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Dusty In Here

Annnnd fade to streetscape, with a sentient Irish/Meixcan cactus sauntering along. Thoughts ahead that may constitute spoilers.

A little pensive, a little hopeful, a little wrapped up but with enough story hooks to hang further adventures on, Girls With Slingshots concludes today with mysteries (What is Maureen & Jameson’s daughter’s name? Is cactus-whispering genetic?) and resolutions (Hazel and Zach aren’t sure what they are, but they aren’t those exes) and the sort of wistful earnestness that has marked Danielle Corsetto’s work through more than ten years and 2000 strips. The past year has been a gradual wind-down, as all the major characters got their versions of happy endings, so it’s appropriate that we end up with Hazel — unsure of where her life was going for so long — finally has a plan.

It’s been a story about growing up, finding yourself (and finding others to share yourself with … and Darren has never lacked for all the companionship he wanted, so he’s good), taking responsibilities, keeping the best parts of yourself and learning to improve on (or live with) the rest.

And the journey hasn’t reached a total end — Corsetto will be rerunning the strip with commentary, and added color to the early B&W strips. It’s also worth noting that Hazel is a holdover from Corsetto’s school-era strip, Hazelnuts (sadly, I can find no live link to that work, but here’s her college-era strip, Ramblers), and Hazel Tellington has relatives over at All New Issues and ties to both Something*Positive and the mostly-defunct Walkyverse; we’ll see her somewhere else, sometime or other.

Thanks for letting us share the journey, Danielle; we know that there’s more to come and can’t wait to see it.


Spam of the day:

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a) Please resubmit your spam using metric units; b) Dude, have you seen me? Weight loss is not an enticement, it’s a threat.

Plowing Ahead With The Planned Topic For Today, Despite More Prominent News

It’s shameful to admit it, but I never read any Terry Pratchett. I know, I know — I’m a terrible nerd, but I’m afraid I have nothing to say on the man and his work¹ that would be meaningful in any way.

San Diego Comic Con remains — for good or ill — the premiere big show in the country. Much has been written about how each year it becomes less friendly to the average fan (as opposed to members of industry talking to other members of industry) and/or less focused on comics. Many creators will talk about the challenges they endure trying to keep SDCC as a profit center rather than an expense. If you’re there on somebody else’s expense account or primarily interested in networking/socializing it remains much as it ever was, but for the small creator or average attendee, the sheer size and scope (one might say success) of San Diego make it trickier to cope with each year.

And yesterday it got a little trickier. Assuming you got ticketed (passes all but sell out a year in advance) and find accommodation (the hotel lottery system remains Byzantine and fraught with hopes and dashed hopes), you could at least pre-purchase parking to assure that you wouldn’t be hoofing across half of San Diego to get to the convention center. Could, that is, until, oh, now-ish:

This year, according to Ace [Parking] to “provide the best experience possible and take the pain and pressure out of the process”, they’re moving to a lottery based system.

In order to be register, all you need to do is send an e-mail to cci2015@aceparking.com (one entry per e-mail address) between now and April 12. After that, a random drawing will be done to select the winners, who will then be e-mailed by April 15 with “details on how to purchase your permit at the location you were drawn for”. If you are chosen, you are guaranteed a spot. If you are chosen and choose not to purchase a permit, it will be forfeited.

Got that? If you were planning on pre-purchasing parking, you have to get your email out and hope you get the chance to buy at a facility that will be chosen for you, meaning that you may not get one that bears any relation to your hotel’s location or other physical needs. Lower-demand lots will now become more competitive, and I foresee an active after-market in trades (Hilton Garage here! I’ll trade for Horton Plaza!) unless Ace has contrived a way to disallow that. It’s not that parking (or even convenient parking) is a right for convention-goers, but it becomes one more item that’s left up to chance, meaning that it’s difficult to plan an end-to-end travel experience.

