Surf's Up Plus

   Going well back into the archives of the blog... The first post, actually; perhaps you'll remember it.
http://dielikeadisneyvillain.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-had-dream-once-where-if-i-ever-got.html
I posted up, well, it's just an anthropomorphized wolf thing with a surfboard and swim trunks. A drawing of one, rather (wouldn't the other one be so rad, though?) It seemed t' fit what I was going for...

   The next month, I came out with a digitally colorized version of the same, slapping over a translucent color layer in Photoshop. Still really early days stuff. Years ago.
http://dielikeadisneyvillain.blogspot.com/2012/03/surfs-up.html
I noticed in colorizing it (to whatever mild extent that I did; I suppose it was just my "style" back then) a couple of the mistakes I'd made; we all learned something and yay happy fun times.

   SO I'm not sure if it needed to be done, or whatever, but recently, a few weeks ago but far more recent than the other stuff, I assembled a new version based off of the original drawing; all digital this time (that is to say, even the "ink" layer is digital; traced over the original sketch.)

Click to... well, you know.

    If I noticed mistakes last dye job, it doesn't come close to the number I caught with this one (caught, but, released I suppose? I noticed it all but corrected nothing, anyway; it wouldn't be really the same drawing otherwise (arguments about what that constitutes in relation to having the drawing be traced over on a new layer notwithstanding.)) I suppose I should be happy? Means I must be getting better, after all...

X-Files, Rogue Nation, Tomorrowland (Oh, My...?)

   Well, originally this post had been going to be on the Tomorrowland movie Disney's doing, which I found out only today is a thing (I screamed. I screamed like a little girl.) Even if it turns out not to be that great, it's still going to be a goshdarn Tomorrowland movie, in the vein of the Haunted Mansion and Pirates of the Caribbean*, directed by goshdarn Brad Bird and starring goshdarn George Clooney and goshdarn Hugh Laurie. Oh, with a goshdarn script cowritten by Damon Lindelof, by the way. I'm not kidding when I said I screamed. If you don't need a change of pants after hearing that lineup, I don't know what's wrong with you. (Continence, probably.)

   Oh, and looking up Britt Robertson, who plays the main character, just now, it turns out that I do actually recognize her-- she played one of Dan's daughters in the wonderful, vastly underrated 2007 Steve Carell romantic comedy Dan in Real Life. So that's nice too.

   But the discovery that Tomorrowland is a thing comes on the heels of learning of the existence of the latest Mission: Impossible film, which is totally going to be the best of the lot (though, of course, I say that about every M:i installment.)

   And now it comes to my attention that Fox is starting the X-Files again after a hiatus of... shoot, does the "I Want to Believe" movie count in that...?

   So, yeah. I love these things. You love these things. That's all that can be said, really, and all that need be.

I Don't Consider Myself to be a Busy Person...

   I haven't actually posted anything really since my mom linked to this and the other blog on her blog... Officially, so far, it's been, uhh, twice, since she linked last, saying how it's one of the things I do. Twice. Euh. I totally have all the posts for the interim days planned out in my head, 80%ish, but... "School work keeps him from writing as much as he would like," yeah...

   I don't consider myself to be a busy person, but looking on it, I suppose I kind of am. At least during this school season. I have things to do. The true earmark of business, tell you what.

   I have yet another English paper due on Thursday (they just keep coming at me) and I want to get it in before the literal eleventh hour this time, so I've been working on that (Feb 5th 30-point paper: turned in 11:58 pm; March 1st special credit paper: turned in 10:42 pm; March 5th 100-point paper: turned in 11:54 pm; March 12th 30-point paper: turned in 11:53 pm.) Started reading the assignment today, which I'll finish tomorrow-- and I kid you not, I've actually started writing a bit about it. Here's the part where I make some witticism about procrastinating tomorrow instead of today, which occurred to me today, but there's no way to fit it into the English language that sounds nearly as clever as it initially did.

   With the baby coming up, as well, I've been spending a bit of time the last few days sewing up quilts and receiving blankets at my grandparents' house, learning how to do that n' all, and throwing a couple together... Begin at 9:00ish in the morning and break only for a late lunch, so it takes time, but, oh, it looks darling; it's a shame I don't have pictures for you at the moment.

   But, see, my day is packed full, with, those, uh...

   Two things. I consider that busy... (Only had, like, 12 hours of downtime today.)

