I’ll admit it. I’m addicted to YouTube.
A couple of weeks ago, I heard a song from the ‘80s that was stuck in my head, so on a whim I looked it up on YouTube. Now, I spend inordinate amounts of time looking up artists and watching/listening to the videos. I’ll find a video, watch it, notice a link to another video, click on that, and suddenly realize I’ve been watching videos for an hour and a half and I’m on fire.
Right now, I’m listening to ‘Space Age Love Song’ by Flock of Seagulls. I remember when the song first came out (sigh, old) and for reasons too complicated to explain, was reminded of it. So, of course, I looked it up and can now re-experience my youth, where I sat for hours watching MTV whenever my parents would let me.
And for my younger readers, yes, MTV used to play music videos.
It’s kinda fun and nostalgic. I’m not so much of a snob to insist that it was all ‘real music,’ but some of it was pretty good. And yes, some of it was really, really bad.
NOTE: The first video I ever saw was the Steve Miller Band’s Abracadabra. I had no idea what it was, but was completely mesmerized. Yes, I just watched it.
In other news, it’s been yet another productive week here at Single Edge Studios. Pages were penciled. Sentences were written. Ninjas were fought. Dog poop was stepped in. Those last two aren’t related, but I thought I’d share.
Have a fun and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Problems
Now, it may come as a shock to my regular readers, but I do have my share of problems.
Oh, on the outside, my life looks pretty much perfect.
I’m a single,-something, who is a tiny bit internet famous, has an entry on IMDB (which is completely true), writes blogs, comics, games, and novels, drives a ’93 Toyota truck, and possesses the sheer animal magnetism (and back hair) of a Kodiak bear, but that’s just the shiny parts.
In reality, my life is as complicated and stressful as the next guy’s. I never quite have enough money, ninjas keep booby-trapping my toilet, I accidently dismantled my washing machine with a hammer. You know, all the little things that vex us in life.
It’s just that I’m tired of my problems. Sure, fighting hyper-intelligent bathtub mold with a crowbar is fun, but once you’ve done it eight or nine times, it gets kinda old.
What I want. What I really, really want, is to have someone else’s problems. Preferably someone who’s incredibly, wonderfully, amazingly rich.
I’m talking the kind of rich where I could drive up to a McDonald’s drive through, buy the entire restaurant, then go across the street and buy the Burger King as well. And then order the employees to fight to the death. The winning side gets to make me a burger. And then fight the Taco Bell crew.
I want to play an RTS with real tanks. I want to have two jumbo jets full of confetti and marshmallow peeps smash into each other at 50,000 feet, just to see what it looks like. I want a trebuchet made out of chocolate. Just ‘cause.
So, if you’re stupidly rich and would like to help me out by giving me access to your fortune for a couple months, please give me a call. I will totally give whatever’s left back to you when I’m done.
I promise.
Cheers,
-Jason
Oh, on the outside, my life looks pretty much perfect.
I’m a single,
In reality, my life is as complicated and stressful as the next guy’s. I never quite have enough money, ninjas keep booby-trapping my toilet, I accidently dismantled my washing machine with a hammer. You know, all the little things that vex us in life.
It’s just that I’m tired of my problems. Sure, fighting hyper-intelligent bathtub mold with a crowbar is fun, but once you’ve done it eight or nine times, it gets kinda old.
What I want. What I really, really want, is to have someone else’s problems. Preferably someone who’s incredibly, wonderfully, amazingly rich.
I’m talking the kind of rich where I could drive up to a McDonald’s drive through, buy the entire restaurant, then go across the street and buy the Burger King as well. And then order the employees to fight to the death. The winning side gets to make me a burger. And then fight the Taco Bell crew.
I want to play an RTS with real tanks. I want to have two jumbo jets full of confetti and marshmallow peeps smash into each other at 50,000 feet, just to see what it looks like. I want a trebuchet made out of chocolate. Just ‘cause.
So, if you’re stupidly rich and would like to help me out by giving me access to your fortune for a couple months, please give me a call. I will totally give whatever’s left back to you when I’m done.
