dresdencodak:

emmydiocracy:

dresdencodak:

itswalky:

FIX’D

(with apologies to Spike, who found this, and to Aaron Diaz, whose comic I stole to tell my joke)

Guys, this is how a meme starts. I CALL UPON YOU.

I get the point, and apologies to Aaron whom I’m reblogging this from, but the day he sustains a daily strip for seven days a week plus a large color strip on Sundays for at least a year is the day I eat a hat. I know, newspaper strips are often dinosaurs or bland crap that gets handed down from the credited author to a crew of uncredited artists (I’m looking at you Jim), but there is something to be said for the demands placed upon a cartoonist with a syndicated strip. Though I guess today the only examples of genuinely funny, artistically fresh and interesting, nationally syndicated cartoons I can think of right now would be Bizarro and Non Sequitur. There are a few others I enjoy like Sally Forth and Pearls Before Swine, but often with them I find the art style gets a bit static and lacks a certain motion
or, well, cartooniness.

The day I start doing a daily strip is the day I stop making my own comic. You might as well say that a piano player is no good because he’ll never play the tuba.  My comic doesn’t aspire to replicate syndicated strips in any way, nor do most comics online.

You know what it says about a comic that updates every day? That it updates every day.  That’s it.  If that’s the format of your strip, great, but the simple act of updating X amount of times is a question of format, not quality.  There’s nothing inherently admirable about putting out content rapidly.  What matters is if that content is good.  There are good daily comics and there are good comics that update monthly, yearly or basically never. There are comics where “update” is a meaningless concept because they only exist in books.  The medium is diverse, to say the least, and the quality of the artist is largely determined by how they exploit that medium.

Regularity, in itself, is worthless. You can take a crap every day at 1pm on the dot, but that doesn’t make you a good artist.

I live in a tiny cabin now. Pretty happy about that.

I live in a tiny cabin now. Pretty happy about that.

vintageanchor:

There’s no such thing as too many books.

vintageanchor:

There’s no such thing as too many books.

(Source: vintageanchorbooks)

vintageanchor:

“Here’s your first problem,” he said, pointing at a sentence. “‘Religion is the opium of the people.’ Well, I don’t know about people, but I think you’ll find that the opium of pirates is actual opium.”  ― Gideon Defoe, The Pirates! In an Adventure with Communists: A Novel

vintageanchor:

“Here’s your first problem,” he said, pointing at a sentence. “‘Religion is the opium of the people.’ Well, I don’t know about people, but I think you’ll find that the opium of pirates is actual opium.”
Gideon Defoe, The Pirates! In an Adventure with Communists: A Novel

(Source: vintageanchorbooks)

vintageanchor:

“She had an unequalled gift, usually pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into opportunities.”  ― Henry James  Today we celebrate the anniversary of the birth of American novelist (born New York) Henry James (1843-1916), whose novels include The American (1877), The Europeans (1878), Daisy Miller (1879), and The Portrait of a Lady (1881), and whose older brother was pragmatist and philosopher William James (1842-1910).

vintageanchor:

“She had an unequalled gift, usually pen in hand, of squeezing big mistakes into opportunities.”
― Henry James

Today we celebrate the anniversary of the birth of American novelist (born New York) Henry James (1843-1916), whose novels include The American (1877), The Europeans (1878), Daisy Miller (1879), and The Portrait of a Lady (1881), and whose older brother was pragmatist and philosopher William James (1842-1910).

(Source: vintageanchorbooks)

Horse country.

Horse country.

Sunday evening: the Easter bunny is discovered in someone’s yard in Denver, overwhelmingly fluffy and totally exhausted. Seemed to appreciate the spring grass and scratches behind the ears.

Sunday evening: the Easter bunny is discovered in someone’s yard in Denver, overwhelmingly fluffy and totally exhausted. Seemed to appreciate the spring grass and scratches behind the ears.

O hai, Kansas.

O hai, Kansas.

Onward.

Onward.