Busta/Lovecraft page 03

Busta+Lovecraft 03 by ~geoffsebesta on deviantART

Page three, in which H. P. gets very, very angry.

There are two problems with blogging these days, as I see it:

1. I'm usually hanging out with somebody, so all my best bon mots and whatnot simply disappear into the ether, even more ephemeral than the internet. Oh, dear, think of all the bon mots you're missing.
2. Facebook and twitter suck up the rest of my edgy observational humor, leaving nothing for you, oh blog.

Tragic, really. I can only generate so many witticisms in a day and they are no longer concentrated into this, the form which (over seventeen years and a half of internettery) I like best.

Yes, it's true. If you were born the first time I used the internet you'd be a legal adult in six months.

Starting with usenet newsgroups, then moving to different newsgroups, then getting bored of the whole thing for some years and coming back for Napster and email, then message boards, then livejournal, then FB and Twitter... of the whole thing, I think I enjoyed that short period when we were all on livejournal best. Facebook is just too transitory (and controlled) for me. I like to have a history to look back on. And I don't like the creepy games that FB plays. I do suspect they are some weird CIA mind control experiment sometimes, I just don't think it matters and I really don't care. Even though I'm not making the rules I still like to play the game.

I also don't like having my blog (essentially) spread in five different places (FB and Twitter alerts for a Deviantart post that I posted on DW which reposts to LJ). That is too complicated and weird. I don't actually like it. Especially since the biggest two of those are entirely transitory and all comments are lost...beh. I really like the comments. They're the best part.

Is this what it has come to? Am I alienated from my own usernames now? Wow, modern life, you are thorough.

So...I know you're looking at page three of Busta/Lovecraft here but I promise you half the thing is inked and it's nearly all pencilled, so we're looking around for next projects.

Next is obviously Cloudhopper 3. That will resume immediately after Busta/Lovecraft is done.

Gewel and I will do a story about ponies that will probably be so lushly illustrated and beautiful that it will take a year or two to do. It takes place on a hill in Texas well before the dawn of Man. So we can go nuts drawing every leaf on a live oak tree and just make everything as beautiful as it has a right to be. There is also talk about a story about an arsonist elephant named Raisin but we'll see.

After thorough consultation with IRL experts and the internet I have decided to do a story set in this spaceship that I am building in my backyard. More on that as I take pictures of the set. It will probably be the French Revolution in Space. Because I want to tell the story of the French Revolution, and let's face it, the Fall of the Bastille is the best part of the Revolution, and A Tale of Two Cities is the best book written about it. But I don't want to tell the story of the Revolution from the point of view of Paris. I'd rather tell how it affected Dijon. And the Bastille, let's face it, is played.

But if I move it to OUTER SPACE it's not played! So I can basically rough-draft my French Revolution ideas on a spaceship I build in my backyard and then do my Revolution comic for real somedays-or-another.

Litsa and I had a cool idea for an art show today, and Greg (the owner of the Hideout) seemed charmed by it (though slightly skeptical it would happen) so that's the next thing. I don't understand how to explain it. I mean, I understand the show, but I don't understand how to explain it. So Litsa will write up the thing for the Chronicle this week and I will just repost it, how's that. The show is called "Heads or Telephone" and it has the potential to be tremendously entertaining. The Sequentulär show was, for all the incidents and accidents, fun as hell.

and next week is, of course, page four of Busta/Lovecraft, which I cannot wait to show you. This, my friends, is the finest cartooning I have ever had the pleasure to be associated with. Feast thine eyes upon the lack of photoshop trickery; these pages are real.

And, of course, for sale.