- How not to kill a cyclist
- Lea Hernandez kicked off a Kickstarter for a new graphic novel called Pandora Orange, Fail Vampire, which you should check out.
Akimbo on depression
Via Lea Hernandez, the perfect comic about being stupid about depression.
There’s an expression for that
Least I Could Do: Beginnings. The expression of the father in panel 3 totally captures everything going through his head. Excellent work.
It was famous comic people night in Anne’s head
I had a beautifully long post here about a very strange dream I had.
I met comic author Lea Hernandez and her son at the supermarket, and they helped me find the right yarn for the project I want to knit (it was in the refrigerated section between the Coca Cola and the milk), and we all got free cookies that Fox picked out because i won a contest at the supermarket.
Then I went to a party with my friend Steen and her daughter at a ski lodge, where some of the guests from another party, including Neil Gaiman, thought our party was cooler so they joined us. (Neil had planned to hang out with Scott McCloud and Amanda Palmer, but Scott was sick and Amanda was in New Zealand. Scott, if you’re reading this, get well soon! Amanda, I don’t know if you’re really in New Zealand right now, but it sounds awesome.)
Then we all went back to my house (which wasn’t my house – it was located where my parents house is, but it was my friend Camille’s parents’ mountain cabin from that trip we took 20 years ago) but we got lost on the way. This happens so often in my dreams that it didn’t even stress me out (this time). Friends shouldn’t let friends dream and drive. But if you have to dream and drive, it helps to invest in a good dream-based GPS, which apparently I had with me, in the purse I carried in high school.
Once at my house, we figured out who would be sleeping where (Steen and her kid got the big bed because there was a Tinkerbell decal with “Christine” over the bed, and Neil Gaiman was totally OK with taking one of the two twin air mattresses on the floor. My brother took the other one.) and we got down to the task of partying, which consisted of some people jamming on the guitar, others talking about writing, and still others playing Killer Bunnies.
The reason I wrote this beautifully long post was because as I wrote it, I realized that a whole bunch of situations that would have totally stressed me out when awake (like, how do you ask an autistic kid to help you at the supermarket? Is it rude to just assume he could and would help? And how do you say “Just pull up a chair,” to Neil. Fucking. Gaiman? And is it really OK to give the only guest bed to the person with the kid when you have people with bad backs and people who get cold easily and famous people in the house? And why do all my dream parties look like high school theater cast parties?) totally failed to stress me out at all.
In fact, I woke up because in the dream I was starting to stress out about what I looked like and suddenly had the need to put makeup on (which, by the way, I screwed up. I painted lip gloss on my eyeball, trying to use the lip gloss as eye shadow) and guests started asking me questions like “Do you really think Neil Gaiman wants to be at YOUR party?” and I realized I must be dreaming because I hadn’t been stressed out about this stuff the whole night and it was stupid to put on makeup just because someone famous I wanted to be friends with was at my party.
It turns out I am a much better person when my left brain is asleep, because my right brain doesn’t care if people might be offended or might think I’m a no-talent hack or stupid or ugly or I haven’t updated my comic in months. My right brain says, “say hi, be polite, and you might get something awesome.”
My left brain tries to put green lip gloss on my eyeball to make me look pretty for my guests, all the while telling me I can’t possibly look pretty enough for them to like me. Like whether I look nice was going to matter to Lea Hernandez and her son.
And then I had to exit the post for a split second because of an incoming text message, and WordPress ate the entire goddamned beautiful post.
I lost easily a half hour of writing, nuance, and description on a dream that it now rapidly fading from my mind as it’s replaced by grouchy dog whining.
So goodbye beautiful post and beautiful dream, good morning world, and fuck you WordPress app. I’m going to go feed the dogs.
XKCD today: when exactly will this be implemented?
Comics that teach, and other interesting items
- An interesting view of why this author won’t be seeing The Last Airbender that makes me think maybe I won’t either.
- The facts in the case of Andrew Wakefield, which tells the story of how some folks came to believe that autism is caused by vaccinations.
- This picture cracks me up. (Pic is SFW but the rest of the site – including the ads – might not be. You’re warned.)
- Three Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal comics worth reading:
- This is some wild and crazy art by Boris Artzybasheff, which I thought was really cool
OK, that’s good for now.
Lots o links to amaze and amuse
- What happens when children build their own three-story playgrounds? Nothing of note, which explains why we all survived this long.
- An update to this post, here are more crazy poodles, courtesy of Fark, of course. (Slideshow.)
- Just in time for me to go to England, here’s an slideshow on packing 10 days worth of clothing in a carry-on. Not that I’ll just take a carry-on, but tight packing comes in handy.
- Privates is a PC video game that takes place, um, in a person’s privates. Bonus: it’s a shoot ’em up.
- Eight websites you need to stop building
- How to put Facebook on a privacy lockdown because if you don’t, you’ll eventually wish you had.
That’s enough to keep you busy for now.