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I Just Don’t Know Anymore.

I think my brain may now very well be broken. Thank you Jeffrey, you are super awesome.

Seriously though, if there’s one webcomic creator’s blog you should be reading, it’s Jeff’s. It has a similar vibe to Overcompensating, but is not focused on delivering a final panel punchline. You should already know that Mr Rowland is a talented writer with interesting opinions, so visit his LJ: the humour is more subtle and you might even learn a thing or two about eagles or Wal Mart.

From My Email Outbox

Date: 17 Sept 2006
From: Gary Tyrrell
To: _______, Features Editor

Subject: Comics page

Dear Mr. ________,

I’m writing today, as I have in the past, to discuss the status of the ________’s comics page. I’ve been reading the comics in ______ (and before that, in _______) since I was about three years old; call it 35 years now. I’m a fan of the American newspaper comic strip, but the artform is in trouble.

You have 17 strips, including Doonesbury, which runs on the Op-Ed page. The very youngest of them, Grand Avenue, is eight years old; only four strips are less than 20 years old. The mean age of your comic strips is 35.4 years, and the median (half of your strips are younger, half older) is 33 years. Half the strips you carry are no longer written or drawn by their creators, but rather by committees hired by the syndicates, or by no-talent children of the original creators.

Only two (Doonesbury and For Better or For Worse) feature any degree of change or growth; coincidentally, they are the two best strips you carry. The rest carry on, year after year, with the same jokes, the same plotlines and situations, the same devotion of a week’s worth of strips to the theme of “golf” each Spring and Autumn. At least Peanuts has the good grace to be in actual reruns; the others just act like it.

Put bluntly, your comics page has needed a revamp for a considerable time; happily enough, you have the opportunity do so within the framework of a situation that will present itself in the coming months:

Lynn Johnston, creator of For Better or For Worse, will be retiring her strip in 2007 when her current contract expires. This will leave at least one spot open on the page for a new strip, and hopefully more. For instance, does anybody buy the paper specifically to read Hagar, Ziggy, or Hi & Lois? Many probably find them an inoffensive, familiar presence, but does anybody actually set out to read them? There’s only one way to find out — bring in something new.

On January 8th, 2007, United Feature Syndicate will begin to distribute Diesel Sweeties by Rich Stevens. It’s an established strip, distributed online by Stevens, with a world-wide audience. By the terms of his contract, Stevens will continue to produce the online version of Diesel Sweeties in addition to the newspaper version, which sounds like an incentive for the online readers — a loyal audience — to find out what they’re missing in the newspapers.

Diesel Sweeties is, in stark contrast to nearly everything on the comics page, modern and funny. It will probably annoy people who have been reading “placeholder” strips every day of their lives and don’t want to read anything that’s different from their expectations. This is not necessarily a bad thing.

Every year, I see dire reports about how newspapers are in trouble and national readership is shrinking. Every year it becomes apparent that more older readers are dying than younger readers are picking up the paper. The comics page is where young people learn to read the newspaper, and yet those potential readers are provided with strips that are literally unchanged since their grandparents started reading. What possible incentive could anyone younger than me have to start reading your comics page?

Please contact United Feature Syndicate and request the sample strips of Diesel Sweeties. Please take Lynn Johnston’s upcoming retirement as an opportunity not just to get in on the ground floor of a new strip with a built-in audience, but to look at who your current strips are serving. Please take this chance to build your audience by serving the needs of the comics readers of today and tomorrow, not decades past.

I would be happy to discuss this matter with you further at your convenience.

Gary Tyrrell
_______, NJ

Editor’s note: I’ll let you know what response, if any, I receive.

I Almost Slapped Someone-It’s That Good

I’m so pissed at myself. Why you ask? Because I just now read Hockey Zombie, and it’s fucking amazing. I feel like Arsenio Hall when he found out how damn good the cheese was.

I’ve seen banners for this web comic on various sites, but never looked into it. But that all changed the other day, when I decided to see what all the hulabaloo was about. All I can say is thank the ultimate maker (who is George Lucas of course) that I clicked on that banner.