I promise.
Cheers,
-Jason
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Good News, Everyone!
Forum registration is now functional again. I know this because I had three registrations in my inbox today, two of which were bots or spammers (or spambots). Oh, how I had missed the subtle dance of checking anti-bot sites, Googling names, and otherwise figuring out if a registration was real or not.
I am, in fact, being sarcastic. If you’re a real-human being who would like to contribute to our forums, please, register and I will happily let you in. If you’re a spammer, please smash your head into your monitor repeatedly. I’ll wait.
But, strangely enough, today’s blog is not about spammers or registration. It’s about ghosts.
I have complained before about the plethora of ghost hunter shows on cable now (and how I should have my own show, Ghost Fighter). Things, however, have sunk to a new low. There is now a ghost-show on Animal Planet.
I actually watched a couple, as I was curious how they’d incorporate the whole ‘animal’ angle into the show. Would there be ghost pets? Would psychics channel the spirits of animals? Would they somehow use animals to try and sniff out spirits?
The truth is even better: In the two episodes I saw, there was a passing reference to a family pet and then the animal was completely forgotten for the rest of the episode. It was literally “. . . and then Rover got really upset and I looked outside . . . “ with a quick cut of a dog looking at the camera. Needless to say, the dog didn’t look particularly agitated.
Now, maybe it’s just me, but if your channel is called Animal Planet and the show you’re running has absolutely nothing to do with animals, mayhap you shouldn’t run it? Or perhaps, change it to include animals?
Now, I’m not advocating throwing hamsters into haunted buildings to see what would happen (confused hamsters), but why not just have a show where the ghost hunters use dogs?
Just get a couple of high-strung dogs and have their handlers lead them through scary buildings. The dogs, being nervous by nature, will occasionally freak out. You then edit the whole thing together with the proper voice over and bingo, instant Animal Planet exclusive.
It would go something like this:
Narrator: “As the ghost hunters wound their way through the abandoned mental hospital which was built over an Indian burial ground and also happened to be the sight of several Civil-War battles, Mr. Jingles became nervous.”
Cut to Mr. Jingles licking himself.
Narrator: “That means he’s sensing something! But what?”
Mr. Jingles looks at a wall. And then the floor. And then the wall again. He resumes licking himself.
Narrator: “The spirit must be close! What will Mr. Jingles do now?!!!”
Mr. Jingles is now humping the camera man’s leg.
Cut to commercial.
Cheers,
-Jason
I am, in fact, being sarcastic. If you’re a real-human being who would like to contribute to our forums, please, register and I will happily let you in. If you’re a spammer, please smash your head into your monitor repeatedly. I’ll wait.
But, strangely enough, today’s blog is not about spammers or registration. It’s about ghosts.
I have complained before about the plethora of ghost hunter shows on cable now (and how I should have my own show, Ghost Fighter). Things, however, have sunk to a new low. There is now a ghost-show on Animal Planet.
I actually watched a couple, as I was curious how they’d incorporate the whole ‘animal’ angle into the show. Would there be ghost pets? Would psychics channel the spirits of animals? Would they somehow use animals to try and sniff out spirits?
The truth is even better: In the two episodes I saw, there was a passing reference to a family pet and then the animal was completely forgotten for the rest of the episode. It was literally “. . . and then Rover got really upset and I looked outside . . . “ with a quick cut of a dog looking at the camera. Needless to say, the dog didn’t look particularly agitated.
Now, maybe it’s just me, but if your channel is called Animal Planet and the show you’re running has absolutely nothing to do with animals, mayhap you shouldn’t run it? Or perhaps, change it to include animals?
Now, I’m not advocating throwing hamsters into haunted buildings to see what would happen (confused hamsters), but why not just have a show where the ghost hunters use dogs?
Just get a couple of high-strung dogs and have their handlers lead them through scary buildings. The dogs, being nervous by nature, will occasionally freak out. You then edit the whole thing together with the proper voice over and bingo, instant Animal Planet exclusive.
