I enjoy this page :). I like pages that act as a transition to the next major action, because it’s an excuse to pack in whatever nonsense I want. If we went straight back into shopping…it’d be fine, but a little jarring, I think. I couldn’t quite nail the colors down here, though. They look good! But I wanted them to be a little more cohesive, and I think I just ended up muting everything. Oh well, one day I’ll get pages like this to work every time. At least I’m getting better at saturation.
As per the last panel, I have no idea if they’re engaged yet lol. I think MarMar are more the types who have been “engaged” since day one, and will just skip straight to a courthouse wedding when they get the notion. I wasn’t totally sure why I picked “Grundy” as Marin’s last name…probably from a name generator, actually. But I thought it fit. I feel like she needed a last name she kind of hated, so she has one last thing to finally shed. I haven’t had a lot of opportunities to bring back around the “Marin doesn’t watch TV or bother with popular culture” concept from chapter 2, but I landed on the idea that if she was brought up really isolated and in a conservative family, she wouldn’t have context for a lot of media that most people are familiar with. (They’re referring to Solomon Grundy, who is a villain in Superman…who to me, just looks like a fucked up version of the Hulk, but IDK.)
Somewhere near the end of Chapter 6, I realized that I was cropping all my Photoshop files for the finished pages so that you guys didn’t have to deal with the huge margins around every page. (The margins are meant to be trimmed off in print, but you have to have them initially, or your artwork is too close to the trim area.) SOOOO I’ve been slowly going through and adding margins back into all my Photoshop files. It’s not hard, just time consuming, and I’m not sure why I hadn’t thought about it earlier. Luckily, the few pages where I took the artwork all the way to the bottom of the page, I can just sub in the original Manga Studio/Clip Studio Paint artwork, because none of those files were ever cropped. SO FUN. Oh well. I’ve taken all the other steps to make sure I’m ready to go, though! Kept all my files huge to start with, I have a whole folder of high res TIFF files for when I get around to uploading to Comixology (aaany day now), keep all my files organized and have all the steps along the way safe and sound. Back shit up onto Google Drive. Ugh, but I overlooked the cropping! Live and learn :\.
Six months ago, I was all set to replace my iPhone with a OnePlus 3T as soon as my iPhone's deterioration demanded. Then they announced the OnePlus 5. And I started seeing the first negative reviews of a new OnePlus phone I'd ever read. But they were still shipping the 3T, so I wasn't worried.
But now my iPhone's deterioration really is starting to demand that I replace it. And I appear to have been deceived about the OnePlus 3T still being available.
So I have a couple of questions for folks with Android clue.
As I mentioned last week, my iPhone is on it's last legs and I've decided to switch to Android. I also decided, early in my current ride on the carrier-subsidized-phone-with-two-year-
My memory (not confirmed by reading the Wikipedia article, FWIW) is that part of that buzz was about their US business plan being to sell directly to the consumer, forcing US carriers to get serious about supporting BYOD customers. Misunderstanding or not, it predisposed me to pay attention to OnePlus and to reviews of their phones, while none of the other Android phone manufacturers have garnered much attention from me.
And those reviews — as I remember them, at least — were consistently impressive. When my iPhone started giving me trouble earlier this year, the OnePlus 3T had just come out a few months earlier. And people were falling all over themselves to talk about how good it was. So it went to the top of my list of phones to look at when I could no longer nurse my iPhone along. An otherwise empty list.
Then in July they released the OnePlus 5. And the reviews were not entirely stellar. Certainly not the hosannas the 3T had garnered on its release. But I wasn't too concerned: given things like the Midnight Black Limited Edition page, with its conspicuous "Buy Now" button in the center of the page, it seemed clear that OnePlus was planning to continue shipping the 3T alongside the 5 at least into autumn.
I don't generally go for the leading edge unless I see a potential upside that well over-balances the potential downside. And for smartphones, I haven't seen that in 15 years — not since the Sony-Ericsson P800 was leading-edge. To my way of thinking, the OnePlus 3T is just about exactly in the trailing-edge sweet spot. And that limited edition Midnight Black: the cherry on top! So for the past six or eight weeks I thought I had a solid plan for when it came time to punt my iPhone.
But now that day's arrived. And it turns out that actually clicking that "Buy Now" button takes me to a page that — disappointment #1 — lists only the other two other colors. And — disappointment #2 — says, next to each,
Out of stock
And going back to that Limited Edition page and looking more closely, I find near the bottom:
Sold outDisappointment #3.
This limited edition release is no longer available in your region.
- Am I grossly over-reacting to the bad press the OnePlus 5 has gotten? (I'm certainly over-reacting. The emphasis here is on grossly.) Should I just buy a OnePlus 5 and stop gnashing my teeth?
- Are there other Android phones readily available new, unlocked, and with full warranties, that are comparable to recent OnePlus models? Comparably priced? If so, which? Would you recommend any of them?
- While no longer available directly from OnePlus, the 3T is still available from third parties. Some ostensibly new-in-box. None, that I've found, with any sort of warranty. At prices not much different, and sometimes more, than OnePlus' retail prices when they were available. Run screaming? Approach with caution? Does anyone know of a reliable vendor, perhaps in the tradition of small Japanese companies that help Americans get Japan-only products without having to personally fly to Japan?
We’re back in the mall! Good ol’ Pretzel Kingdom and its wayward employee. I debated for awhile what an appropriate response would be to Marisa’s story, and landed on “no response is best response.” At the end of the day, whatever is most hilarious is probably what I’ll land on. It’s hard to draw Vincent looking shocked about anything because his face doesn’t move most of the time.