Speaking of which, I asked this on Twitter but now I’m asking here — did anybody in the comics press that’s required to submit for re-verification this year — you have to requalify for SDCC press badges every other year — get a response yet? I sent in my materials well in advance of the 12 December 2014 deadline (and have an automated reply from the same day), and was told to expect a response in six weeks. Following the directions, I sent a followup email to the address provided asking if I’d gotten in or not at the end of January, and again at the end of February. Each time I’ve gotten a duplicate of the original acknowledgement email (from November!) and still have no clue if I’ll be allowed past the doors.

It’s basically impossible to plan out flights or hotel, and I have no idea if I’ll be attending this year or not. I’ve been credentialed every year since 2006 and would hate to break the streak, but the decision appears to not be mine. Since nobody’s answering the press registration email, I figure asking in public like this can’t make things any worse.


Notspam of the day:

brb, gonna see if walmart.hiphop has been claimed yet …

This comment was too good to not share, and I sincerely hope that every single idiotic TLD has somebody willing to pony up (ha ha — horses, amiright?) twenty bucks to register a Walmart name and cause them a little annoyance. walmart.bar! walmart.ninja! walmart.church! walmart.dating! walmart.sexy! walmart.webcam! And please, please, please: walmart.moe!

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¹ His solo work, I should say; based on Good Omens, I suspect I’ll like Pratchett’s writing very much.

Drumming Up Awareness

The gamification of the Exploding Kittens Kickstarter campaign continues; if you thought that just because the actual campaign ended two and a half weeks ago that Lee, Inman, and Small would stop telling the world about it, well, you’ve underestimated their desire to create an ongoing narrative.

See, there are elements of Exploding Kittens that are backer-specific (like the surprise in the box or the NSFW deck), but the game will be available in some form or another after backers have received their rewards — apparently in perpetuity, what with the game blowing up to be bigger than Jesus and all. So to keep interest at a high level, the EK team have decided to make early copies available to interested play-testers; presumably, the feedback will be used to tweak the game prior to release. You can be one of these playtesters, or Kitten Consul as they phrase it:

Create a YouTube video explaining why we should choose you to be a #KittenConsul for Playtest Deck #3. Tweet a link to your video to @gameofkittens with the hashtag #KittenConsul.

We’ll accept the top YouTube videos evaluated by YouTube likes. (Dislikes will be ignored, let’s share the love)
We’ll also pick a bunch ourselves that tickle our fancy.

Your tweet and video title must both contain “#KittenConsul.”
Video must be 60 seconds OR LESS, and it must be on YouTube.
Your playtest party event must occur between April 3rd and April 19th.
Video AND video description must include the location, date, and duration of your playtest party.
Your kitten consulate location must be open to the public. (No private residences please!)
Likes will be tallied March 24th 11:59PM EST.
We reserve the right to refuse applicants as we see fit.
No purchase necessary.

That all went up yesterday afternoon. As I write this, there are a few dozen tweets mentioning the hashtag, although in some cases multiple tweets reference the same video. Over at YouTube, there are bit more than two pages of matches for kittenconsul, with about two dozen of them being probably relevant videos. It’s looking like the 60 second maximum duration was a smart idea, as team Kitten will have a substantial number of these things to sort through on the 24th¹.

Is this all just a case of preaching to the converted? Sure, everybody that’s heard about the contest is probably already in the Exploding Kittens Kult, but if this thing has legs (and it likely will), a fair number of those videos will remain on YouTube for years to come. The name of the game is Exploding Kittens for glob’s sake — somebody is going to be putting actual cats into their entry, which means there’s a nonzero chance that at least one of them goes some degree of viral and hooks in people that don’t know about the game. Yes, yes, the game went huge, but you know what’s bigger than the number of people that pledged for Exploding Kittens? People that didn’t and might become later customers.