I sat at a coffee house and literally read half of the archives till I was forced to go to my slave-labor of a job. And you know what? This comic made me laugh out loud consistantly throughout my perusal of the archives. People were staring at me like I was on some kind of green, leafy, miraculous substance. And maybe I was; the green, leafy, miraculous substance of Hockey Zombie.

The artwork is crisp, bright, and fun to look at. Chris Van Gompel truly utilizes the use of color and and various frames to bring the storyline to life. And have I mentioned this comic is fucking hilarious? When you combine a D.D.R. loving God, a wise-cracking Satan, and a patent pending Sex Box together in a comic you are bound for comedy gold.

The storyline alone kept me reading. Basically Chris played hockey, drank beer, and went to strip clubs. Then he was killed by Super Wang the stripper. He ends up in hell were he strikes up a deal with a certain gentleman to get back to earth. And from there the hijinks ensue. Trust me, the hijinks ensue to unearthly bounds.

I’m not sure what else to say about this comic, except that it’s a lot of fun and I’m ending this review right now so I can go finish the archives.

Paul Southworth Is Disturbed For Your Amusement So Get With The Program And Be Amused, Dammit

So in case you hadn’t noticed, Paul Southworth’s Ugly Hill is back from a month-long hiatus to work on various projects and deal with some personal issues. One of those projects was a site redesign, making Ugly Hill look like a cheesy, semi-professionally designed site for Anytown, USA. Ah, satire, your name is monsters.

Another one of those projects was shown to us the week of 4 September, featuring both pencils, and finished art for a twisted, unnamed snippet of squirrel-murder. I got curious, so I asked Southworth what the deal was.

Turns out, it’s called “Petwood”, and you could best describe it as a combo-platter of Heathcliff and Pet Sematary; ironically, neither of those things is very good, but Petwood struck me as funny and intriguing. I want to read more of it. Here’s Southworth:

It’s about these three dead pets: Blank, Blue, and Slog … we follow the adventures of these three undead pets around their neighborhood, interacting with other local live animals and trying to figure out why they became zombies in the first place.

It was conceived as a pitch to Image comics, but certain events in my life have kind of put it on the back burner again. I hope to return to it soon, because I think it’s a pretty good idea that I’d really like to do something with. Here’s a preliminary sketch of the cat character, Blue, who wasn’t seen in the first few pages.

He starts off as a normal cat in the story, but gets half his head bitten off by the goldfish and becomes a zombie. Also, the goldfish is mute and is so fat that he has to get pulled around in a little red wagon, and the main villian is a voodoo parrot. I hope to finish the pitch soon and send it off to Image (or whomever will publish it).

Given that Image should already be familiar with the quality of Southworth’s work via the Tales By Tavernlight backup stories in the print version of PvP, they dang well oughta take a chance on Petwood. And if they do, be sure to buy it, ’cause it looks hi-larious.

Editor’s note: The new PvP site doesn’t have the TBT strips that Southworth worked on yet; Scott Kurtz has kindly offered to make ’em available as soon as he’s over the nasty bug he’s fighting, so come back here in a couple of days to see some full-size Southworth goodness.

Das Freshmacher

So I was walking to work in the rain this morning, the sort of rain that you only get in New York City. Rain that’s so fine and insubstantial that it doesn’t have the good grace to fall towards the ground, but instead gets lofted by the slightest of breezes and deposits more on the insides of your glasses than the outside. But in one of those turns of fortune you only see in popular entertainments, I turned onto Broadway, and there was a brightly-painted moped and three guys in parkas declaring themselves the Mentos Freshness Patrol. One of them greeted me enthusiastically, reached into a messenger bag overflowing with tubes of mint Mentos, and wished me the very best of days. Now Fresh And Full Of Life, I determined to meet the rest of the day with a smile.

You know that saying about how a smile is the best umbrella? Total crapola. But I did get inspired to think about how I could make other things around me a little Fresher, and Fleen is at the top of the list. Things have gotten a little stale around here; although we’ve done some of our best pieces recently (I’m especially proud of the Webcomics School writeups), the day-to-day has gotten a bit boring. Realistically, that’s going to happen from time to time; when life hands you a dead computer, sick parents, a move to another country, or re-enrollment in college for the first time since grad school (all of which have happened in the last few weeks here at Fleen Central), time becomes precious.