Arghhhh I have been super distracted this week. I could have knocked out both of this week’s pages pretty quickly, I think, but my brain won’t focus. Some combination of the constant weather changes and just general melancholy in anticipation of winter approaching, probably. It probably doesn’t help that I’ve been following more and more artists on Twitter, and they’re all amaaaazing and have like, tens of thousands of followers…and after awhile that does land a few hits to the ego. I think at a certain point, no matter how good you are, there’s always that realization that “oh shit! there are so many other good people!” and it’s hard to turn off that part of your brain that freaks out. We cannot all be the Michael Jordan of art…I can’t imagine how Scottie Pippen felt on a regular basis. Plus, I keep seeing other people developing comic ideas with werewolves, and then I have to go through the whole process of reminding myself that werewolves aren’t particularly original, and that’s half the reason I started writing this comic. Like, I cannot be frustrated if other people make things with werewolves in them, because fuck it, there are a million stories with werewolves. Most of them are all very similar, because certain tropes attach themselves to werewolves over and over, so all I can do is try to put something a little different out there. I’m on track to have at least 1000 followers on Twitter by the end of the year, which is not tens of thousands, but they are very good followers, so I will try to remind myself that any progress counts as progress. Side note: you should follow me on Twitter.
Positive thinking is hard, friends. I think it takes a lot more effort than people give it credit, because you have to keep repeating the positive things to yourself for awhile before your brain is on board. I’ve been through some crazy shit in my life, and I will tell you that giving in to the negative thoughts have definitely never helped. You cannot survive on the negative thoughts.
So, some positives for today:
-Ya’ll really liked my lesbian backstory flashback(s), and I’m happy for us
-The rest of the shopping segment is super cute and almost done
-My brain wouldn’t let me sleep last week and I ended up coming up with some great shit for the next chapter
-My life stuff is finally slowing down a bit, which is always helpful for continued productivity
-I cleaned my car, so now it’s time to take the dog to the beach and fuck it up again.
-Tomorrow’s page is good and I love it.
On the other hand, the screening will be introduced by Thelma Schoonmaker and this is how Andrew Moor in Powell and Pressburger: A Cinema of Magic Spaces (2012) writes about David Niven as Squadron Leader Peter David Carter, the pilot hero of A Matter of Life and Death (look out, textbrick, for once it's not me):
Never an actor of great range, Niven came instead to embody and to articulate a rather out-of-date ideal: gentlemanliness – or 'noblesse oblige'. His light tenor and gamin beauty are those of the nobility: he reveals, if provoked, the upright steeliness of a man with backbone, but this grit often shades over into a likeable, smiling insolence. Though we knew he could be naughty (and the actor was a noted practical joker), it was the forgivable naughtiness of a well-liked schoolboy It is usually his graceful amusement that impresses, rather than his physicality or intellect (to talk of 'grace' might seem antiquated, but old-fashioned words like that seem to fit). He could be the younger son of a minor aristocrat, at times silly but always charming, and in the last instance gallant, gazing upwards with a sparkle in his eyes, a light comedian who, through sensing the necessity of nonsense, is perfect as Phileas Fogg in Around the World in Eighty Days (Michael Anderson, 1956, US). He is fittingly dashing in The Elusive Pimpernel (Powell and Pressburger, 1950), where as Sir Percy Blakeney he embraces foppishness with gusto. His 'airy' quality is winning, and his poetic virtues shine in AMOLAD. He may be well-mannered and eloquent but, as charmers go, his 'classiness' sits easily . . . He is undoubtedly an affectionate figure. Unkindness is not in him, and he is important in our gallery of heroes. But he is never like John Mills, the democratic 1940s ' Everyman'. Mills is the boy next door to everybody and, while that is a nice neighborhood, we really aspire to live next door to Niven. Is it a question of class? We suppose Niven to be a good host of better parties. Mills is like us; Niven is exotic. Cometh the hour, cometh the man, and during the war Niven stood for some of the most valued of principles, but his quality (or was it just his prettiness?) seemed the stuff of a previous, and probably mythical, time. Niven himself was a Sandhurst-trained army man, who joined the Highland Light Infantry in 1928 and served in Malta for two years before drifting towards America and into film acting. In 1939, when he left Hollywood for the army, he was a star, and managed to complete two propaganda films during the war while also serving in the Rifle Brigade . . . In the opening sequence of AMOLAD, it is hard to think of another actor who could mouth Powell and Pressburger's airborne script so convincingly. Bravely putting his house in order, saying his farewells and leaping from his burning plane, he is ridiculously, tearfully beautiful. Notably, it is his voice, travelling to Earth in radio waves, which first attracts the young American girl June, not his looks, and later it is his mind which is damaged, not his body. It is difficult, in fact, to think of the slender Niven in terms of his body at all. We remember the face, and a moustache even more precise and dapper than Anton Walbrook's (which was hiding something). Like Michael Redgrave in The Way to the Stars, he is the most celebrated man of war – the pilot who belongs in the clouds.
So I'm thinking about it.
Already extremely leery of the claim that they have "professional" guides or some shit, AND the fact that the website's domain is literally "headmates.net". Then I clicked on it.
What the fuck. "Reserve your free tulpa." "Get a limited edition guide." This reads like a pseudo-spiritual hack using buzzwords to try to sell you his books on how to unlock your TRUE SPIRITUAL SELF. Except this time it's with tulpas.
Earlier this week we already saw a thread about commodifying fictive tulpas (TW for dehumanization and system member death), and now this. It's like every time we check in on the tulpa community it manages to shock and disgust us in new an innovative ways. Fuck, man. When will they get their heads out of their asses.
Edit: Boom. Never been a fan of Fordaplot, but his comments on this thread are appreciated. It IS a money-mongering thing. Why am I not surprised.