You know what’s bigger than those future customers by orders of magnitude? People that have never even heard of the damn thing. Your friend that only reads two websites and avoids all comments. Your aunt that sends you Facebook posts that make you wish you could force Snopes into her brain by wishing. The people who have jobs and school and fewer devices and don’t get to screw around in close proximity to the internet all day. Astronauts aboard the ISS, sailors at sea, military personnel on deployment, and the ever-popular Florida Man, just back from six weeks in county lockup. The people that don’t know about a thing will always outnumber those that do (no matter how popular it is in your experience), and Lee, Inman, and Small are going to reach as many of them as humanly or kittenly possible.


Spam of the day:

So if you wish you have a wonderful dinner some evening or you have a special event to celebrate, try Gary Danko Restaurant.

I find it utterly hilarious that this text was part of a spam that was shilling for Olive Garden. Maybe they were hoping that some reflection from Danko’s Michelin stars would stick to their sad, bland, revolting (yet cheap) food-like substances? Yeesh.

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¹ I know, you don’t have to watch a video to count up how many likes it’s gotten — but you do if you want to declare additional winners that tickle your fancy.

Does Toronto Have A Song I Can Reference?

I mean, I was going to title this We Stand On Guard, but that would refer to all of our Great Northern Neighbor, not just their premiere city. Anyway, stuff about Toronto coming up. The Toronto Comics Art Festival — TCAF, for those in the know — is coming up in about eight weeks time and I will continue my unfortunate streak of missing one of the great shows. This year it’s because I have a niece getting married the same weekend, and comics be damned, I love her more. But if you’re going, you can see some neat stuff.

  • On the official end of things, TCAF showrunner Chris Butcher recently announced a new partnership for TCAF that sounds intriguing:

    The Toronto Comic Arts Festival is proud to announce a brand new partnership with the Lakes International Comic Arts Festival (LICAF)! They are bringing a who’s-who group of the UK’s finest cartoonists to TCAF 2015, including Featured Guest Hunt Emerson!

    While TCAF has gone all over the world to promote and proselytize to folks about the amazing work being done by Canadian cartoonists (at events like the Kaigai Manga Festa in Japan, or the Angoulême Festival in France), this is the first time we are engaging in an honest-to-goodness cultural exchange. This year, LICAF are bringing seven fantastic cartoonists from the United Kingdom, with TCAF bringing our own cavalcade of Canadian creators to LICAF in October!

    TCAF have been instrumental in setting the pattern of public space-based, free, comics festivals, to the point that the CAF suffix tells you you’re looking at a show that’s probably worth your time¹. To see a formal partnership (possibly the first of many) just reinforces the value of TCAF and the likelihood of more good, local shows around the world. Well done Mr Butcher and the organizers of LICAF.

  • While you’re at TCAF, you might pick up a copy of an anthology where the unifying theme — you might even say the central character — is the city of Toronto itself. The first Toronto Comics Anthology released last year, with a dozen stories about the city from some reasonably unheralded creators (the only one that I recognized was Christopher Bird of Al’Rashad, who wrote five pieces, some of which can be seen here and here). The new volume will launch at TCAF, with twenty new stories; several titles have already caught my eye, including Welcome to Turdberg and The Toronto Patty Wars of 1985. If you’re going to TCAF, pick it up and tell me if I’m misplaced in my interest (I’m not).
  • Via Heidi Mac at The Beat, news of this year’s Cartoonist Studio Prize nominees, presented by Slate and The Center for Cartoon Studies. As noted in prior years (this is the third), the CSP is unique in that it’s got two categories — one for graphic novels, one for webcomics — and that’s all. Winners in each category get US$1000, and there’s an intriguing blend of familiar and new works on both sides of the aisle.

    Part of what I like best about the shortlist is the variety of work on the webcomics side; there’s everything from the weekly Oh Joy, Sex Toy to investigative cartooning to shortform personal experience to the obligatory Emily Carroll. Special congrats to Jillian Tamaki for being nominated in both categories for This One Summer and SuperMutant Magic Academy. Winners will be announced on 6 April.

