Since Paul and I are gone so much during the holiday season, and neither of us are at home for the actual holiday, I feel guilty about killing a whole tree for Christmas decoration. Fake trees are just… not right. So this year we decided to go a more sustainable route and bought a wreath from a local charity. It really spruces up the living room. (Get it? Spruce? I kill me.)
If you look real close, you can see the Catbus and TIE fighter ornaments. Because we are gigantic nerds.
Your books got me through so much. You were one of the most influential writers in my life, right up there with Vonnegut and Bradbury and Dahl. I was obsessive about your writing: I didn’t care if your characters changed names between books or your dragons gained or lost ears, and I was way too young to understand the creepy way that F’lar treated Lessa or know that a tent peg can’t turn anyone gay. I only knew that I had three of my own imaginary fire lizards and an imaginary green dragon that I rode to fight thread just like Mirrim. I wanted to sing crystal and take a ride in Helva, to have psychic powers, to leave behind my claustrophobic home planet and live with dinosaurs or giant cat people. I owned all the spinoff books. I took painting lessons with Robin Wood, and stole jealous looks at her originals of Moreta and Leri, with their gorgeous sparkling jewel-toned oils.
You wrote me back. I was thirteen, and wrote to you with the earnest heart of a lost middleschooler, and that same heart nearly exploded when I got your handwritten postcard in my rural mailbox, five thousand miles away from Dragonhold-Underhill in County Wicklow. I vowed that I would always write my own fans back, if I ever got them, and I’ve tried, as best I could. You made me want to be a writer more than any other author.
Thank you, Anne, for everything. Especially Menolly.
Who tries, does.
Who wills, can.
Who loves, lives.
So I kinda went berserk for Hallowe’en this year. It was a lot of fun. I got to live out a lifelong dream and go as Éowyn, Shieldmaiden of Rohan.
I took these photos this Saturday at the Nature center:
Today, at the company Halloween party (yes, I wore 25 pounds of real steel chainmail, along with a mix of real leather, pleather, and cardboard armor for a full twelve hours at the office) I killed the Witch King. There was a soundtrack. And a smoke machine. I love my job.
And then me and the Witch King made up over drinks.
And then I went out and found something I’d always been searching for:
And that’s the end of the Napoleon scene. These pages were some real fun to draw! I also went back and added a few more notes to the earlier pages, so if you were confused by some of the banter between Napoleon and Maelzel, those might help clear it up a bit. There’ve also been recent updates to the cast and Historical Reference pages.
Signal Boost of the Week goes to my old college buddy Mike Zawacki, whose new movie The Wars of Other Men is really starting to gain speed prior to its release. Last week they released a trailer to critical praisearound the web. Mike’s been working on this movie for years now, pulling shoots together with no budget and an all-volunteer cast and crew — and the results are nothing short of amazing. They’re finishing up the last few special effects shots now, and if you want to follow the progress up until the release date, you can friend them on Facebook. I’m so excited about this movie I can hardly stand it.
Let me preface my next statement by saying that I know it will seem ridiculous to the casual reader, inflammatory to a good many fans, and downright specious to the expert of rhetoric, but for me watching Steve Whitmire’s Kermit is akin to watching someone imitate a mythic and longed-for mother—my mother—wearing a my-mother costume in a my-mother dance routine. This person’s heart is in the right place, which only makes it worse. “You should be happy,” the person pleads with me, “Look, Biddy! Your mother is not gone! She is still here.” Now, no one would ever do that. No one in her right mind would think it would work. A child knows his mother’s voice like he knows whether it’s water or air he’s breathing. One chokes you and one gives you life. Strangely, I feel the same about Kermit. Whitmire is an amazing performer—especially as the lovable dog Sprocket on “Fraggle Rock”—but, when he’s on screen as Kermit, I can feel my body reject it on a cellular level.
“Based on a crazy idea I have been nurturing since I began my new album nearly two years ago, it is the fruit of several months’ hard work by a dedicated all-star team of developers and writers, and it’s the prelude to my album ‘A Map of the Floating City,’ which will follow as the game reaches its climax,” Dolby said in an advance.
Concept-wise, this is a really cool idea from Thomas; have a game that people can play, meet other Dolby fans from around the Earth, learn about his previous music, and hear bits of his new music. It’s a little post-apocalyptic, a little steampunk, a little “Mad Max”, and 100% geek-tastic! As deep and complex as Thomas’ songs are, this game is exactly the same. And it’s a game that rewards you for being smart, inquisitive, and willing to solve problems and think ahead!
Now all of you! Go play the game! You get free stuff! And the prize for solving the game? Well, I can’t tell you what it is, but I know what it is, and what it is is AWESOME. So you should play, in hopes that you win it. And, you know, because Paul did all the artwork for it, which makes it even cooler than it would’ve been, otherwise.
Looking at the screenshots and teasers for Pixar’s upcoming movie Brave, it feels like Pixar phoned up my 6th-grade self and asked, “What would be all the awesomest things you could possibly think of to put in a movie?” I seriously cannot wait for this to hit theatres.
Okay, so a while back I posted about Pam Noles’ new Kickstarter project, and now she’s posted a video, so you can see her amazing storytelling abilities!