And when time gets tight, you reach for what’s familiar, stop looking as far afield for new strips, put things off in favor of breaking news because you don’t have time to do two pieces today. Case in point, I’ve been meaning to write up a reivew of Epic Legends of the Magic Sword Kings for weeks now, but other things keep popping up. If you’ve written in to our contact address, chances are your announcement has been bumped until it’s so outdated that it’s not worth mentioning. I’m sorry for that.

So here’s what I’m gonna do: I’m going to do better. I’m going to try to pick up at least two new webcomics a month, and I’m going to try to put up a newsbox at least once a week, so send in those announcements and press releases (I can’t promise that I’ll be able to do a deep read on everything that comes in, but I’ll try to do at least a once-over). And we’re starting now. Thanks for your patience, and please continue to let us know how we’re doing; any of us can be reached at firstname @ name-of-this-here-site.

Item! Tim Demeter reports that Graphic Smash’s New Fall Season (boy, Eric Burns has a real gift for neologism, doesn’t he?) starts today, with seven new series (including Brat-Halla, via MoviePoopShoot, and Quicken Forbidden) starting in the coming days.

Item! Lea Hernandez and her family continue to rebuild their lives, but the need is still great. If you’ve ever read a comic or webcomic, see if you can’t drop a little something in the bucket. PayPal buttons here, here, here, or just about anywhere you find webcomics.

Item! Gary Chaloner has a podcast interview with Bob Andelman, author of Will Eisner: A Spirited Life, about JOHN LAW, webcomics and other Eisner-related subjects.

Item! Jennie Breeden has finished the images for her Devil’s Panties playing cards, and is waiting for the printer to have a time frame to do the job. Looks like the coolest merch of the season.

Item! Trade Loeffler has started a new comic called Zip and Li’l Bit that features some really nice art; reminds me of Jimmy Gownley’s Amelia Rules. Just 16 strips so far, but I’m digging this one.

Item! Ben Stirling has finalized the design for his webcomic, Patrick Grey; it’s been up and running since January, and seems to have settled into its groove.

Item! Mini-review of ELOTMSK — the strips don’t always date well, Krahulik’s art is just getting into its groove, and some lengthy exceprts from Holkins’ newsposts are provided. I enjoyed re-reading about Fucking Rats and Horse Chestnuts; hopefully when the next volume comes along, the saga of Carrot Cake Soup will also be reproduced in full. Read if you’re a fan, you probably won’t get the appeal if you aren’t.

And Item! Noted futurist Lore was interviewed on TV (well, basic cable) about how George Lucas hates you. While the G4 guy is no Hank Paternoster, El Sjobergo was both trenchant and witty. And if we could make Lore’s goatee the new webcomics facial-hair meme of choice instead of my moustache, I’d be grateful.

Of Kittens and Employment

As yoy may know, I’ve been keeping a close eye on Mitch Clem ever since he declared that he was going to do the webcomic thing full time. Well, as close an eye as a man producing his first feature film can keep. My vigilance, however, was short lived. Mitch declared that he would be returning to the workforce in order to fund some kind of super secret project.

All I’m going to say is that I hope this super secret project was not kittens. Seriously, man; kittens? What the hell? I mean sure, why not? But am I the only one who thinks it’s weird that mitchclem.com now presents you with two punk comics and a comic about kittens? Don’t get me wrong – I am not down on the kittens. I am not kitten-bashing in anyway, but seriously dude:

What the crap?

I Promised Sexy, So Here It Is

Do you know what’s sexy? This comic by RStevens, that’s what. I guess it’s because I’m alot like Pale Suzie, as in I’m pale and never want kids. I’m also willing to “date” a robot. But let’s not go there…

Speaking of sexy, I think death by Faye’s boobs would be the most spectacular way to go. Well that and fighting against the Empire.

 Rebel Alliance Forever!

Hot Potato!

