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Archives for: August 2008

Bitterness.

I've been feeling worn out creatively recently and my ability to write comics has become brittle. I dug up a text file that I had written a bunch of comic ideas in and found a section that broke down into incoherent phrases. I remember a few of these making a lot of sense at the time, so much sense that I could safely leave out the large chunks of context that I would assuredly remember in the future. Well, I don't:

"Princess of lies. Is someone's girlfriend.

Princess of the future.

You spend all your time at the swamp

godking reintergrating into society, boring deskjob, frustrated. Phones his mom, but she says that he's going to die now. (has a gold goldfish)

If everyone looked like you they'd be ugly. (and stupid)

Psychopomp (is also a pimp) keeps trying to tell people that he chose the profession because of the wordplay Psychopimp

secret power police - triangle of darkness

empire of touching"

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So, here's what I've got for you. I'm working on this one about rhinos:



--==!!Sebastian!!==--

A little look at Lionface The Artist

Come in, come in. Gather round, that's it. All of you. Now then. Listen. I'm going to show you a secret. You must promise to be astonished.

The secret is a new comic currently being developed in our steel labs. Its code name is LIONFACE THE ARTIST. It is being tended to and looked after by Head Technician Colleen Brice. She's like a sock full of pennies and each penny is a dream. The sock is a woman. Named Colleen.

This is the fourth comic she's cooked up for Semiotic Cohesion. Her other tiny masterpieces are 'DJ Last Human,' 'Stegosaurus & Me' and the ever so slightly epic 'Rhino.' So now you know.

Also - while you're here - I'll give you a sliver of insight into the goddamn creative process. Lionface isn't quite finished yet, so you can see here a comic on the verge of coming into being. For a more embryonic approach, you can see the roughs/storyboards/thumbnails I made from which Colleen has been working.

Okay. It's coming.

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A nearly-finished bit of Lionface Page 1.

Here's Colleen's first page. Lionface wants more from life than sitting in the Savannah and working at the factory. He wants to go to Art School.


The roughs I sent Colleen for Page 1.


These are my roughs for the first page.

A nearly-finished bit of Lionface Pages 2-3.

This is the central spread. Lionface's colleague at the factory advises him to see the boss about this art school thing. The boss is oddly enthusiastic.


The roughs I sent Colleen for Pages 2-3.


The roughs for the spread.

A nearly-finished bit of Lionface Page 4.

So Lionface goes to art school. But he's shocked to find out that girls are allowed to draw. Oh Lionface! You're such a fish out of water. You're like Star Trek Four!


The roughs I sent Colleen for page 4.

And some more roughs.

The script for 'Lionface the Artist' was concocted, of course, by myself and Sebastian. Sebastian, by the way, has gone missing. So it'll just be me here on this blog for a little while. I think we can all handle that.

All right. I think you've seen enough for one day. Go and play!

- Tom

supermegacomics

Oh, that NERVOUS POLYMATH sure is wacky!

I did a fan-comic for Super Mega just the other day. I'm a VERY big fan of all things Johnny Smash and was VERY excited to see my handicraft up on the site.



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_____SEBASTIAN SIGNING OFF JUST THIS ONCE

They look like little faces, see.

While in a hot debate with the Nervous Polymath today on the topic of The Website And All That Is On It, he mentioned to me, in a voice as soft as pity, that he'd been making some graphs and that I could see them so long as I didn't tell anyone that he'd forced me to. He said that the graphs told a story.

Listen people, the graphs tell the story of a man's feelings before he opens right up and hugs someone. Maybe he is hugging them goodbye. Maybe he is hugging them hello, or thank you. The story is kind of open that way. I think you should see for yourself.

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How hard it is to hug.

The Nervous Polymath was delighted at my decision to put his graphs up on this blog. He says that he's hard at work on a series of jellies or membranes or something and he'll put speech bubbles in the next one. I think this is the start of something light and special.

- Tom

Some sinister inner cycle, residing no doubt in my stupid belly and responsible for all my girl problems, has completed a full revolution!

I'm working on a batch of new comics! I think. If you don't believe me, well I have all sorts of proof. I am so sure of this one four-pager, which I haven't actually written yet, but it's sounding so good. In my mind.

I've gotten this far so far and was filling in the text when all of a sudden out of nowhere I noticed that it was a pretty decent single page comic like it is.





- Sebastian

I wish!

You may have heard of "Webcomicz". Mike Rouse-Deane sure has. Well, he's gone ahead and started up a secret project (I'm not allowed to tell you this) where he suspiciously channels a dangerous amount of the poor-old-internet's pocket money into the hands of those notorious capitalists, THE MAKE A WISH FOUNDATION. Fatcats. Cahoots. Girls making promises. Call it what you want to, it is all happening right here: The Guest Strip Project.

The moral of the story is that I was tricked into helping him implement his sinister plan by drawing one episode, one trecherous episode. Shucks, that's what I get for committing my life to, well, to put it plainly: being a bad person. The storyline I chose to expand on was the origin story of Kevin.

Okay so. I made these comicz the other day for an arts festival, and am so ridiculously proud of them. I want to turn these comicz into webcomicz. I assume the missing link is them being on the internet. I'm going to post them up on the site every few days until my cache is depleted. HERE GOES.


A lot of people have asked me if the mechanic is having an affair with Ashley. I usually nod wisely, smiling and say 'I wish!'

Introducing Michael-Whose-Face-Is-On-Fire.

Anyway, I'm at University and am hallucinating wildly from a distinct lack of sleep. I'm going to go find a corner somewhere where I can just rest my eyes for a minute and maybe wake up with a crippling sense of alienation.

Goodbye.

Sebastian.