February 23rd, 2004


Happy Birthday, bauske

Hey, he's an artist and a lion, how cool is that? Now, here's a message from Scumbag the Birthday Clown!

HEEEEEEEEEEY!!! It's your BIIIIRTHDAAAAY! That means it's time for the BIRTHDAY SONG!!!

OOOOhhh, happy birthday, happy birthday!
Whoop-de-do, whoop-de-do!
Hope you don't resent it!
Open up your present!
Just for you, just for you!


*Scumbag the Birthday Clown disappears in a huge puff of smoke, leaving a box with a big green ribbon with yellow polka dots; bauske opens the box and WHOMP! gets a vanilla custard pie in the face!*

bauske: "Damn you, Scumbag the Birthday Clown! I'll get you next time! Neeeeext tiiiiime!"

-The Gneech
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    utterly deranged

Name That Donkey!

I'm working on scripts for next month, and it seems that the lead singer of Litho's Magnificent Donkey is going to have some more face time. To that end, he needs a better name than "Litho's Donkey." So, suggest some names, everybody!


"Jack" has already been suggested. ;)


Edit: Stupid apostrophe!
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    The Fixx -- "One Thing Leads to Another"

Today's Bit of Forgotten English

A body thrown or impelled down upon an enemy.
--Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1897

Quinquagesima Monday
On this holiday, celebrated fifty days before Easter, the rough sport of hurling was once played in Helston, Cornwall, pitting residents of two particular streets against the rest of the town. Joseph Taylor's Antiquitates Curiosae (1819) elaborated: "The game consisted in throwing, or hurling, a ball of wood, about three inches in diameter, and covered with plated silver. On the ball was frequently a Cornish motto allusive to the game, and signifying that fair play was best. Success depended on catching the ball dexterously when dealt, and conveying it away through all the opposition of the adverse party; or, if that was impossible, to throw it into the hands of a partner who, in his turn, was to exert his utmost efforts to convey it to his own goal, which was often three or four miles distant from that of his adversaries. The number of players was indeterminate, but generally from forty to sixty on a side."

-The Gneech
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    Fatboy Slim -- "Ya Mama"
Kero Power Tie

Toon Fu

I was wrestling earlier this evening with whether to do strips to keep ahead, or to do a more general sort of furry art piece, and I decided to split the difference and try to really work on doing nice art in next week's strips. After all, since they don't have to be done tonight, I can take the time to put extra effort into them, yes?

I've been reading in yerf_hopefuls, anti_yerf, and similar places about the consensus, such as there is, on what makes the difference between really nice art, and just sort of okay art. I also remembered the Blambot piece on What You NEED to Make Great Comics that I referenced a while back. And to that end, one of the things I decided to do, was really start investing time and effort into my backgrounds.

I've been working towards that pretty much with this whole Byron Bat storyline, starting with actually drawing the interior of the Watering Hole-In-the-Wall. Some of that was because it was such a visual gag (which SJ is short on so I'm always trying to work more in), and some of it is just because it's sorta the "next big frontier" for my artwork. My anatomical skills, while far from perfect, are at least functionally competent compared to where they were once upon a time, so the next step is taking those people that I've learned to draw and PUTTING them someplace.

I am pleased with the results for next week so far. Not every panel has a background, if only because that would just clutter things up. But one of the panels depends on the presence of scenery to make it work, while another set use the scenery to good effect, giving the characters a bit of business to do while they speak -- adding a lot more visual interest than I would have gotten from my more common "talking heads" approach.

So, my Toon Fu is improving! :) And I can point directly to a handful of sources of inspiration that are helping me. A few of them even read this LiveJournal, and you know who you are. ;) But I think that a lot of it is just wanting to feel like I've earned my place, when I find myself chatting with other artists, or hanging out with them at cons, or even being told that they like my work. I very often feel like a fake, and that at any moment, one of these real artists is going to call me on it. The only way to inoculate myself from that, of course, is to train myself up until I'm not a fake any more. It's a long road but look at it this way: I'm going to be traveling a long road anyway, it might as well be a road that takes me somewhere I want to go.

G'nite, everybody. Have an awesome tomorrow.

-The Gneech
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