It's been a less-than-productive day here. The good news is, I'm on page 33 of Tough Breaks
. The bad news is, pages 22, 23, 24, 29, 30, and 31 have not been done, because the high-res strips are missing and have to be recreated.
See, the usual strip-creating process is, I draw it, I scan it at high-res and pour it into a template, then I upload a flattened version to katayamma
's server, where he snags it, colors it, and shrinks down a web-sized copy for the site (usually after we haggle about using earthtones instead of funky dayglo colors, and he pesters me to run high-res versions instead). However, in late 2002/2003, there were several strips that, for various reasons, Hikaru didn't color, so the only high-res copies were on my secondary hard drive.
The one, you may remember, which unexpectedly died in 2003, with only partial backups.
So, for all of these strips that I colored, I will need to make a list of the ones that are missing, sift through all my old bristols to find the originals (hooray for me being too lazy to sell my old strips!), re-scan 'em, and post 'em up for Hikaru to re-color.
It'll keep him busy, anyhow! ;) But it means I haven't achieved as much as I would like to have.
Also, today, I decided I would go over to Game Parlor to take a look at Big Eyes, Small Mouth
(the non-d20 original) to see if it would be a good medium for a slightly-less-simplistic version of Teenagers From Outer Space
. No luck, they didn't have it. And hantamouse
, who I'd hoped would lend me his, turns out didn't have a copy. So, nothing accomplished there, either.
Finally, since it was a bright, sunny, breezy March day, laurie_robey
and I decided to take a break and try out some kites we bought a little while back. Once we got the complex contraptions assembled, we tried for about half an hour or 45 minutes to get them into the air ... alas, they're large and heavy kites, requiring minimum sustained winds of 7 m.p.h. or higher. While we did have some fairly high gusts, there were none that lasted long enough to get the kites above the 20' or so ceiling they'd need to stay in the air without assistance. So, that was another bust.
While we were out there, some moron riding past in a car yelled out at us, "Hey, you $&@%^#* niggers!" 0.o Given that Laurie and I are both ruddy-skinned, red-haired anglo-celtic types, this seemed a particularly bizarre taunt. I know the psychology behind it, of course -- it was some jerkoff trying to score points in front of his equally jerkoff coterie riding in the car with him by seeming daring, and it didn't matter who or what he was yelling at. He was just spouting the most offensive thing he could think of ... sorta like an internet troll, actually. 9.9
I had a friend -- briefly -- in high school who would pull this kind of idiotic stunt, and then get all huffy when I told him in no uncertain terms what I thought of it. I'm sure that to this day, he thinks I have no sense of humor ... whereas I think he's a pathetic little prick. As I say, it was a short friendship. But I digress.
So anyway, it's been a less-than-fulfilling day ... but I still have a few hours of potential productivity left, so I'm going to do what I can in them. Wish me luck! And thank you for not being like that moron, I appreciate it. :)
Laurie says, "Were they yelling at us, or the other car?" I didn't see
any other car, but I suppose if there was one, that might make it a little less nonsensical. No less obnoxious, tho.