comes to pursuing it.
…crap…thinking about it now I might have to re-draw some panels. Ugh…the march for perfection goes on.
So I’m starting to feel that after long last, I’ve gotten to a point where I’m really having fun with what I’m doing, art-wise. I’m finally at a point again where most of the day I’m thinking about how much I want to go home and fire up Photoshop/Illustrator and spend hours upon hours of my precious free time drawing pretty pictures.
Although I’d like to blame college for sucking the fun out of art for me, I’m sure that’s not the only factor. I’m more than certain my previous comic (now on “updated when I damn well feel like it” status) had something to do with it too. Mostly, I think that things got tedious, that and they were far to rigid and based on strict rules concerning my old style. Personally I think that the best thing I could have done was step outside of my comfort zone, break a few rules, drew what was fun.
My first style was just so…rigid, and more based on reality than anything, despite the appearance of the characters. Rules proportion, anatomy, and even work with fabrics and shadow were all strictly enforced in that style. Sure it made it a little more impressive and it looked good but…it was a pain in the ass to do.
Every time I had to make a new comic it felt far too much like work, like something that was taking up my time, I would make excuses not to do it. It was awful.
Then, TRIPPY came along…ahhh TRIPPY, one of my favorite non-starter projects. I still hope to finish it at one point. When I was working on the project it was fairly clear that my current style would not work, so I had to come up with a new one. Suitably enough (considering the original idea for the project) inspiration for a new style came from the cover of the VIRGIN SUICIDES soundtrack by AIR. Once perfected, this new style was profoundly more interesting to draw. I was spending more time drawing…and I didn’t mind it. In fact, I looked forward to it.
Sadly, this did not last. As TRIPPY went through production hell and eventually into Hiatus status, I went back to the drudgery of my previous style, until finally it beat me into submission…and AZA fell as a casualty.
It wasn’t until I got the urge to produce comics again that I was given the beginnings of what I work in now style-wise. When NETFLIX added ROCKO’S MODERN LIFE and REN AND STIMPY to the Instant Watch, memories of the dirty cartoons of my childhood came flooding back…and I began to think.
"Who says I have to follow the rules? I’m not in college anymore, I don’t have to pretend anymore…I don’t have to force myself into something I don’t believe in for a grade. I can have…fun!"
The rest…as they say…is history.
Now, I find myself growing antsy in the middle of the day. Ready and willing to sacrifice time with video games, beloved TV shows, movies, or anything else I would normally do in my free time…to sit and draw…just draw.
I guess, the moral of the story is…nothing’s worth doing, if it isn’t fun.