  • Man, I went and had dinner with Brad Guigar last night and I didn’t notice that he’d been recently bounced from the Daily Grind Iron Man Challenge, now going on for ten freakin’ years? I suck. Also, apropos of nothing, that author’s pic of Guigar on the DGIC page is terrible. He’s much more handsome than that, as anybody who actually tore their eyes away from the photo up top can attest. Somebody get on that².

Spam of the day:
Seu fotógrafo privado irá acompanhá-lo em sua próxima turnê.
Yeah, no. This is one of those deals where the “private photographer” ends up selling everything to one of those revenge porn sites. I ain’t falling for that again.

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¹ For now at least; if it becomes as widespread and genericized as “Comic[-]Con”, it may not mean much.

² Get on supplying a new pic to the Daily Grind thing, not get on Brad. Jeez, people, get your minds out of the gutter.

I’m Not The Only One That Thinks All The New TLDs Are Stupid, Right?

So here’s the deal: some time ago, the various geniuses that run the internet decided that what the world really needed wasn’t more security built into the various protocols by which information is exchanged and we live our lives; instead, the solution to a less-than-perfect internet would be new top level domains. TLDs are the last part of an internet address: your .com, .edu, .org, and various country-specific codes; they’ve been joined by such nonsensical items as .accountants, .blackfriday, .cool, .ninja, .red, and .vodka.

Important note: existing domain holders who might not want to have somebody snag a domain with their name on it were given time to call dibs on variations, either because they wanted it or to defensively keep it from others (say, McDonald’s not wanting somebody else to own McDonalds.fail). Keep that in mind — if you wanted a new TLD, you could get it before it went on general sale, and since it was mostly major corporations that really care about such things, they can afford to proactively snag TLD registrations.

This is the story about what’s happening with walmart.horse.

If you watch the twitter machines carefully, you may have noticed one or more webcomics types from the *hampton area of Massachusetts having a conversation about how stupid websites sound with the .horse TLD appended. The jokes went back and forth, and I thought that was it. I made the cardinal mistake of not remembering that a webcomicker that wants a stupid domain will spend the very small amount of money to register it — I know people that have dozens of domain names, pushing a hundred in some cases, most of which sit idle or redirect to other sites they own. So maybe it was inevitable that Jeph Jacques went and registered walmart.horse as a prank.

Walmart, the hyperlarge corporation that owns everything (up to and including your ass) is not noted as having a sense of humor. I’ve had some personal interactions with them that have led me to resolve to never deal with them in any fashion ever again, and I have witnessed first hand their incessant dicking-over of their own employees in the pursuit of ever larger profits. They suck. They also have no appreciation of concepts like prank, joke that nobody would have ever noticed, or Streisand Effect, and have sent Jacques a C&D:

Your use of a Domain Name that incorporates the famous Walmart mark constitutes trademark infringement and dilution of Walmart’s trademark rights and unfair competition. Your use of our mark in the Domain Name is diluting use because it weakens the ability of the Walmart mark and domain name to identify a single source, namely Walmart. Further, your registration and use of the Domain Name misleads consumers into believing that some association exists between Walmart and you, which tarnishes the goodwill and reputation of Walmart’s products, services, and trademarks.

That sounds you hear is either a hundred jokers running out to register a bunch more walmart.whatever domains, or Walmart having to expend the time and effort to do so themselves, not to mention the time and effort to do the whole lawyer thing at Jacques. In any event, they are spending far more time and effort¹ than would ever have been spent to deal with the aftermath of the never going to happen confusion that Jacques would have never, ever caused. Good job, enormous corporation! You haven’t yet escalated to the shooting yourself in the dick stage of mishandling a non-issue on the internet, but the day is still young.

For his part, Jacques looks to be at least running out the two weeks that Walmart’s lawyers gave him to give into their demands — in an email to tech newsletter Ars Technica, he said:

[I]t’s a piece of postmodern Dadaism—nonsense-art using found objects, in this case publicly available images and the name of an megacorporation. Its purpose is to provoke exactly the kind of response it has received, and in doing so to parody the Walmart corporation and its actions. Claiming that walmart.horse defames the Walmart brand somehow is the highest possible satire, and the fact that this accusation came from Walmart itself is a most delicious piece of irony.