Partials, U2, and Mormon Decency

   This is like my fourth time urinating today; why is there so much of it? And why is it coming out so clear? I remember drinking only a single cup of water today, but there must have been more in there...

   Anyway!

   Just finished Dan Wells's Partials, book 1 of the Partials Sequence. It's postapocalyptic YA scifi-- and it actually is all those things; it isn't until you stumble across something like this that you realize that those other post apocalyptic scifis for the YA crowd aren't really all that postapocalyptic, and only technically scifi. And stumble across this one, I did. Let me explain.

   Looking up *Ruins* to find OSC's Pathfinder 2, top results showed that it's also the name of Partials 3. Partials? What is this? Ooh, book trailers. And it's by Dan Wells? The Dan Wells? So I purchased a copy to download.

   And I'm not here to give you a review.

   Alright, maybe a little.

   Great if you like: 

• Strong female protagonists who are also minorities
• Institutionalised teen pregnancy
• (and thus) Real political conversations regarding fake politics
• Genetic engineering as the next nuke   

   Anyway. I had known of the books before, actually, turns out. There's this little post he did regarding U2 of all things, which I was of course all over and have been itching to have an excuse to share (it captures the roller coaster experience of attending a live U2 concert perfectly! Or so I'd imagine.)

   Oh, and it talks about Partials. Which totally confused me why he'd be talking about that, up until this point when I've actually read it.

   http://www.fearfulsymmetry.net/?p=1509#comments

   I'd recommend following that link if you're a fan of Dan Wells and/or U2, and wonder how they feel about each other.

   Even if not that, click on the link only to be sure to read the comments; BC Woods's seemingly unrelated one is easily one of my favorite things of all time (hey, the whole post is that as well.) In it, he talks about the attitude he used to have against Mormons, how he used to view us as polite robots with no understanding of human suffering, and how Dan Wells changed that: "you clearly understood what real darkness was and you were just a polite and decent person ANYWAY."

   Seriously, click that link.

My Records from Forever

   Today we had a bit of a run-in with law enforcement. Running across the street from cousins' to our place, to get shoes to play basketball, Alex ducked into the bushes. Passing police cars happened to spot him, and notice him not wearing shoes, in fact wearing only pajamas, and attempting to make himself scarce to get out of the way as the cars rolled by... Yeah. They figured he was a runaway, or something... I was inside as Alex breezed by, telling me that there was a police officer who would like to see me at the door.

   Oh.

   Act. Natural.

   We chatted. The officer asked me my name and Alex's, how to spell that, our relation, my age... writing this all down. The story of why Alex (who breezed back by with his shoes on) would be dressed as he was. Where our parents were at (Dancing with the Stars,) so that made me the babysitter technically... He drops his pen at one point, and I help him pick it up (apparently speaking in present tense now!) Talking with people isn't difficult. I was never nervous talking to girls until I learned that I should be.

   There's a scene in National Treasure where Riley tells Ben, dude they're gonna have your records from forever dude they're gonna have my records from forever. That feeling is here, to be honest, just a little bit.

   What are they going to do with these records? I'm thinking. My criminal records are... I'm clean, right? That (genuinely funny) near-86 at Wal-Mart, they don't record that kind of thing if it doesn't go all the way through, yeah? And, what about records higher up? Are they going to run me through an FBI database? Do they keep things like internet search history there?

   Oh crap. They're gonna find my web comics...

   The conversation (well, Q&A) wound (returning to past tense again) down, as another vehicle paused at the corner-- Grandparents' Prius. Paused, and rolled back, noticing the police vehicle in the driveway. I pointed them out. Blocking the driveway now, so there was no way the police would be able to escape a conversation with them. I went back inside and left them to it.

   Funny thing is, the ensuing conversation probably confused the officer(s) even more. Grandma reiterated the dubious story of the normality of dressing up in pajamas without footwear, for one. And also (wondering if the officer could get any straight answers from me) called me autistic... which the guy said I most definitely do not seem... so, hmm.

   It's genuinely still a toss-up whether this is going to get anywhere, if it's going to get filed as an official incident or whatever. Shoot, probably. I don't know police procedure. So who knows, maybe the FBI will use some of their resources to look into me, instead of trying to track down Jack the Ripper or whatever.

   Still hilarious, though.

