squawkyelo (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} squawkyelo) wrote,@ 2007-01-24 10:29:00 |
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Our lives are pretty weird. Sorry about the ultra-long post!
So Scott McCloud and family came rolling through Athens yesterday. Scott's wife was sick, so just Scott and his two daughters Sky and Winter came over and hung out, and then we all went to The Grit. They're on a year-long Tour of America, living in hotels and hanging out with cartoonists while Scott does lectures, and considering that they're halfway through already they're still getting along incredibly well. They're the cheerfullest most talkative family ever! It was an extremely easy evening for super-shy people like Drew and myself. Winter (who is about 8?) kept blowing my mind with her Nintendo DS, which is about 50 times more high-tec than anything I was aware kids have nowadays (In NintenDogs you can use a bubblewand where you blow bubbles by actually BLOWING ON THE SCREEN).
Sky and Winter also did a video Winterview interview with us, so maybe that will be online someday and you can see me and Drew act like stodgy old morons. Hopefully they'll leave in the footage of Winter playing with the toy theater I made. In the course of her 30 second drama the Joey-looking character kidnapped two of the Winter Coat babies, fed them to the villain character, and then asked the villain to marry him. Then they 'Made Out'.
Scott is weirdly hip. Also he knows a ton about old radio dramas, so we spent a lot of time talking about The Goon Show and Firesign Theater. Plus, he says he privately plays a game where he tries to match up cartoonists with their musician equivalents (Craig Thompson and Sufjan Stevens, for example). He says I'm the Joanna Newsom of comics (except for the being a famous genius part, obviously). This is rad because I love Joanna Newsom, but also worrisome because she's almost unbearably affected, and only manages to be good because it's obvious that she's insane.
Anyway, when I read Understanding Comics thirteen years ago I probably never would have guessed that someday the author's family would be hanging out at my house and his teenage daughter would accidently make our toilet overflow and our bathroom would be filling up with water while I desperately misused our plunger. Life is pretty strange.
Last night I also did my shift at the Co-Op. My worst nightmare came true and Lisa the aerobics instructor showed up (buying a $4 bottle of tea of whatever) with that 'why-don't-you-come-to-my-class-anymore'
Now, Sarah Vowell's voice is weird. She's on This American Life a lot, and she played Violet in The Incredibles. I've never been a big fan of my voice, but this was a giant shock for me. I kind of think of myself as a nervously-mannish dyke-y girl, and this Joanna Newsom/Sara Vowell stuff is dorkiness that's coming from an entirely different direction- far more mousy and twee. I guess I'm going to have to re-evaluate my self-image.
Excitingly for me, Drew and I have been working on a kids comic together! I've been worrying a lot about money, as our savings dwindle and I kick myself for every crappy job I've turned down and the prospect of any magical contracts suddenly appearing seems less and less realistic. I will probably just have to go out and get a job soon, which I figured was probably going to happen eventually. But, in the meantime, Drew and I are going to try and pitch this strip around to see if we can make any cash off it. Working with Drew is the raddist. We both did a bunch of sketches of the heroine until we came up with something that is a complete amalgam of our styles (with some Joann Sfar thrown in because we're both kind of obsessed with him). The premise is pretty fun, too. I'll post up pictures sometime!
I should have been posting up more because I'm leaving out some other fun stuff, like everyone being super nice and coming over for my birthday party, which includes cute baby anecdotes, and going to another life drawing session where the old-man-model handed out business cards that said '"Barefoot" Bill Pacer' on them and told us, "I don't mind photography." And the beer from ancient shipwreaked yeasts we drank that tasted like acid throw-up mixed with shoe leather and cough medicine. Oh well. Maybe another day.
So Scott McCloud and family came rolling through Athens yesterday. Scott's wife was sick, so just Scott and his two daughters Sky and Winter came over and hung out, and then we all went to The Grit. They're on a year-long Tour of America, living in hotels and hanging out with cartoonists while Scott does lectures, and considering that they're halfway through already they're still getting along incredibly well. They're the cheerfullest most talkative family ever! It was an extremely easy evening for super-shy people like Drew and myself. Winter (who is about 8?) kept blowing my mind with her Nintendo DS, which is about 50 times more high-tec than anything I was aware kids have nowadays (In NintenDogs you can use a bubblewand where you blow bubbles by actually BLOWING ON THE SCREEN).
Sky and Winter also did a video Winterview interview with us, so maybe that will be online someday and you can see me and Drew act like stodgy old morons. Hopefully they'll leave in the footage of Winter playing with the toy theater I made. In the course of her 30 second drama the Joey-looking character kidnapped two of the Winter Coat babies, fed them to the villain character, and then asked the villain to marry him. Then they 'Made Out'.
Scott is weirdly hip. Also he knows a ton about old radio dramas, so we spent a lot of time talking about The Goon Show and Firesign Theater. Plus, he says he privately plays a game where he tries to match up cartoonists with their musician equivalents (Craig Thompson and Sufjan Stevens, for example). He says I'm the Joanna Newsom of comics (except for the being a famous genius part, obviously). This is rad because I love Joanna Newsom, but also worrisome because she's almost unbearably affected, and only manages to be good because it's obvious that she's insane.
Anyway, when I read Understanding Comics thirteen years ago I probably never would have guessed that someday the author's family would be hanging out at my house and his teenage daughter would accidently make our toilet overflow and our bathroom would be filling up with water while I desperately misused our plunger. Life is pretty strange.
Last night I also did my shift at the Co-Op. My worst nightmare came true and Lisa the aerobics instructor showed up (buying a $4 bottle of tea of whatever) with that 'why-don't-you-come-to-my-class-anymore'
Now, Sarah Vowell's voice is weird. She's on This American Life a lot, and she played Violet in The Incredibles. I've never been a big fan of my voice, but this was a giant shock for me. I kind of think of myself as a nervously-mannish dyke-y girl, and this Joanna Newsom/Sara Vowell stuff is dorkiness that's coming from an entirely different direction- far more mousy and twee. I guess I'm going to have to re-evaluate my self-image.
Excitingly for me, Drew and I have been working on a kids comic together! I've been worrying a lot about money, as our savings dwindle and I kick myself for every crappy job I've turned down and the prospect of any magical contracts suddenly appearing seems less and less realistic. I will probably just have to go out and get a job soon, which I figured was probably going to happen eventually. But, in the meantime, Drew and I are going to try and pitch this strip around to see if we can make any cash off it. Working with Drew is the raddist. We both did a bunch of sketches of the heroine until we came up with something that is a complete amalgam of our styles (with some Joann Sfar thrown in because we're both kind of obsessed with him). The premise is pretty fun, too. I'll post up pictures sometime!
I should have been posting up more because I'm leaving out some other fun stuff, like everyone being super nice and coming over for my birthday party, which includes cute baby anecdotes, and going to another life drawing session where the old-man-model handed out business cards that said '"Barefoot" Bill Pacer' on them and told us, "I don't mind photography." And the beer from ancient shipwreaked yeasts we drank that tasted like acid throw-up mixed with shoe leather and cough medicine. Oh well. Maybe another day.
