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A National Geographic picture, apparently.

• Computers Programmed to Get the Joke

  (tags: science scifi)

I keep blank paper next to my bed, because sometimes I’ll think of something while I’m falling asleep, or I’ll wake up with just fragments of a dream that I don’t want to lose. I’ve managed to save some really good ideas this way. Of course, sometimes, like Friday night, I save things like this:

The most annoying thing? When I can live on visible light alone. When you can barely see something, there I am, humping your eye. I am everywheres.

I’m a genius. I wasn’t drunk either. I felt sick all day, Friday, so no drinking.

• Real Estate Markets

  I’m not a big Forbes fan, but I find myself in discussions about good places to put down roots with people. I think this means that I win.

  (tags: worldbuilding crimes-against-humanity end-of-the-world)

So, I just finished the first typed draft (meaning the second draft, but the first I’ll ever show someone) of Hallowed. The whole goddamned thing. Holy shit. It will still be a while before the likes of you has a chance to read it, unless you’re unlucky enough to be in my reading team. Of course, even they don’t all read it.

Whatever, though. Here’s a list of what I still need to do:

If you’re an artist who wants a piece of Hallowed, or perhaps a member of the editorial staff of a comic company who wants oral sex, email me.

I’ve got time for a little bit more work related news.

The novel is happening! Seriously. I’m surprised at how much I’m writing, and how real it feels. Creeps me out, really.

Gone is grinding along. Why don’t we all stab Shamus, for not being a little quicker with that. Hell, I’ve got work from other artists waiting in the wings for Shamus to hurry up. Seriously, dude.

There’s a new project! A magazine type thing, which will happen as my credit limit allows in the real world. I think I may have to self publish, on account of it being three shades of batshit insane. On the bright side, I think it will probably make so little money that I won’t actually have to pay taxes for it. Sweeeet.

-bmp out

You may not realize how awesome this is if you’re an unread, unwashed philistine with no grasp on modern literature or popculture. Everybody else should be cool, though.

• Court tries 18 for cross-dressing

  Police say they were dressed as women, which is illegal under the state’s sharia penal code

  (tags: crime sex societal-decay)

This is what my dreams were like when I was a child.

You know what pisses me off? I tried to learn to draw for a long time. I wasn’t even trying to be a great artist. I understood what I wanted to do. I wanted to consistently portray recognizable characters and actions in a way that would allow me to draw a comic. The results weren’t pretty, they were ugly. I constantly erred in a way that was so aesthetically displeasing that I couldn’t make myself continue.

If I’m mad at you sometime, maybe I’ll find some of my old attempts, scan them in, and make you look at them with your eyelids stapled open.

Anyway, the point… Sometimes I find a comic like Beaver and Steve, or Achewood. It’s simlple, and elegant. I look at it and think that it’s the sort of thing I ought to be able to do. But, I can’t. That pisses me off.

They’re both funny too. That doesn’t help things.

p.s. This isn’t a name dropping post. I found Beaver and Steve and wanted to share. I just threw in Achewood as an example. Everybody already reads it.

• I can’t do one-quarter of the things my father can

  It’s not a competition, but you’re losing. I had a similar revelation a while ago: All of that stuff my father did wasn’t that tough. As an adult who was prepared to deal with the world, I can do most of it, and I know a couple of tricks he doesn’t.

  (tags: e2)