Ramblings from the Desert

The man who trades freedom for security does not deserve nor will he ever receive either. ~Benjamin Franklin

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Author of the urban fantasy novel, The Music of Chaos, and the paranormal romance, The Canvas Thief.

Thursday, July 28, 2005

Because...When I Grow Up

I want to be a graphic novelist...

Becoming a Cartoonist to Get Rich Is Like Becoming an Actuary to Get Blown.
I 'spose this applies to just about everything in the arts. Much funniness within:

1. Cartooning offers great rewards, but few of them can be exchanged for goods or services.
People often think that the life of a syndicated cartoonist is nothing but non-stop glamour, pimped-out rides and homes so big that if you peer down the main hallway you can actually spot your own back. For some inexplicable reason they think that we don't let out a high-pitched scream when our bills arrive. That when confronted with a $60 parking ticket our initial thought isn't "Leave your old life behind." That winning Lotto isn't our "Plan A." That when guests come over we don't have to apologize for the gaps in the floor.

Or the six-inch centipedes in the bathroom.

Regarding humour...

4. Wacky equals funny like fish equals tree bark.
Never second-guess what makes you laugh. So many cartoonists have turned their backs on what they find funny to produce work that will play to what they perceive as "the masses." Truth is, no matter what the media says, there are no "masses" in America. There is no "middle of the road" or "majority viewpoint." There are just 300 million people who at any given point can't understand for the life of them what the other person finds so fucking funny.

And Stoopid...

Sometimes, courtesy of prevalent media voices, it seems as if our entire country posses all the elegance and sapience of the proud owner of a "Calvin peeing" decal. How else can one explain Alan Jackson's 9/11 tribute song "Where Were You (When the World Stopped Turning)" becoming the nation's anthem of that fateful day despite the fact that it includes the wholly idiotic line "I'm not sure I can tell you the difference in Iraq and Iran." (It's easy, Alan. Iraq, Arabs. Iran, Persians. Open up a fucking history book.)


Via Stephanie Shaver. I have no idea who she is, but...she's always writing, writing, getting work done.

Wandering off for Ramen noodle breakfast. To be followed by slice of bread with peanut butter for lunch. And logging off to get--some--work--done.

Pat K.


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