Over at Overcompensating, the Magical Adventures in Space crew has made a reappearance. Topato is looking particularly scrumptious, browned to a crisp. (I think he would look even better with some butter, sour cream, and chives. Except for the poison…)

It’s clever as always, and appropriately air-headed. Princess Dongle has been indulging in the intoxicol again, and so we’re off on a new adventure…

Fleen Book Corner: Making Comics

Scott McCloud is a genius; I use that word in its precise, Merriam-Webster’s sense of extraordinary intellectual power especially as manifested in creative activity, and as soon as this gets posted, I’m going to start brainstorming a way to get the terms Scott McCloud and deserves a MacArthur Fellowship into the common lexicon in the hopes that it reaches one of their nominators. If any work of creativity ever deserved widespread recognition, it’s Making Comics.

I don’t make comics; I read them and tell other people what I like. I always figured that the process of creating comics was sort of sausage-like, and that I was better off not knowing, but McCloud’s earlier works dissuaded me of that. Still, those were (repsectively) about what comics are, and what they could be, not how to make them. So when I sat down last week with MC, I wondered how much I would get it.

Answer: maybe not as much as my creator friends, but a hell of a lot more than I figured. McCloud’s accomplished two things that seem almost diametrically opposed: on the one hand he’s taken abstract, intuitive ideas and made their mechanical underpinnings clear and obvious; on the other hand, he’s taken very technical aspects and translated them into clear, plain English. He’s done it all in a self-describing structure, where every lesson is conveyed not merely by formal presentation, but by subtle example.

For instance, on page 33, he’s talking about panel layouts and making the flow of reading smooth and seamless. McCloud warns that a particular layout is dangerous — the reader doesn’t know which way to go and can miss panels or be yanked out of the story. There are ways to avoid the trap, and rather than tell us what they are, he just does them — page 33 uses the deadly panel combination, but there’s no confusion on the part of the reader. Like the storyteller he is (although he might dispute that label, see below) McCloud has opted to show, don’t tell.

The book is filled with such moments of awareness, where the reader suddenly realizes that McCloud’s been using all the techniques that he’s been talking about; we can tell what works because we know that it’s worked on us without having been hit over the head by it. The transfer of knowledge that McCloud achieves is more efficient and effective than almost anything else I’ve ever read. His love of simple, clear design is on display right from the table of contents, where each topic is listed in outline form (to show relationships) and accompanied by a small icon that expresses some part of the nature of the topic.

It’s a technique that I would have expected from Edward Tufte, and for anybody wanting to learn how to express complex structures in a straightforward manner, MC belongs on the shelf next to The Visual Display of Quantitative Information, Envisioning Information, and Visual Explanations.

What I found most striking about MC compared to the earlier books is McCloud’s treatment of webcomics, a topic near and dear to my heart. At the time of Understanding Comics, they didn’t exist (and the topic of digital tools and techniques was understandably absent); in Reinventing Comics, a fairly large firestorm kicked up, perhaps because McCloud intertwined his discussion of the evolving medium with a preference for certain economic models.

In MC, webcomics just are; they exist, they’re exploding, and any predictions McCloud might make, he acknowledges are subject to rapid aging (case in point: Rich Stevens bridging the worlds of newspaper syndication and webcomics scarcely a week prior to the book’s release).

Given McCloud’s famous ability to be able to talk and argue with anybody, no matter how vicious the difference of opinion, it’s not surprising that discussions of medium (webcomics and other new forms vs. traditional forms) are kept separate from the discussions of artistic philosophy. His now well-known “Four Tribes” model has less the here’s what’s going to happen tone that parts of RC had, and more of a here’s what I’ve noticed, and by the way, it’s a fluid situation tone.

It can still lead to some odd differences of opinion, though; McCloud places himself firmly in the Formalist camp, but I’ve been struck for 20 years more by his ability to tell a story and build characters that come alive, making him (in my eyes) more of an Animist. The lesson to be drawn, then, is that the labels shouldn’t get in the way of the work. The different approaches to making comics result in nothing more than different means to the same end. In this way, the tribes discussion (which I think everybody felt would be something of a lightning rod) hearkens back to the preface, where McCloud declares that when it comes to making comics, There are no rules. And here they are.

