How to be funny

Here is the deal. ESSNN is done entirely on a Wacom Bamboo Tablet*.

Frank & Hilde is done entirely using real ink and real watercolor.

When it comes to real inks, real graphite, et cetera, I feel comfortable. I feel control. I feel confident.

When it comes to digital art. I feel like Bambi on ice. (I forgot about Thumper. If I am Bambi, than Thumper is every professional artist who decided when they were ten to focus on art, went to an art high school and then majored in art at an art college.)



I've read it takes about 10,000 hours of work to become skilled at something. I'm not certain I have the patience to spend 416 days of my time becoming a tablet ninja.



*The older Wacom Tablet, not this crazy fancy telepathic control version.

Confessions, Part One

For those curious, this is the Rosalie scarf pattern and this is the Bella mittens pattern.

Yes, I have read the entire Twilight series. To be honest, I really enjoyed the second book, but the rest of the series was a chore to get through. Like reading Mary Sue fanfiction

However, while I don't dig the series, I will defend your right to read it.

This doesn't mean I don't feel unclean when it comes to the desire I feel when it comes to knitting Twilight fan knitwear.

But damn, are those mittens cute!

Phantom of the Opera headache

The left side of my head is killing me. I woke up around 5am to see Jonathan off and went back to bed for another five hours. I'm contemplating going back to bed after this update. I still have control over the left side of my body and my speech isn't slurred, so there's that.

Nanners, Part One

Sigh, the retarded roaches are back. And showing up in bizarre non food and water and filth areas. I know last time I talked to the pest control guy, he told me it's a good thing when I see them in areas that have no food and no filth, because things are getting bad back in their nest and they are getting desperate.

Still, my first thought upon seeing one of these nasty buggers is that I need to start cleaning the apartment for eight hours a day again.

Seriously, it got to a point last time when I was cleaning the apartment for eight hours a day.

I think the simple solution is to move back to New York. I never saw a roach when I lived in New York.

The Nanners story continues on Wednesday.

And on center stage, Thumbgina!

I had my first knife related cooking accident the other day. It was pretty nasty. Unlike Thumbgina here, I'm keeping my thumb vulva under Marvel comic book bandage wraps. Ironman is protecting my thumb snatch.

get out of my head,charles!

One of Sir Ian McKellen's BFF's is a scientist over at the National High Magnetic Field Laboratory. Apparently, Sir Ian McKellen is a big ol science geek, and decided to pay his dear mate a visit. Jonathan got to meet him since he was working in the magnet cell where a presentation of SCIENCE! was being conducted for Sir Ian McKellen.

No autographs since this was pleasure and not business for Sir Ian McKellen. Jonathan did inform me that he was pleased with Sir Ian McKellen's level of curiosity about everything at the Mag Lab.

Of course, what would we expect from Magneto.

Also, my husband will neither confirm nor deny that he has joined Magneto. I will take his silence as confirmation that he is now working for Magneto. I simultaneously feared and dreamed of the day when I would be the wife of a villainous mad scientist.

But it's Jonathan so is it too surprising that he went over to the dark side?

chicken scratch

When I first set out to learn how to draw, specifically for the purpose of making a webcomic, I did my research. I contacted my favourite webcomic artists, chatted up artists in artists alley, et cetera.

The advice I received was simple.

Draw. Draw. Draw.

There was no special pencil. No special school I should attend. When asked if I should take an art class, most said, sure, if I wanted to. But the thing I needed to remember was to draw, draw, draw. Like any activity, the more you do it, the better skilled you become.

I've hit a point recently, where everything I draw is crap. I am not fishing for compliments, it really is crap. I don't know what has happened. And it feels like the more I draw, the crappier my work becomes.

As a writer, I've experienced this phenomena before. The only solution is to keep up with it and work my way through this crappy period.

Still, it's rather frustrating. Especially with the self imposed deadline of New Year's Eve for the Frank & Hilde comic quickly creeping around the bend.