television interlude
deep thought of the day…. i don’t get why ‘mother fucker’ is the worst thing you could ever call someone. i mean, providing your dad didn’t take a powder before you were born, chances are, he was a mother fucker. and if he did leave your pregnant mother alone to raise you, ironically, he was in point of fact, not a mother fucker.
good news! i finally have a new corporate sponsor! this time, it’s ‘overwatch’, by blizzard. ‘overwatch, anniversary edition now available. 1 year of 13 year olds calling you the N word for not doing what they told you to. yeah, you like the abuse, don’t you dumbass?’
it’s highly socialized now, being a gamer used to be a somewhat solitary existence. i’m taking bout if your old enough that your idea of a scary freddy was krueger, and not some pizza mascot. so it’s kind of a stereotype. the frail nerd, alone in his room, slapping away at a joystick or keyboard, trying to reach the castle, or what have you, while the kids your dad would be less embarrassed to call ‘slugger’ were off taking part in team sports. and i was on the ground floor. playing curse of the azure bonds and pool of radiance on my c64 (i’m really dating myself here). and yeah, that 64 don’t stand for no gigabytes. that was 64 KILObytes of pure graphical gold. and we were happy to have it. not like those poor bastards that had vic 20s….. sad sad sad were the kids stuck with 20 kbs of rom….
but like anything tech based, pride rots quickly and soon there was everything else. the loop tightened even faster to the point where if you somehow human centipeded 1 million commodores together, they still wouldn’t be as powerful as the machine i’m using for the grand task of writing this post. also, full metal alchemist in on pause. ooooh…. the future is now.
if i’m being honest, i was happier with my c64 as a kid, than i am with my super computer now, cause it was ‘da shit’. i mean, loading screens were beyond anything, 5 minutes to boot the simplest program, and all the graphics were ass, but it was at the very beginning of the arc. one day, nothing. then, computers. now i, or rather all of us, are somewhere in the middle of the arc. and we can see what’s next, with fair certainty. we’re not just happy to have it, we’re looking too far ahead….. and as kids, every little new thing blew our pink little minds. i still remember if you typed 10 print “jason rules”: 20 goto 10 : run, it was so. and i did in fact, rule.
maybe i’ll download an emulator, and have a go at curse of the azure bonds. i’m just worried i’ll crack a memory wide open and ruin it. that still wouldn’t be worse than a remake.
hey, i finally finished that drawing i was doing! it was alot of work, but i’d like to do more of that kind of thing in the future. if you’d like to see more, please visit my patreon, and consider getting on board the blackandblue train. this painting ‘dogwalker’ is behind the $1 patron wall. but i’d like reward all the fans who’d like to donate a little to see more work. but, time is a finite resource. spare time doubley so. it’s a great way to help support the work, and shout out to all the patrons already signed up. you guys rock. much appreciated.
but i did add a goal to my patreon, if anyone is interested. it’s rather modest, in my opinion. if i can get up to 100 dollars, i will put out a print compilation of the comic up to whatever issue i’m up to when the goal is achieved. i promise you, all the money will go to the printing costs. i’ll make sure long term patrons get one free. and everyone else will get one on the cheap.so, let’s see if anyone is interested.
i also had an idea to do videos for patrons. maybe short clips of my work flow, if anyone is into that kinds of thing. i’d call them tutorials, but i wouldn’t want anyone to replicate my habits. i’ve got some bad ones, and a messy style. i was considering calling it ‘how not to draw, 101’. it’s actually a tragic accident that i have a career at all. someone should have stopped me by now.
“Mother fucker” is the “worst” thing you can call someone because it implies they fuck their own mother. It’s that incestuous twist.
i suppose in a weird way, the implication of incest gets lost after you hear it so many times. but when you think of any slur long enough, you can see what the originator was trying to get across, butt he sting is removed with overusse. we need some new swears i think….
The rant about parents being proud of other kids rings true for me. Also (not to make it a gender thing, because god knows we don’t need more of that right now) I can date myself by saying that I was a gamer girl when it meant social death to be one. I was the girl the boys called for maps and cheat codes, not awkward makeout seasions. Still stand by my life choices. What I can see of the new art looks great! Cross your fingers and by next month I may be able to support your Patreon! Wait, don’t do that. It might make it too hard to do awesome work. Still, when I can donate $20+ I’d like to see less digital, more sketchy art from you. Maybe drawings done with your weak hand (I have a soft spot for those). Still, as soon as I get work you will get a nice monthly ration of ramen, or whatever you artsy types are living on these days!
i think many of our parents would have rather had ‘outdoor kids’. and yeah, i think that was alot of us back then. it was a percentage of children who though storming the castle and slaying the dragon were attainable goals. having a social circle and another teen to hold hands with, that was the unattainable stuff of myth and legend. sounds a little backwards, but it probably made for some day dreamy kids who’d grow up to be more interesting than the types who got what they wanted when they were young.
and settle down, you. food before patreon. i’m just pluggin my work. if people have extra to spend on firvolous art and a kindly spirit to patronize an artist, sure. but not before then.