Grape Juice

   At the end of Wes Anderson's Fantastic Mr Fox, they break into the supermarket and all drink juice boxes. Apple, of course, for everyone except Ash, who's chosen grape. Which juice, characteristically, stains everything it touches: Ash has got a ring of dark purple 'round his lips. Which kills me, because that's how that works.

   I was watching the film one day at that scene when Mom came in: "why is that fox wearing lipstick?" It's grape juice, but this is the first time I've ever really noticed. In the film, there's a recurrent theme of Ash being [appropriate hand gestures here] different, and from that there's... I'm going to call it speculation, deeper into his character. I'd never held it, but I always found it quite lovely and poignant, the notion that Ash is actually gay and doesn't realize it yet though his father does. Just watch it again with that theory in mind. It really adds something stirring to the relationship, doesn't it? But up until that point I hadn't given the idea much thought or credence (his "dress[ing] like a girl" is his superhero costume, for one.) But since then...

   Grape juice has stood as a symbol of homosexuality, to me. Subconsciously. I didn't even realize it until today, when context brought it to my attention.

   In all innocence, they served grape juice at Grandmother's house...

Butterflies

   You know that joke where the man dreams he is eating a giant marshmallow, and when he wakes up, his pillow is gone? That actually happened to me once. It's apparently a joke about eating your pillow in your sleep or whatever, but I never realized that; I just figured it must have been a common (enough) experience that I wasn't the only one.

   The pillow turned out to have fallen off of the bed and rolled underneath it, in case you were wondering. But none of that is what this post is about.

   I had a dream once, when I was very young. A different dream. I know I wrote part of it down, in stapled-together homebound book format, or at least illustrated it. The original book has probably been lost to the garage, like so many others from that era (the likewise unfinished books of the Aladdin and Dragon Tales dreams spring to mind,) but it wasn't much of a plot, so I can remember it well. Even then, it wasn't so much a plot as an idea... the dream was about a butterfly. The dream was about a butterfly. And I was the butterfly.

   And though I never would have forgotten, I never would have thought, I'm not the only one to have had this dream. The butterfly fell asleep as I woke up. As we woke up. We dreamt that we were butterflies. The butterflies dreamt they were us. And to this day I still can't figure out...

   whether I was Zhuangzi dreaming... or Zhuangzi was me.

Raymond Babbitt in Vegas

   I'm not sure how, popular or whatever, it is to like Rain Man, anymore, especially for an Aspie or for anyone, (I'm probably going to get torn to shreds for this,) but, Rain Man! I think that it's a terrific film. Smart, iconic, unevil, and with heaps of Tom Cruise. My legs are jelly.

   The climax and most iconic scene is Vegas- Charlie gets Raymond to count cards, everyone has a gay old time and makes a lot of money over the course of the day to the point where Charlie's debts are made up for, and the question inheritance money practically gets mooted, with the only cost being never being allowed to set foot inside a casino ever again. Also that wad of cash lost when Raymond pulls a number out of his butt at the roulette wheel, but, no matter.

   So. Happy ending, yeah? But the movie keeps going... the story's not yet over. Hmm. Let's examine that.

   See, in this scene Charlie has made concession to Raymond's talents, true, but he was still using Raymond the exact same way he uses everyone else (whether the "yes" had been actually in response to a question posed a half-hour ago or not, it was still an accurate response to the question posed to Raymond then and there.) The Vegas scene gets Charlie out of his monetary problems, (which I guess is kind of important since it was all he could think about before,) but I don't think people realize the implications there; he's still using Raymond. You know, the reason he whisked Raymond away from the mental institution in the first place? He's still doing that. That's bad.

   Charlie is the true broken one: Raymond, though not without his problems in relation to change, is more than happy to deal with Charlie on Charlie's terms, but you don't see much of that going the other way. To put in simplistically, though not inaccurately, Raymond is just a problem that needs to be dealt with, because that's the way Charlie sees the world at first. (Prized. goshdarn. rosebush.)

   It isn't until the fire alarm and the scene at the pancake house that there's a full reconciliation between the two brothers, and Charlie is totally transformed. Charlie is able to approach Raymond on Raymond's own terms, for the first time that's real (i.e., syrup.) Charlie making concessions to and taking advantage of Raymond's savant skills in Vegas is a step that highlights both Charlie's and Raymond's natures, bringing the two (finally) together in a way that Charlie can swallow, and in the waffle house Charlie is ready to approach Raymond as a whole person, not just a savant, but an autistic savant. A bundle of complexities. Actually a pretty nice guy once you get to know him.