It would go something like this:
Narrator: “As the ghost hunters wound their way through the abandoned mental hospital which was built over an Indian burial ground and also happened to be the sight of several Civil-War battles, Mr. Jingles became nervous.”
Cut to Mr. Jingles licking himself.
Narrator: “That means he’s sensing something! But what?”
Mr. Jingles looks at a wall. And then the floor. And then the wall again. He resumes licking himself.
Narrator: “The spirit must be close! What will Mr. Jingles do now?!!!”
Mr. Jingles is now humping the camera man’s leg.
Cut to commercial.
Cheers,
-Jason
Thursday, March 24, 2011
I Know Something You Don't . . .
Well, it’s been a busy week as usual over here at Single Edge Studios. Words were written. Pages were drawn. Long, contentious conversations were had over exactly how one pronounces ‘M’Kott.’
Ultimately, because I made up the word, I get to dictate its pronunciation. It’s pronounced ‘Mangrove Throat Wobbler.’ Some of you will get that.
In all seriousness, it’s pronounced ‘M’KaughT.’ Think Mr. Garrison saying ‘M’kay,’ remove the ‘kay,’ and add ‘caught’ with a hard T.
The really interesting part is what the word actually means . . .
NOTE: Leigh doesn’t even know. In fact, no one knows. Just me. MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Speaking of which, we’ll be at the Stumptown Comics Fest in about two weeks. If you happen to be in the Portland area, come on by and say ‘hello.’ And if you ask, I’ll tell you what ‘M’Kott’ means.
And then, you’ll be one of a very small, very exclusive club who know. You’ll be able to drop hints to your friends that you know and they’ll be quite jealous, ‘cause they don’t know what a made-up word in a fantasy comic means.
Maybe.
Okay, probably not.
Have a pleasant and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
Ultimately, because I made up the word, I get to dictate its pronunciation. It’s pronounced ‘Mangrove Throat Wobbler.’ Some of you will get that.
In all seriousness, it’s pronounced ‘M’KaughT.’ Think Mr. Garrison saying ‘M’kay,’ remove the ‘kay,’ and add ‘caught’ with a hard T.
The really interesting part is what the word actually means . . .
NOTE: Leigh doesn’t even know. In fact, no one knows. Just me. MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Speaking of which, we’ll be at the Stumptown Comics Fest in about two weeks. If you happen to be in the Portland area, come on by and say ‘hello.’ And if you ask, I’ll tell you what ‘M’Kott’ means.
And then, you’ll be one of a very small, very exclusive club who know. You’ll be able to drop hints to your friends that you know and they’ll be quite jealous, ‘cause they don’t know what a made-up word in a fantasy comic means.
Maybe.
Okay, probably not.
Have a pleasant and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Technically Incompetent
Say for example that you were a regular reader of Wayfarer’s Moon and decided, hypothetically speaking, that you wanted to visit the forums and read what was being said there. You, theoretically, would go to the forums and be amazed at the profound and often hilarious insights provided about the comic. You would then, perhaps, wish to register for the forums and participate in said discussion.
You would probably expect that the process of registering would be quick, easy and above all, painless.
Unfortunately that would not be the case, seeing as how one cannot currently register, as our forum software is somehow broken.
Let me explain: Leigh and I are technically incompetent. Oh, we’ve worked with computers for over thirty-years combined and we are masters of our particular fields. However, we don’t really know how computers work and we know just enough to know that if we do something wrong, we could potentially set the computer on fire.
NOTE: No, I’ve never actually set a computer on fire. I did delete the entire Wayfarer’s Moon page once, which is why I’m not allowed to touch the web-stuff ever again.
So, if you need a comic page written, penciled, inked, colored, and lettered. Call us. We’re like elite comic commandos. Okay, slow, out-of-shape commandos who get winded if they stand up to fast, but commandos none-the-less.
Web-pagey programming types, not so much.
To sum up: if you’ve tried to register for the forums and couldn’t, we know and are having our guy look into the issue. Please be patient until we get this fixed. We’ll let you know once the issues have been resolved.
Cheers,
-Jason
You would probably expect that the process of registering would be quick, easy and above all, painless.
