Semiotic Cohesion Comics & Art

Ahem.

I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS COMIC.

It is going to be great, I promise you this. But I have become irrational and am steered by forces more conniving than those that would usually allow me to write in forms other than poetry. Oh, sweet. Oh, joy.

THIS COMIC.
It speaks of love, which is something I cannot know.
It speaks of me.

It peaks my awareness of the dangers of this world, such as cars and being in close proximity to people.
Mainly Cars.
I hate to convey my emotions in this tacky fashion.
I really do.

But I have become irrational, I apologize, dear reader.

BUT.
I AM EXCITED ABOUT THIS COMIC to the point that the usually good humoured and polite parts of my brain that weigh up the world's risks are overrun with the inflated importance of finishing this comic.

For what if I did not?

Thank you.

- Sebastian, I guess.

Hey, all of you. I've been busy, what's your excuse? I'm training to be someone that has a vaguely impressive wealth of archaeology trivia. My exam is on Tuesday. Did you know that like, did you know that early archaeologists shot other early archaeologists? Back then you got to keep and sell all the gold you found. And if a colleague stood between you and your gold, well then you shot that colleague and wore their face on your face, marched back to their camp and claimed even more gold. True story.

I'm sorry that this webpost has become aggressive. I've been feeling mildly aggressive ever since I got whiskeydrunk in a desert last weekend.

Look, my point is that I'm really excited about a future where I make all these things that I love and other people love them too. I've started another one of these there thingamajigwhatsrightonoverhereitis (it's a comic):

- Sebastian makes it harder.

Oh boy, where have I been? I've been right here, rabbiting and squirreling and hedgehogging away at a comic for this competition that is being hosted by Random House and the Observer and some other interesting players. I made a two-page story about an eagle that snatches a human infant and yet, for some reason, does not devour it immediately. I tried to make it as realistic as possible.

Anyway, I finished it this morning after literally trillions of years spent getting incredibly fussy over everything in Painter. Now I'm going to have to find something else I can talk about to everyone I know. Maybe I'll do another comic? Comics are kind of my thing, I guess.

Okay, here's the first panel and another panel that also appears in the comic.

This part is based on the true story.


But this part is entirely fictional.

I'm pretty sure that I'll win the competition. I've spoken about it so often that to not win would be bad narrative flow.

In other news, The Nervous Polymath's brain has melted, so I've recruited an entirely different troubled genius to work on the website and do all that stuff I promised all those months ago. I'm going to carry on calling him The Nervous Polymath though. It's like a Pharaoh name.

Also, I went to Birmingham at some point back there somewhere. Here is some evidence of that:

http://nygma.blogspot.com/2008/10/small-press-publishers.html
http://nygma.blogspot.com/2008/10/newcomer-review-of-bics-part-1.html
- This pair is from a comics journalism site of good quality and sound taste. And oh god, I haven't mailed back Gemma yet and thanked her for the kind words. I'm the king of all jerks.

http://black-rider.deviantart.com/journal/20904787/
- This is from one of our neighbours, Inspired, who were a bunch of sweet kids who should be loved by everyone.

http://placentafordinner.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-no-big-tittied-woman-dressed.html
- This is a report from my own brother, who takes time out to make fun of the sweet kids mentioned above. Way to go, Paul. Now -you're- the king of all jerks!

Oh man, I am going to be late for dinner.

- Tom saves

Wow! I'm glad that's over. We used their own tragic magic against them in the end (kidnapping). Let's just say that I don't actually know what was going on or even who fixed it! Check this out!:

- S to the E to the B to the A to the why are my hands so small?

The site is under fire from a rowdy bunch of Sumerian Demigods. We're so in the process of fixing this!

Check out all the wonderful goodies available on SEMIOTICCCC COHESIONNNN
at our page made almost entirely of meat!

- Sebastian

(In light of this post I was going to make a new category 'Revenge!", but I didn't because I know Tom would disapprove. Did I tell you about the one time he outright said he didn't like laughing? Exactly.)