   It's weird, how many people overlook that.

   Or at least, I don't know, I think people overlook that, but-- the implications of the Vegas scene sure as heck never get brought up in any of the parodies, when it would seem that that's the most riff-able aspect of it, so...

   I was always disappointed that I wasn't named Timothy, but at least my middle name is Charles. I think that's pretty cool.

Thespis Strip Dated Sunday, March 8, 2015

 

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TRANSCRIPT:

Collin: Comics are tough.

Well, they're kind of easy, but they're tough.

See, with a sitcom or something, you're allowed to time the humor out in real time, using pauses and beats to achieve maximum comedic effectiveness, instead of the tools you have to work with in comics, using spaces between panels and vision-directing action lines in the hopes that the reader of the comic will read it in any semblance of the comedic timing you have in your head.

On the other hand, with a comic, you only need one joke per strip, and even then only at the very end. Any sitcom set up like this wouldn't last very long.

Not as a sitcom, at least.

Maybe as a cooking show, if all the humor is food-based.

Another thing about comics is that you don't know if any of the humor is even getting through at all. With a stage comedy

(which I know all about)

(or at least used to until my character derailment)

you can tell when the humor is reaching your audience.

For example, this week's entire strip was one elaborate pun, but I have no idea if it got through to any of you.

Still to come: more about the difference between humor on the page and humor in real life.

The M/W/F Supremacy

   I just realized, even with the Ludlum-style post name, that wouldn't have been much more than typical lame excuses on t' lack of more frequent posts recently... Which had been... kind of the point, actually... If it's such a big problem for me to get posts up daily, I fully realize I can switch over to a less frequent schedule, maybe even then getting the chance to juggle between this blog and the woefully underposted-at Things That Don't Even Come Back Around, alternating days with TTDECBA on Tuesday-Thursday-Saturdays? (Underposted-at, totally real vocabulary not made up in any way...) Have to keep up daily for now, though, for reasons I've explained, which does mean insane backlog rush, but maybe one the Hundred Things are posted I can change... Even I'm getting tired of self-absorbed (?) excuse posts, so I'd better make that soon.

   Daylight Savings, I'd been going to talk about Daylight Savings... and... forget it.

   The world is awesome, alright? I think it's great to live in a world where exciting news is happening every day. You can subscribe to an e-service that tells you the latest of what's going on in Orson Scott Card's mind at any given moment, now, you know that? They've cast the I am Not a Serial Killer movie that's a thing that's happening, and John Wayne Cleaver is being played by Max "'Max' in Where the Wild Things Are" Records and Old Man Crowley by Christopher "Christopher Lloyd" Lloyd. You can keep tabs on further announcements on Dan Wells's website, though for Pete's sake don't look too far into that if you don't want major spoilers from the book; my point is, yes, the world is big and awesome, and I can't keep away, and it's happening every day and I've got enough material every day to post probably-- but you notice that I'm telling you to keep tabs on it for yourself... Teach a man to fish, enrich his life, in one sense (isn't that what we're here for? shouldn't that be our primary motivation?); mostly, of course, it's because I've had bad experiences with trying to keep tabs on current events (mostly with that SWAT KATS revival thing a couple years back-- it's like trying to hold a snake that's thrashing in your hand; things keep happening...)

   So.

20 Years

   The earliest memory of mine which I can place a date on is November 20, 1994-- the day of my third birthday. I remember being very confused-- obviously I didn't know what a  birthday really was, which makes sense considering my last one had been a literal half-lifetime ago... I was still excited, though; I remember waking up and tottering around. Perhaps I could sense something in the air; after all, awesome plastic fireman hats don't just fall out of the sky at any minor occasion...

   Didn't give that much thought until yesterday. With that being my third birthday then and my age being 23 now, I've got two decades' worth of memory now swimming around in my nut. Frightening.

   Saw today on Netflix that they've got Jumanji, in a not entirely parenthetical tangent. Fantastic bit of cinema, that-- all so famously made and taking place in 1995 -- "What year is it?!", a half-crazed Alan Parrish (Robin Williams) sputters out. The answer is 1995. "'95...," Parrish marvels...

   Two stinking decades ago.