Unfortunately that would not be the case, seeing as how one cannot currently register, as our forum software is somehow broken.
Let me explain: Leigh and I are technically incompetent. Oh, we’ve worked with computers for over thirty-years combined and we are masters of our particular fields. However, we don’t really know how computers work and we know just enough to know that if we do something wrong, we could potentially set the computer on fire.
NOTE: No, I’ve never actually set a computer on fire. I did delete the entire Wayfarer’s Moon page once, which is why I’m not allowed to touch the web-stuff ever again.
So, if you need a comic page written, penciled, inked, colored, and lettered. Call us. We’re like elite comic commandos. Okay, slow, out-of-shape commandos who get winded if they stand up to fast, but commandos none-the-less.
Web-pagey programming types, not so much.
To sum up: if you’ve tried to register for the forums and couldn’t, we know and are having our guy look into the issue. Please be patient until we get this fixed. We’ll let you know once the issues have been resolved.
Cheers,
-Jason
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Robadillo
I recently received a grim warning from the future. This has happened twice before. The first time, I was ten and warned not to glue my nostrils shut with paste, regardless of how much money my best friend Chuck offered me.
I got my other friend Danny to do it instead and was glad I did, ‘cause when the school nurse pulled the hardened plug out, it was like the inside of his nose had been waxed. They say you could hear the scream ten miles away.
The second warning was about not starting a sci-fi web-comic. I dodged that one by starting a fantasy web-comic instead.
This latest warning was a simple, one-sentence email I received from an anonymous source. It read ‘Warning from the Future: Do not create robot armadillos or ‘robadillos.’
NOTE: The warnings always come in a ‘time-period’ acceptable way. The one about the nostrils was on a 3x5 card I found inside my Trapper Keeper. The second one was a rather (perhaps) ill-conceived tattoo. A word of caution: don’t get a ‘spur-of-the-moment’ tattoo from someone you don’t share a language with. That goes doubly if either party is drunk.
This latest warning brings up a couple questions: Why would I want to create a robadillo? What would I use a robadillo for? And thirdly, seeing as how I can barely balance my checkbook, how would I create a robadillo in the first place?
The first two answers are obvious: who wouldn’t want to create a robadillo? Honestly, the name is just cool. Secondly, I’d obviously use my army of robadillos to take over the world. Oh, sure, I’d start out with some sort of noble goal, like eliminating the scourge of gingivitis, but once I had a sixty-foot, fire-breathing armadillo with laser eyes and enough armor to stop a Tomahawk missile, I’d go a bit nuts.
Obviously though, the chance of me successfully creating an army of robadillos is slim to none, which is why this particular warning from the future is so puzzling. If I can’t create a robadillo in the first place, why warn me not to?
Unless, I’m SUPPOSED to create an army of robadillos, perhaps to fight off an alien invasion or something, and this warning is really from the aliens in a Terminator-esque ploy to get me not to.
Hmmmm, it’s a quandary. Maybe I should dust off my plans for a zombot army (half-zombie, half-robot), just in case.
Unless, that’s what the aliens really want!
Indecisively,
-Jason
I got my other friend Danny to do it instead and was glad I did, ‘cause when the school nurse pulled the hardened plug out, it was like the inside of his nose had been waxed. They say you could hear the scream ten miles away.
The second warning was about not starting a sci-fi web-comic. I dodged that one by starting a fantasy web-comic instead.
This latest warning was a simple, one-sentence email I received from an anonymous source. It read ‘Warning from the Future: Do not create robot armadillos or ‘robadillos.’
NOTE: The warnings always come in a ‘time-period’ acceptable way. The one about the nostrils was on a 3x5 card I found inside my Trapper Keeper. The second one was a rather (perhaps) ill-conceived tattoo. A word of caution: don’t get a ‘spur-of-the-moment’ tattoo from someone you don’t share a language with. That goes doubly if either party is drunk.
This latest warning brings up a couple questions: Why would I want to create a robadillo? What would I use a robadillo for? And thirdly, seeing as how I can barely balance my checkbook, how would I create a robadillo in the first place?