I know times are tough all around, but if you have a buck or two, please consider donating to Pam’s project. She’s an amazing writer and performer, and this show’s going to be AWESOME. And FORTY
Hey, that radio interview that Kyle Norris of WUOM recorded at Paul’s Green Brain Gallery Opening is on the radio! Go check out the link, there’s a lot of nice pictures of one of the best comics shops on the planet. Thanks again, Dan and Katie, for having us out. You guys are the best!
ETA: It’s gone National! Listen to your local NPR affiliate tomorrow morning to hear Paul talking comics!
The Fiery Studios sites are currently using MT 4.0. I need to upgrade for a number of reasons, and I’m debating between upgrading to MT 4.3 or ditching MT altogether and moving to WP 3.0.
What I want: Threaded Comments, OpenID logins, captcha, future posting.
MT 4.3 PROS: It’s an actual CMS, has threaded comments & OpenID. All my sites are on it now, so if I get the upgrade working, I don’t have to dink around with the folder structure.
MT 4.3 CONS: Future posting’s a pain to set up, I’ve never been able to get a Captcha plugin to work, and it runs on Perl, argh. Functional Plugins are scarce on the ground, and while 4.3 seems very stable, development’s halted on it entirely, and upgrading further will mean moving to 5.x, whose future is uncertain at best.
WP 3.0 PROS: It has threaded comments and future posting built in, runs on squeaky-clean PHP. Seems to have won the blogware wars handily, and is constantly being upgraded.
WP 3.0 CONS: Managing multiple sites requires a root install, meaning it doesn’t play nice with static index pages. Functional OpenID seems an impossibility, it’s not a real CMS, and its %^&*! page creation templates keep rewriting my code. I’ll have to rebuild all my site templates, import my MT entries, and let any links to my previous blog entries die on the vine.
It’s lousy either way, but does anyone have personal recommendations?
! Death 40-Feet Tall ! is a one-hour live storytelling show about two best friends, giant robots and the quest to become your own Prime. It’s a storytelling show, not a showcase, about one hour long and family friendly!
Pam Noles is a former cop reporter and graduate of the Clarion Writer’s Workshop. She lives and writes in Los Angeles.
Go Pam! I’m so proud of you for taking this to the next level. I
If you live in or around Los Angeles, or if you’re a fan of live storytelling (like The Moth), don’t hesitate to check this out! Pam’s an incredible writer, and I’m so looking forward to seeing this show.
So all of you guys know that Paul’s been doing a lot of design work lately for Thomas Dolby. But do you know how much design? A LOT. And now there’s more!
Another project I can finally talk about! Yesterday Thomas Dolby revealed “The Floating City”, an online game connected with his upcoming “A Map of the Floating City” album. I have been doing all the game graphics, and it’s going to be a very cool game when it launches. Here’s a peek at the design of the game. More information can be found here.
Seriously, if you haven’t yet, go check out ThomasDolby.com and see Paul’s handiwork. He designed both EPs, the intro screens for the Toadlickers game, the promo work, maps and icons used in the Floating City game, and even the website itself! He’s so amazing. Yay Paul!
I can’t speak to the experience of other women in the industry, but the final straw that caused me to quit going to Motor City Comicon was when Paul told me he sat across from a T-Shirt vendor selling a shirt with the tagline “SHE CALLED IT RAPE. I CALLED IT SURPRISE SEX!” for three days and no one from management said anything about it. Take from that what you will.
It’s been a nice last few weeks. Not much to report, just a lot of work going on behind the scenes on a few different projects I’ll be able to talk about soon. The next few months promise much more of the same, so unfortunately I probably won’t be posting all that much till springtime. But it’s all time well-spent, and I think once everybody sees what I’ve been up to, they’ll be happier with the results and not a bunch of inane blogging.
Still, I’ve had quite a bit of fun in with all the work. We finally got some snow — really good snow, and temperatures to hold it there — and I’ve been out skiing a half-dozen times. Friday I got to go out nightskiing with D. through Asylum Lake, the clouds overhead parting briefly to show a huge glowing Jupiter, then slamming shut again into a claustrophobic, low cover that reflected the city lights so brightly that we cast thin shadows. The weather’s in that perfect winter zone where you get fast easy skiing, the snow squeaking underfoot like beach sand, but not so cold that your face and ass freeze solid before you can get home.
A bunch of guys at work have started a Scoville Heat Units group. We made a field trip to a local shop with an amazing range of hot sauces, and each bought a bottle or two. Then we spent the next couple of lunch hours playing chicken with them. I’m still getting started climbing up the rungs of the heat ladder, but having fun doing so; I’m much fonder of the sauces that have good flavor in addition to heat, so my contributions were more to the fruity end of things, but everyone liked them, so it was all good. So far, so good — no unfortunate side effects — and I’ve even managed some of the mis-named“ghost pepper” sauce.
Paul’s show went really well. A whole lot of people showed up, and he’d already sold copies of the limited-edition prints by the end of the night. Kyle Norris from Michigan Public Radio came by and interviewed Paul, Dan and Katie, and then took a whole lot of audio and photographs for an upcoming NPR spot on the monthly Green Brain Comics Jam. She said there’s even a chance the spot might go national when it runs. Exciting!
Paul and I also joined a couple of friends for an awesome night of cheesemaking yesterday, in preparation for a party next weekend. We made a big loaf of queso blanco, several beautiful lumps of beautiful mozzerella, and some lovely ricotta, which we selfishly savored while it was still warm, garnished with honey and black pepper. No ricotta for anyone else! Just us! Oh so good, and so nice to see S & A, both of whom we get to visit far too rarely.