And in reply to the Walmart legal team, copied at his Tumblr:

I would argue that Walmart.horse is an obvious parody and therefore falls under fair use. Publicly available images of a horse, a Walmart store, and comical music make it clear that the site is meant to be a joke. I would be happy to provide a disclaimer on the website explicitly stating this. If you have any requests for other animals you would like to see added to the image on the website, I would happily comply!

Let’s be clear — if Walmart decides it really wants its way, there is absolutely no chance for Jacques to prevail². They can keep him tied up in proceedings from now until the sun goes cold. Jacques is too smart to let this be the hill he dies on if they want that fight; but they gave him two weeks, and I expect that they will be highly amusing. Plus, the record of the dispute is out there now, and there ain’t jack that Walmart can do to argue that people reporting on their fight with Jacques is infringing, so the story will exist for as long as we remember it.

Awesome.


Spam of the day:

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Nice try, spammers! My elderly loved ones are going to the crooked home I saw on 60 Minutes!

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¹ The usual inclusion of money doesn’t apply here, seeing as how Walmart has more money than God.

² Compare, for example, to the Lucasfilm C&D sent to Rich Stevens or similar by Jeff Rowland for his Internet Ouija board, which — oh, look — is back in production with a Dickbutt intead of an O RLY owl. Although I notice now it also features a Gene Wilder as evil smiling Willy Wonka in place of ceiling cat, so whoever owns Willy Wonka might object now.

Yep, She Remembered

Yay for sisters!

Pardon me, I appear to have something in my eye.

  • Is it a good day to see what’s happening at the intersection of comics and booze? Always! Kristen Siebecker (certified sommelier and originating showrunner of MoCCA Fest) has a curated food & wine tasting in the Village on 23 March, a new video channel, and a podcast exploring wine from A to Z. Pay attention to her and you’ll drink better.
  • Speaking of MoCCA, it’s run by the Society of Illustrators, who would like you to know that they are teaming up with SPX to put together a museum retrospective of alt-weekly comics, running now through 2 May at the SoI building. From Jules Feiffer to Lynda Barry to Matt Groening to Alison Bechdel (along with latter-day alt-weekly comics creators like Ellen Forney, Keith Knight, Jen Sorensen, and more), the exhibit kicks off with a reception tonight, at 6:00pm, at 128th East between Lexington and Park. They’re suggesting a US$15 donation at the door, but these deals usually include snacks and drinks, so that’s all right.
  • Speaking of collaborations (again) and New York (again), you might recall that Brooklyn webcomickers Meredith Gran and Mike Holmes announced their engagement at the start of the year. Some of you may also recall that weddings can be stupid expensive, so like all artists faced with expenses, Mer and Mike are putting stuff on sale — from Bravest Warriors and Marceline and Octopus Pie pages at ridiculously low prices to limited commissions by Holmes, now’s the chance to get some nifty art and help two of the best people ever join themselves together with a kick-ass party.
  • I love technology. For those wondering where the printed copies of Evan Dahm’s Oz adaptation are, they’re on a boat. This boat, which you can track in real time. It appears to be (as of this writing) passing Crete at 18 knots, heading to the Straits of Gibraltar and thence across the Atlantic to New York. Which means two bits of good fortune:
    1. It didn’t head from China across the Pacific to the West Coast, straight into the remnants of a crippling dockworkers strike that would keep it backed up for weeks
    2. It made it past the pirate-infested waters of the Indian Ocean, such that the books will arrive on these shores instead of in some marauder’s den in Mogadishu

    Figure another week to ten days at sea, then clearing customs, then shipping — soon. Very, very soon.

