Up at 5:30am this morning. I've been
getting up at 6am the past week and a half, mainly to get used to it for when I
start classes at the end of the month. It took so long to get a councillor
appointment I didn't find out I needed to take an anthropology class and some
general nutrition class to satisfy my physical education requirement until late
in the registration period. So the only classes available were at 9am. And I
thought it was hard getting to a noon class last spring.
At least I'm done with math. It's so nice
just having that thought in my head. No more math. Unless I suddenly decide to
be a marine biologist or an accountant. Pity the whale or human who'd have me
for either. I got through the last math class by the skin of my teeth--somehow
I did well enough on the final to squeak through with a C even though on the
other tests I had an A, two Ds, a C, and an F. That last one because I ran out
of time and had to leave several answers blank, unread, because I spent so much
time on one problem just trying to figure out how to do it. I did get that one
right, for all the good it did me.
But what about art? Yesterday Caitlin
posted on Facebook this picture I made of her Secret World
character Isobel:
And for the past four days I've ramped up
work on The Casebook of Boschen and Nesuko #3, but it still
looks like projecting a middle of January release was too optimistic. When I
started this project I decided, since I have so many other things on my plate
now, it was going to be a project on which I'd keep myself on a less rigorous
schedule, just releasing issues when I can, at whatever pace I felt like. But
I'm getting impatient with myself. #2 came out in September and here I'm
looking at February for #3 on a series I project will ultimately be no fewer
than five issues. If only I had more time. And energy, goodness knows it's hard
to stay as motivated as I used to be. Well, as an artist. That's where the
impatience comes from--I have plenty of stories I want to write and that part
of my brain digs the spurs into the artist part. I actually rewrote the last
six pages of the #3 script a couple days ago. After
Casebook, I think I'll try and stick to shorter, more
contained stories like Echo Erosion, things I can finish
completely over the course of a summer, unless by some miracle I find an artist
who wants to work for me. But it seems like the ratio of comic writers to comic
artists floating around is something like 9000 to 1. I actually have another
project in mind already and I'm slightly frustrated I won't be getting to it
until mid-2015 at the earliest.
Maybe one of the artists on the new anime
series Space Dandy would want to jump ship and work for me.
I watched the first episode of this new
Shinichiro Watanabe directed series a couple days ago. Certainly its animation
and design are light years beyond its writing. Watanebe is the creator of
Cowboy Bebop, a success he hasn't since been able to equal
artistically or commercially and I don't predict Space Dandy
will break this streak. It has the same problem Samurai Champloo
had--too much of its humour is based on the fact that it's a TV show, too many
scenes bank on a moment where the character observes what an absolutely
outrageous thing he's doing for a television show character. I don't mind that
sort of thing now and then but aside from the basically entertaining retro
parody premise, the show's impressive animation seems to be wheels spinning on
no traction. Space Dandy, the main character, hunts undiscovered aliens to
register them, which turns into him and his two alien cohorts experiencing
intense physical comedy on a rocky planet, running from giant creatures.
Yet it was precisely for the more Looney
Tunes sort of humour that I was digging Kill la Kill which,
by the way, concluded its first season, I think. The twelfth episode doesn't
feel like a final episode at all but since there hasn't been a new episode in
two weeks I guess that was it.
It's still one of the best anime series
I've seen in a long time. Though four episodes before the end it devolved into
an autopilot, Fight of the Week format, the same thing that made the second
season of Medaka Box unwatchably dull. Kill la
Kill manages to stay a little more lively, though. I did like the berserker
Matoi in the final episode.
Twitter Sonnet #584: Blue Hour on
Tatooine
Drowsy red light sabres lit the
vacant
Air with dust drifting out unseen socket,
Heavy Vader waistcoats numb adjacent
Pea sized Yoda relaxed in the carpet.
Death Star ice cubes live in the amber
glass
While black sky visions drift out long
white streaks,
Threading needles through engine echoed pass
To red desert walls and indigo peaks.
Leia's mango ennobled the desert,
Yellow on beige tracks the masked raider
left
In solemn single file to assert
Quiet vantage of the dewbacks bereft.
Rings of teeth wait in the sand centuries
Over burning stomachs and
lotteries.
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