The first two answers are obvious: who wouldn’t want to create a robadillo? Honestly, the name is just cool. Secondly, I’d obviously use my army of robadillos to take over the world. Oh, sure, I’d start out with some sort of noble goal, like eliminating the scourge of gingivitis, but once I had a sixty-foot, fire-breathing armadillo with laser eyes and enough armor to stop a Tomahawk missile, I’d go a bit nuts.
Obviously though, the chance of me successfully creating an army of robadillos is slim to none, which is why this particular warning from the future is so puzzling. If I can’t create a robadillo in the first place, why warn me not to?
Unless, I’m SUPPOSED to create an army of robadillos, perhaps to fight off an alien invasion or something, and this warning is really from the aliens in a Terminator-esque ploy to get me not to.
Hmmmm, it’s a quandary. Maybe I should dust off my plans for a zombot army (half-zombie, half-robot), just in case.
Unless, that’s what the aliens really want!
Indecisively,
-Jason
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Hand™ and Butt
Let’s get things started quickly: I have a cold and I pulled a muscle in my butt.
I’m not sure where I got the cold from. I think it might have been at Emerald City Comicon, as I shook hands with roughly fifty-thousand people, give or take the odd-ten thousand. In the words of Jerry Lee Lewis, there was a whole lotta shakin’ going on.
NOTE: For my younger readers, Jerry Lee Lewis is a rock-n-roll legend. He has a number of classic rock hits, including ‘A Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On’ and ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ He also invented the spear gun and a method of extracting yeast from moldy newspapers.
This is not the first time I’ve gotten sick after a con and I’ve come up with a solution. I call it The Hand™. It’s basically a mannequin hand and forearm with an internal anti-bacterial dispenser. When someone wants to shake your hand, you instead extend The Hand™ and shake with that. Sensors detect the shake and a few seconds after the Hand™ is released, The Hand™ sprays itself with the anti-bacterial, guaranteeing a fresh, clean Hand™ for the next shake.
And, if someone happens to offend you, you can use the companion product: The Finger™.
I am, however, pretty sure how I pulled the muscle in my butt.
I stood up.
Yeah, I somehow messed up a procedure that I’ve done probably a million times since I learned to walk. I wasn’t fighting ninjas, ripping cabinet doors off, or even saving a bus-load of orphans and nuns from a fiery death after they hit a giant robotic goose sent from the future to warn us about the penguins.
So, yeah. Sore nose, sore butt, same imagination.
But I still think The Hand™ is a great idea.
Have a good and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
I’m not sure where I got the cold from. I think it might have been at Emerald City Comicon, as I shook hands with roughly fifty-thousand people, give or take the odd-ten thousand. In the words of Jerry Lee Lewis, there was a whole lotta shakin’ going on.
NOTE: For my younger readers, Jerry Lee Lewis is a rock-n-roll legend. He has a number of classic rock hits, including ‘A Whole Lotta Shakin’ Going On’ and ‘Great Balls of Fire.’ He also invented the spear gun and a method of extracting yeast from moldy newspapers.
This is not the first time I’ve gotten sick after a con and I’ve come up with a solution. I call it The Hand™. It’s basically a mannequin hand and forearm with an internal anti-bacterial dispenser. When someone wants to shake your hand, you instead extend The Hand™ and shake with that. Sensors detect the shake and a few seconds after the Hand™ is released, The Hand™ sprays itself with the anti-bacterial, guaranteeing a fresh, clean Hand™ for the next shake.
And, if someone happens to offend you, you can use the companion product: The Finger™.
I am, however, pretty sure how I pulled the muscle in my butt.
I stood up.
Yeah, I somehow messed up a procedure that I’ve done probably a million times since I learned to walk. I wasn’t fighting ninjas, ripping cabinet doors off, or even saving a bus-load of orphans and nuns from a fiery death after they hit a giant robotic goose sent from the future to warn us about the penguins.
So, yeah. Sore nose, sore butt, same imagination.
But I still think The Hand™ is a great idea.
Have a good and safe weekend.
Cheers,
-Jason
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