  • It appears that much of the weather that affected such a wide swathe of the Eastern Time zone¹ did not — for once — hit Boston, and so PAX East is underway with transport hitches only occurring at origins, rather than preventing everybody from arriving in the host city. Watch out for yetis hidden in the massive piles of snow left over from the dozen major storms this season, and let’s hope a blizzard doesn’t descend between now and Monday.

    Oh, and as I’ve admonished the attendees of PAX East since I was there during the Boston colleges and universities norovirus outbreak of 2010, Wash yer damn hands unless you want to get the poop disease.


Spam of the day:

Going time for the furnishings shop in Gloucester example, you can furniture-for-sale-in-Gloucester and furniture-for-sale-in-Cheltenham pages, that can then help with a nearby looks for your products.

Are Gloucester and Cheltenham near Tackleford? The less than total amount of sense in that spam makes suspect proximity to a weirdness center.

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¹ Reminder: set your clocks ahead an hour tomorrow night.

All Citizens Are Urged To Stay Safe And Remain Calm

What, no, it’s nothing to do with the weather outside (where the snow is rapidly accumulating and I may or may not make it back to my hotel tonight). It’s to do with the gut-level clench of fear fighting against cautious optimism when John Allison goes from saying (in regard to his characters) as Bad Machinery wrapped up:

Think of this as a Doctor Who-style regeneration in progress. Your friends will be back.

to saying (in regard to his broader shared universe of Tackleford) as the Bobbins revival is close to concluding:

People sometimes ask me why there’s Bobbins, and Scary Go Round, and Bad Machinery, “when they’re all just the same thing.” The answer is, so that I can work out where the line is between these projects, so I don’t have to remember too much, so that I can divide it all up semi-neatly. This last Bobbins story is what happens if I take out all those dividing lines in my head, just so you can see what it looks like. It’s a mess. I’ve started to get emails from people asking for clarification on certain “historical” characters, which suggests to me that it’s time to stop. Time’s pretty much up for the “Tackleverse”, which is why I did it – this is the end of the road for a lot of the characters.

I hope you enjoyed the experiment as much as I have – it’s gone in directions I didn’t expect. At the start of April it will be time for something new.

I am the last person to suggest that Allison (or any other creator) ought to be catering to my whims. If this is the end for many of these characters, I will mourn their departure just as I eagerly await that which April will bring. It’ll be sad, and I know exactly how to react to this — by hunting down people whose obsessive need for continuity have driven Allison to this and wreaking a horrific vengeance. If I have to exist in a world without teen mystery-solvers, fish-men, serial entrepreneurs that speak of themselves in the third person, Devil Bears and Space Owl, then I’m making sure that they won’t enjoy the fruits of their cursed inquiries after filthy continuity.

In all seriousness — if this is the end for Tackleford, let us all take a moment to raise a pint of the best heavy or rough scrumpy (regional) to what may be webcomics longest-running shared universe¹. Things change, after all. We’ll be okay.

Unless Carrot comes a bad end — that happens, I’m going on a spree.

  • Following up on the recent post regarding Raina Telgemeier crushing all who dare approach with her mighty sales figures: I’d wondered if the sales of the Sisters/Smile box set was incorporated into the Bookscan numbers compiled by Brian Hibbs. Hibbs was kind enough to chime in with a clarification:

    Boxed sets have separate listings. Even though I cut this data out of what I present, Bookscan entries are tracked by ISBN, and the box set has a different one.

    Translation: Telgemeier sold more books than the numbers indicated. In fact, due to the limitations of Bookscan, Hibbs would have us know that she sold a lot more:

    Also worthy of note is that SISTERS sold AT LEAST 2 million copies according to the NYT — I can only present Bookscan data that I have though.

    Remember, that’s in four months, and more than ten times the numbers indicated by Bookscan; I knew there were undercounts from the Nielsen data, but never knew how large they were. To put it another way, for more than a decade, the top-selling ongoing comic book from a major publisher in any given month has probably sold on the order of 100,000 copies² in the last four months of 2104, the total number of copies of the top selling book each month amounted to approximately 837,000 floppies sold; if you bought all four of those books, the total cost to you was probably not too far off of the Sisters cover price.

