I dunno. I just see so many comics on the top of the webcomics foodchain that are so content with their mediocrity, I'm afraid to become that.
Earlier this week, after a day of frustration, I deleted my ideas file (and I'm currently in a new one). As it is, I fully write three jokes for every one that actually gets posted (the other two are in a half-done PSD file or gone to ether). It would be so easy to just Sinfest it every day, but I don't want it to go down like that. I'm just scared is all.
I dunno. I just see so many comics on the top of the webcomics foodchain that are so content with their mediocrity, I'm afraid to become that.
Earlier this week, after a day of frustration, I deleted my ideas file (and I'm currently in a new one). As it is, I fully write three jokes for every one that actually gets posted (the other two are in a half-done PSD file or gone to ether). It would be so easy to just Sinfest it every day, but I don't want it to go down like that. I'm just scared is all.
well again
hating your work is totally different than being extremely critical. you can love what you do but be critical of it.
people who hate their work burn out on it and end up producing junky stuff. Douglas Adams hated writing and had to be forced to do it by his editors, and his last two Hitchiker books are pretty bad.
The last hitchhiker book was also bad because he wrote it when he was having a bad year. I was just reading an interview where he spoke about it earlier today.
Speaking of Douglas Adams, he wrote something that makes me laugh everytime I read it, no matter how many times I read it.
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I'd gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It's very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here's the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There's a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn't look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There's nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn't do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I'll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn't because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice . . ." I mean, it doesn't really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who's had the same exact story, only he doesn't have the punch line.
Maybe hate is the wrong word. I don't hate 'Whomp!' I really like the good ones, and I read my own comics more than anyone else does, because they appeal to my sense of humor. I don't want people to think I hate drawing it.
I guess I'm just extra critical as it should be, but I want a better word.
I suppose it's not as bad as Mostly Harmless was but it Adams' issues were also bleeding through a lot more in that book and it tainted my entire reading.
The last hitchhiker book was also bad because he wrote it when he was having a bad year. I was just reading an interview where he spoke about it earlier today.
Speaking of Douglas Adams, he wrote something that makes me laugh everytime I read it, no matter how many times I read it.
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I'd gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It's very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here's the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There's a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn't look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There's nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn't do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I'll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn't because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice . . ." I mean, it doesn't really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who's had the same exact story, only he doesn't have the punch line.
Now I have to forget I ever heard it because it'll accidentally become a comic in like a year from now and I'll think I came up with it.
I suppose it's not as bad as Mostly Harmless was but it Adams' issues were also bleeding through a lot more in that book and it tainted my entire reading.
Mostly Harmless is absolutely bad I'm sorry Speed.
No it wasn't
it was in fact Good
Nah. It really, really isn't. The actual prose is probably okay, not really my area, but the story is a clusterfuck of Adams' personal issues being a negative influence.
The last hitchhiker book was also bad because he wrote it when he was having a bad year. I was just reading an interview where he spoke about it earlier today.
Speaking of Douglas Adams, he wrote something that makes me laugh everytime I read it, no matter how many times I read it.
This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I'd gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It's very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here's the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There's a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn't look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There's nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know. . . But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn't do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I'll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn't because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. "Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice . . ." I mean, it doesn't really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who's had the same exact story, only he doesn't have the punch line.
Now I have to forget I ever heard it because it'll accidentally become a comic in like a year from now and I'll think I came up with it.
And Random seemed kinda whiny. Might be misremembering it, though. Only read through that book once and then took it back to the bookstore for exchange.
She also appeared in And Another Thing, but I bought that on discount clearance sometime last year and haven't finished it yet.
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I suppose it's not as bad as Mostly Harmless was but it Adams' issues were also bleeding through a lot more in that book and it tainted my entire reading.
Oh, you mean the part where he
killed off Marvin by old age?
well and everyone else, forever, in every possible universe
the book had a very different tone from the other four
and you might not like that tone
but there wasn't anything inherently wrong with it
But there is. It wasn't really what he wanted to do with his characters, as he admitted later on when he'd worked out some of his issues more. The ideas presented are really fragmented and abrupt. There are some good parts, but it is not a very good book.
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man have you guys ever actually been to slipshine.net
i finally clicked through some of the ads
these porn comics are so horribly drawn
like this is just embarassing, how could you even jerk it to this stuff
good god moon over june is on here
I wonder how much money this actually makes the artists
I suppose it's not as bad as Mostly Harmless was but it Adams' issues were also bleeding through a lot more in that book and it tainted my entire reading.
Oh, you mean the part where he
killed off Marvin by old age?
well and everyone else, forever, in every possible universe
Yeah, but that happened in Mostly Harmless, where the issues were more noticeably issuing. So Long and Thanks For All The Fish had the bit with Marvin I was referring to.
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hating your art and jokes is quite a lot different than being extremely critical of them
don't hate your work, and definitely don't hate yourself, you fool
otherwise you'll be like those people dread pirate cass interacts with who think being bi-polar will make you a better writer
Earlier this week, after a day of frustration, I deleted my ideas file (and I'm currently in a new one). As it is, I fully write three jokes for every one that actually gets posted (the other two are in a half-done PSD file or gone to ether). It would be so easy to just Sinfest it every day, but I don't want it to go down like that. I'm just scared is all.
also yes. For some reason I had John Cleese on the brain all day, so he got a(n intentional) cameo.
well again
hating your work is totally different than being extremely critical. you can love what you do but be critical of it.
people who hate their work burn out on it and end up producing junky stuff. Douglas Adams hated writing and had to be forced to do it by his editors, and his last two Hitchiker books are pretty bad.
Speaking of Douglas Adams, he wrote something that makes me laugh everytime I read it, no matter how many times I read it.
I guess I'm just extra critical as it should be, but I want a better word.
Also, that excerpt was retold almost verbatim in that book, except Arthur's telling the story and not Douglas.
http://www.audioentropy.com/
Now I have to forget I ever heard it because it'll accidentally become a comic in like a year from now and I'll think I came up with it.
you're right, they're all bad
No it wasn't
it was in fact Good
http://www.audioentropy.com/
I think that displays what you want.
"circles" at the top of the screen
"people who've added you" tab
:rotate:
Oh, you mean the part where he
I like to think of my pace as measured and deliberate
Nah. It really, really isn't. The actual prose is probably okay, not really my area, but the story is a clusterfuck of Adams' personal issues being a negative influence.
great artists steal, ron
i am the keeper of art generalization cliches
hear me fert
and you might not like that tone
but there wasn't anything inherently wrong with it
http://www.audioentropy.com/
She also appeared in And Another Thing, but I bought that on discount clearance sometime last year and haven't finished it yet.
well and everyone else, forever, in every possible universe
But there is. It wasn't really what he wanted to do with his characters, as he admitted later on when he'd worked out some of his issues more. The ideas presented are really fragmented and abrupt. There are some good parts, but it is not a very good book.
i finally clicked through some of the ads
these porn comics are so horribly drawn
like this is just embarassing, how could you even jerk it to this stuff
good god moon over june is on here
I wonder how much money this actually makes the artists
you draw the porn and I'll jerk off
I invented jerking off.
My days of drawing naked Shrek are ogre.
you all are
Yeah, but that happened in Mostly Harmless, where the issues were more noticeably issuing. So Long and Thanks For All The Fish had the bit with Marvin I was referring to.
I have an immune deficiency that leaves me incredibly susceptible to memes
the ogre pun, right? That's a meme. Meme just means thought virus.