In all, as brilliant and well-argued (and in some places, polarizing) as UC and RC were, MC is a noticeably more mature (in the sense of well-aged, like a fine wine) work, as befits a man who draws himself a little rounder and a little grayer than he used to. Given that McCloud has stated several times that his next project will be a graphic novel of considerable length, the Comics series will likely remain a trilogy for some time. Honestly, though, it’s tough to see how there might need to be a fourth — this is a definitive work in the field, and will likely remain part of the canon for as long as there are things that we can still recognize as comics.

Editor’s note: Chapter Five of MC deals with the tools of making comics; given that certain aspects of this discussion are not easily expressed in printed form, McCloud is constructing a “Chapter 5 ½”, which should be available about this time next week. This review will be supplemented at that time, if necessary.

Fleen Book Corner: American Born Chinese

I don’t know much about Gene Yang. I know that he’s done some kickass comics (both print and online); I know that he’s married and has a child; I know that he teaches high school.

I know that however old he is, he’s way too young to have produced American Born Chinese; this is the sort of work usually appears as the capstone of a long and illustrious career. It’s simply too well-structured, too surprising, too deep, too honest to be the work of a young man. Of course, judging from available evidence, Yang is a young man, which just means that he must have a self-awareness beyond his years.

I thought I knew what I was getting in this book, since I’d read the story a page at a time on Modern Tales, and have had the mini-comics for more than a year; I didn’t know that Yang had added more than a third to the story, and what looked like three separate explorations of Chinese identity was in fact one tightly-unified tale.

And that story structure is part of what makes ABC so good. Starting from separate points, the three different storylines spiral around and tighten up, eventually merging into a coherent whole. On the one hand, we have the story of Jin, a young boy trying to fit into his white suburb; racism (both casual and overt) and ignorance drive him to try to be more like those around him, and less like the even newer kid who’s FOB (fresh off the boat) from Taiwan. It’s not quite autobiographical, and not quite fictional; it is deeply personal and affecting.

On the other hand, there’s the tale of the Monkey King, traditional hero of the classic Journey to the West; he’s powerful, arrogant, stubborn, and has some comeuppance in his future. I’ve read parts of Journey to the West (joyless translations, put together by scholars who want you to be sure you know How Important All This Is), but Yang’s version is the first that really came alive for me. This seems like the bedtime stories that mothers would tell their children, and it’s wonderful news that Yang has started a cartoon journal for the Monkey King, filling in more of his adventures. With any luck, there will be a lot of these forthcoming, and a collected volume.

On the other other hand, we have Everyone Ruvs Chin-Kee, a super econo-size bundle of poisonous stereotypes packaged as sitcom. Danny doesn’t even know how Chin-Kee is his cousin; he’s an average white kid in an average ‘burb, and if there’s any Chinese heritage in the guy, it’s a couple of generations back. But every year, this buck-toothed, pony-tailed, Confucious-quoting, R-and-L switching, kung-fu fighting (with special moves like Kung Pao Attack!, House Special Kick In Nards!, and Pimp Srap Hunan Style!) cliche comes to visit and ruins Danny’s life (with accompanying laugh track). Where Chin-Kee comes from (and more importantly, why) is what finally ties together the three threads of the story, which ends on a note of perhaps-redemption for all involved.

That feeling of redemption is pretty important, as Yang has imbued the entire story with elements of his Roman Catholic faith. I doubt the first chroniclers of the Monkey King imagined their hero and his compatriots filling the role of the Three Magi, but every generation adapts cultural touchstones for its own purposes. Sometimes it’s a dismal undertaking, but in this case, it works surprisingly well.

Lark Pien provided the colors, and they’re beautiful; from the red of the character chops that introduce each chapter, to the sickly yellow of Chin-Kee’s skin, to the deep lacquer colors of some of the traditional elements (an abacus here, a godly emissary there), the colors perfectly suit the story.

Read ABC. Then read it again, seeing how the pieces fit together. Then go get Yang’s other comics and read them, too. This is the work of a master storyteller, and you owe yourself the pleasure of reading it.