   That was the greatest movie as a kid-- still is now, of course, but this-- this was the must-see film, yeah? Remember how the AVON lady had a VHS copy, when it was finally released on video... had to beg Mom to purchase it off of her; we'd been so excited...

   But that was all twenty years ago now; it hadn't even occurred to me till I saw that there on Netflix this morning...

Main Characters

   Attended Mass today. My first time. It was for a funeral. It was mesmerizing. I still don't know what a Hail Mary is in football, but, daaang it's sweet in real life.

   After the funeral services, there was lunch. There was a guy there, who'd been at the funeral too... it was crazy; he looked just like Mitch Peleggi. You know who Mitch Peleggi is. Even if you've never heard his name, you'd know his face. You may know him as Walter Skinner from X Files, but you may also recognize him as Lt Caldwell from Stargate Atlantis, or the highway spree-killing UnSub in the classic Criminal Minds episode, "Normal," or... He's in a lot of stuff. He's very famous.

This guy.

   So, yeah, Mitch Pileggi. And maybe this guy was Mitch Pileggi; I don't know. Funny thing, that's probably incredibly illustrative of the way I view reality: I kept on looking over at him, expecting that since he's "played" in real life by a guy I can recognize, he must be an important character, and if anything happened in that scene he'd be a primary actor in it and not just an extra.

   I am being serious.

On Never Having to Do Another Background for Cerebus Ever Again

   I just wrote a 3 page paper and it weren't that hard, chugged out an outline and pasting that into the form it happened to be the perfect number of pages. I'm not intimidated, I'm not intimidated.

   Whew, big week for homework. I've got a 7-page essay due in two days, and... well, not much else. Seriously I think that's it. Any homework at all is an assault against my perfectly ordered kingdom of lollygagging! I guess. It's been coming for a while now, though, and we're so near to the end.

   I feel like... like Gerhard, at end of Cerebus. Dude did the backgrounds to David Sim's artwork, right, only by the end Sim had gone, kind of, famously, well anyway, and Gerhard had been by this point doing the backgrounds forever, and absolutely sick of it, and it had lost its wonder, and, Cerebus was coming to an end, and so Gerhard focused on that-- done by Christmas, done by Christmas. At Christmas time, I'll never have to do another background for Cerebus ever again. And that's what kept him going, and that, more or less, is the story.

   And that's how I feel with this paper. After this paper's done, the, paper, will, be, done. And I've been working on it, and slipping in my blogging, but, that's not what's important, so that's alright, but.

The Fine Line Between the Mainstream

   There's a built-in escape mechanism to the "hipster" subculture which I find absolutely charming. All this freaking indie crap sounds exactly the same, so there's obsolescence built in. It's great: "oh no, the mainstream's found the thing we like, making it cool! Fall back to any one of our seemingly identical indie bands!"

   That being said, I still think it's impossible for this to be the case every occasion-- gonna namedrop like I don't even care-- Fleet Foxes, Neutral Milk Hotel, those guys are all adorable enough not to care if the mainstream breaks in around you; identity is maintained (who names their band after Switzerland that's just weird enough always to be "edgy") you don't even have to bring up whether or not you discovered them when everyone else did. ...I don't think.

   But you don't know the extent of it from the inside. That make sense? No, of course not, that's a terrible way to phrase it. Let me give an example for you instead, then. I worked on Collapse, as an intern, right? Shoestring enough that it's not like anyone got paid, though; the official trailer had to be released through the director's son's YouTube channel instead of his own, seeing as how his own has maybe three or four subscribers and his son's has several thousands (which has more than doubled in the time between then and now.) The director's son, you see, (also playing the main character in the film (again, shoestring) so the move makes some sense) is apparently a fairly prominent YouTube reviewer of K-Pop music videos.

   And here's the, "extent from the inside," thing. Through that Twilght2Mnlght/Lukes of Hazard YouTube channel,  I may have known of Psy's Gagnam Style before it became such a huge hit in the states a few years back. It was interesting, but so were all the other K-Pop music videos and there wasn't much to distinguish any one thing-- references to it started cropping up in more and more places, and, I don't know. I don't know when it became a hit, and that's my entire point. From the inside, you don't know the extent of it. I had known of it, but I wasn't aware it was such a phenomenon because... because I had already known of it. When does the indiestream break off and the mainstream begin? The answers, they don't come easily...