    In as apples-to-apples a comparison as you could make, Telgemeier outsold that wisecracking webslinger, brooding vigilante, most popular mutant of all time, or scrappy set of survivors of the zombie apocalypse by a factor of two and a half to one if you combine their efforts, or at least six to one compared against single titles. Oh, and that was before we consider Smile and Drama (one of which sold steadily through the year, one of which bumped up in the last quarter). Next time some aging fanboy bitches about the comics industry pandering to [fill in the blank], share that little factoid and watch his head explode.


Spam of the day:

Touche. Great arguments. Keep up the good work.

Will do.

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¹ Okay, okay, it’s the recently-concluded Walkyverse. Work with me, people.

² There are some outlier books in the back third of 2014, with some one-shots, special events, and zillion-variant-cover tricks, leading to some unusually large numbers.

I Am Puzzled

No image up top; it’ll ruin the surprise.

Let’s get something out of the way: I am not about to argue that if you disagree with me about a piece of culture — a movie, a book, a TV show — that the fact of our disagreement means that you are irrevocably stupid and dumb and wrong. Indeed, the most valuable movie critic I’ve ever read was a woman in the local newspaper <cough, mummble years ago, cough> with whom I regularly disagreed, but did so in a wholly predictable manner, meaning that I could estimate to a high degree of precision how much I would like a movie based on how much she did or did not. That’s some primo information, y’all.

What I’m puzzled by today is a review of Scott McCloud’s The Sculptor (of which much has been written on this page and elsewhere) at The AV Club, whose writers I normally find well-mappable and usefully predictable (in the sense that I can predict my own likelihood of enjoyment from theirs). It’s a pretty mediocre, verging on bad review; I’ve seen less-than-laudatory reviews of The Sculptor, but this one seems to be … mean spirited? It’s drawing inference and intent that I don’t think are accurate in anything but a most cursory read, seems to be unable to separate the creator from the character, and particularly seems insulted that The Sculptor mentions Jeff Koons in a cursory way that is not a big, sloppy blowjob.

I can’t recall the last time that even a novice creators still learning their way around a craft was treated as shabbily as in this conclusion:

A few fantasy bits are cribbed from a photocopy of Neil Gaiman’s plumber’s cousin’s Sandman fan-fic¹. There’s even an angry Russian landlord with mob connections. Is there a word for when talented artists succeed in proving to the world in the most embarrassing and sincere way possible that they have absolutely nothing left to say?

Like I said — puzzling.


Spam of the day:

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My thoughts exactly.

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¹ One must note that among those that disagree would be Neil Gaiman.

Want To See Something Cool?

NEVER gonna get tired of using this image. All hail Raina.

Over at The Beat, Heidi Mac does a nice piece on the year-end graphic novel sales figures compiled by retailer Brian Hibbs and something awesome jumps out right at the top of the list (of which the ten highest are shown here):

176,197 — SISTERS
152,220 — TALES FROM A NOT SO FABULOUS LIFE
150,523 — SMILE
129,679 — HYPERBOLE AND A HALF
94,152 — DRAMA
84,707 — BIG NATE GRT MINDS THINK ALIKE
83,639 — STAR WARS JEDI ACADEMY
78,132 — STAR WARS JEDI ACADEMY RETURN
74,581 — DORK DIARIES OMG ALL ABOUT ME
72,520 — CANT WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING M

Several somethings, actually. First, Raina Telgemeier absolutely dominated GN sales in 2014. Second, keep in mind that Sisters wasn’t released until the last week of August, meaning it was only on sale for about a third of the year; a full-year sales figure would be likely above 500,000 copies. But Gary I hear you cry wouldn’t sales taper off after everybody bought the book?

