You m ay notice the first panel is very dirty. I had Colacitti change it once before and then after I got it, I changed it. So there are lots of eraser marks.
When I scan it, it’ll probably take longer to clean it up then it did to actually ink it.
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Each ring symbolizes a time when The Wife has used the vacuum.
(This is another in a series of vaguely sexually-titled posts)
The Wife cleaned the kitchen!
Like the Olympics, this only happens once every four years (actually every two years: this was the Winter cleaning. In two years she’ll have a Summer cleaning) and I’m very excited.
Here are page 12 inks.
When I was taking the picture (because my scanner is not big enough to fit the whole thing) the camera’s automatic “face-finder” feature fixated on Jed’s face toward the bottom of the screen.
That’s how good Colacitti is. He makes my stick-figure look so real that the people at Sony are fooled.
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I’m trying to think of some cool things to do at SPACE in April. Although this is my first convention, I tend to like to do things correctly form the start.
I thought about bringing a laptop to show off the website. But I can’t imagine too many people would look at it (more people would probably use it to check their email).
I thought about bringing a projector and showing the podcasts. But I can’t imagine too many people sitting back and looking at slow-moving, low-resolution images of something they could hold in their hands.
I thought about bringing in all the pages. But I can’t imagine too many people looking at these dirty pieces of paper when the finished pages are right in the book.
So what’s the plan? I dunno.
I asked around and the basic tenant I’ve found is “You never know.” I think I’ll just lay out what I have on a convention-sized table and make it look good. I have issues from each chapter of l(a, I have the trade, I have Tiny Life Demos… that doesn’t seem like it’s enough.
Should I trade these old things?
The Wife suggested I make a SPACE exclusive. Feazell suggested I make a mini-comic to trade. Both of these are excellent ideas. Except now I don’t know how much of left I can get done before I need it printed. I also don’t know what I would do in a mini-comic form (just another version of what I’ve already done or something new?).
Damn ideas. They make my life Hell.
Here’re my inks for page 11:
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(This is another in a series of vaguely sexually-titled posts)
The Wife and I have been trying to have a kid for a little while now. Not REALLY trying, just, you know… trying.
Frankly, at this point in my life (sorry to any future Jones generations who may be reading this many years from now), I could go either way. I think it’d be great to have a kid, but I think not having one would work with the way I want my life to go as well.
I asked The Wife tonight why she wants kids. Instead of giving me the Woman Bullshit answer (“I just feel (pause for effect) empty.” Or “My biological clock is ticking and I need someone to grow with”), she gave me a lot of very well thought out answers (including “I don’t want to be doing this forever.” And “I want everything that comes with Family”). None of them convinced me, though.
After a few more minutes of arguing, I realized why not having kids is an easy option for me but a difficult one for her: I have the things that she needs.
I know teens are annoying. But they're often worth it.
See, to me, teaching is not only a job, but a way of feeling fulfilled (I know it sounds girly, but it’s true). I help out future generations, I connect with people in a way that only parents and mentors can, and I feel like I’m really making a difference in the world (even when I’m not). Because I write and half-draw Tiny Life, I also feel fulfilled.
This is my baby.
I get to create something that wasn’t there before, I get to use my imagination in original ways, and I get to feel like my creation might really make a difference in the world (even if it doesn’t).
As a woman, I think The Wife needs to feel that way too. Except she doesn’t have a job that has the possibility of making a difference. And she doesn’t have a story in her head that’s been floating around for the better part of 15 years.
She has me. And although I act like a child, I am not one.
So. I guess we’re going to REALLY try now.
I would show you who he is, but on top of being an ass, he's also been in jail for online identity theft.
I’ve been playing with Facebook more and more. I’m trying to see the lure of it. I have a few actual friends (vs. internet “friends” or Facebook “friends”) who are addicted to it. Every time I log on, their name is at the bottom of the page under “online friends.” I click on their name and they have hundreds of Facebook “friends” (which is odd because the fella I have in mind is a complete ass).
I gotta tell ya, I don’t get it.
Facebook, to me, looks like a very complex integration of a personal webpage and email. All the stuff you do on Facebook – send messages, take quizzes, use simple applications – can all be done very easily on a personal webpage and/or email.
I know I’m new to it, so there are probably some things I’m missing, but I subscribe to different groups through Yahoo and Google (and used to post the happenings on my personal website through an RSS feed), I post and watch different videos using Yahoo and Google, I post and see different pictures using various online sources, I talk to different people through email and I.M… The only thing that seems to be worth it (to me, at least) is that all of these things are now in one spot. I don’t have to log into Flickr to see pictures of my old roommate’s baby; I don’t have to go to my address book in Yahoo when I’m using my Hotmail account; I don’t have to update code whenever I announce something on my personal site. It’s all in one place.
It offends me that most people on Facebook don't know what any of this means.
It saves me some time, but I gotta tell ya, it makes me a bit upset too.
See, I never took a computer class. I figured out all that coding stuff on my own. Suddenly there’s this place on the internet where people can go to make their own site and they don’t have to know anything about computer except how to type.
Seems like I wasted a lot of time.
Of course, I make comics for a living; I’m used to that feeling.
Colacitti is definately doing something different. His lines look softer.
Different pencil? Different paper?
Maybe he’s doing the Bob Kane / Bill Finger thing?
Meh. Still looks awesome.
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(This is the first of many vaguely sexual post titles)
I love global warming. Or, depending on your point of view, “global warming.”
When I was little, I remember having a LOT of weird weather patterns. I remember not going to school for a few days at a time because of the snow. I remember the two-foot-deep creek flooding so high that we didn’t know if there was actually a bridge over it. I remember mowing my parents’ lawn and stopping after every strip to that I could get another glass of water before passing out from heat exhaustion.
Now we call these weird weather patterns “global warming.”
Earlier this week it got to be more than 60 degrees in the dead middle of winter; this broke the old record by more than 15 degrees.
I love global warming.
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