Third thing: the #3 best selling GN of the year was Smile¹, perennial New York Times bestseller; if she can sustain that kind of interest across five years, Sisters could continue to sell across one. And what’s that at #5? Drama, which came back onto the bestseller list because a new cohort of readers is discovering Telgemeier’s work and seeking it out. If Sisters had released earlier, there would have been a bump on Drama as well.

Yes, this is all based on Bookscan from Nielsen, and it doesn’t cover everything, and the actual sales numbers are estimates² and yadda, yadda. Take all the friction points into account, and the story of one young girl who a) got her teeth knocked out; and b) learned to have a relationship with her younger sister sold twice as many copies as the largest, most globally-dominant IP factory in history; Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, the Avengers, and all the rest aren’t even in the same league as a 10 to 14 year old with braces from San Francisco. It was the Year of Raina, and I’ll fight any man-jack of you that says different.

Also awesome:


Spam of the day:

APPRENEZ A PIRATER LE COMPTE ET LE MOT DE PASSE

Man, I wish that Google Translate could come up with an acceptable French phrasing for snort my taint (all credit to the inestimable Ken White).

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¹ As it turns out, today is Smile day, 26 years to the day since Raina knocked out her teeth.

² Come to think of it, I wonder how these numbers account for the Sisters/Smile combo box set? One copy of each sold, or does it show up under another line item further down the list?

³ One of three that I hear regularly given the title, the other two being The Great Gatsby (which I loathe) and Tom Sawyer (which is terrific and I guess means the designation of Definitive American Novel has at least a one-in-three hit rate).

Endgames

We are close to finishing up a pair of long-running creations in Webcomickia, and I thought you should know.

  • For those that listen to Coffee & Cider¹, Friday’s update of Girls With Slingshots was a known quantity — a triple-size strip, a long-simmering plot point, and the melancholy landmark. As we learned around the end of last year, Danielle Corsetto is wrapping up GWS, and doing so by clearing up a final bit of backstory; namely, what’s the deal with Hazel’s dad?

    Today we meet him. Tomorrow, we’ll learn more. And in about two weeks (as that’s what Corsetto told us on C&C²), it’s all done. It is not going to be easy for Hazel to say hello, or for us to say goodbye. If you’ve read and enjoyed Girls With Slingshots for these ten or so years (and as of tomorrow, 2000 strips), it might be a good time to drop a note to Corsetto and tell her so.

  • It’s been apparent that Chris Yates has been making puzzles like a madman for years now, but the past few weeks he’s thrown it into overdrive. But nothing prepared me for today’s Baffler! Monday, where Yates unveiled 50 state maps, as big a work tranche as I can recall. But what caught my attention even more than the immense volume was the text that accompanied the announcement:

    Here’s our last Baffler release for awhile: All 50 states, all under 40 bucks! http://www.chrisyates.net/store/puzz.html

    Did you catch the important part?

    our last Baffler release for awhile

    Yates has been doing fine motor control work for a decade now, the sort that would wear down anybody’s hands/eyes/other body parts³, so here’s hoping it’s just a case of refreshing the creative batteries and not medically mandated to avoid debilitating injuries because that would suck for all concerned. Well, except for somebody buying up a bunch of Baffler!s and selling them on eBay when Yates’s fame outstrips his output, but those people suck. So, anyway, last Baffler!s for a while. Get in on the back stock while you can.


Spam of the day:

I made a fool of myself.

No argument here.

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¹ For those that don’t, it’s an approximately-weekly podcast conversation between Danielle Corsetto and Rich Stevens, named after their respective life-giving drinks; they talk about comics and whatever else pops into their heads. Also, if you don’t listen to Coffee & Cider, what the hell is wrong with you?

² She also said that Hazel’s dad was almost named Gary, about which fact there may be multiple conclusions.

³ For those that have watched his process videos, Yates has always been careful about proper eye protection, but there’s also a lot of squinting and close visual work that could lead to vision strain. The constant vibration of power tools has been known to do a number on motor and sensory nerves in hands and ears of factory workers, and I can’t imagine that Yates (powerful as he is) is immune to such rigors and dangers.