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Plastic Bags Will Be Pissing On My Grave!

Plastic bags are the new tumbleweeds. Shit. Boingboing.net posted an article about Americans "throwing away 12 million oil barrels' worth of plastic bags every year." And that the plastic never disintegrates into anything or anywhere. We could incinerate, as the article suggests, but that would simply unleash more harmful chemicals into the air.

If plastic bags are the new tremors then I'll be in a bunker sucking on your sister's teet. (No teeth, I promise.)

Just imagine this scenario: A hurricane treks along the east coast, sweeping up everything in its egotistical damage; while you, walking on sunshine and shit, are suddenly ATTACKED by a Wal-Mart grocery bag. And like a face-hugger you try to peel it off but it's on there for good. The angry winds shoving that damn blue bag into your mouth as your screams are muffled.

Then the coroner has to pull the bag out of your throat with a copper clothes hanger, like wet hair out of the drain.

Or maybe that's the angry sweat factory workers getting us back for shopping at Wal-Mart.

Either way... we're doomed.

A Preview Of Things To Come...

It's me again, Children. I'm here posting the tryout script and the pages I received from the artist I have attached to a project. The script was something written way past my bedtime but I still think it's pretty coherent. You never really see what writers do to pick artists and the whole evaluation process. I think all of that's just fascinating.

I've spent the last two weeks filtering through many emails from artists (pencillers, colorists, and inkers) after several posts on many, many forums. Some were pretty good, some really bad, and some really ugly. I'm still looking for a colorist - so please email me at chrismferguson@gmail.com if you know anyone or if you are someone with crayons and such.

So here's the script (but you have to download it) and the two pages. Enjoy. A lengthy important post coming up soon that doesn't have to do with comics. Scout's honor.





And one more thing: Check out Sally Shapiro. Fuggin' awesome. Gotta love them Swedes.

Look At My Shadow!

From BBC NEWS:

The system pipes video of what people are doing at home via the net to their friends' houses. But instead of showing images in full motion and colour, Teleshadow turns them into shadow outlines projected on the inside of a small decorative lamp.

So if you see my shadow doing some very odd things... please call the cops or have me sanctioned. Because most likely there's a gun to my head and it isn't someone else's penis.

And make sure to check out Zoetica at Flickr!

So Far...

Found a great artist from Argentina. Gave him a try out script and he just blew us away. I've gone over this crappy script that he pumped life into a hundred times and I'm still finding little details in. The guy's amazing.

Further news...

I keep wanting to not post anything weird but this world just keeps popping these lovely inventions out. And this one comes from Japan. What the hell is going on? I hope no one fucking buys these things. But I wonder if they'll work on me.


Currently Reading Freakonomics

What is going on in this world, people?!!!!

Jesus... that's just pathetic. Always fun with Gizmodo. And these lovely people have also posted the GUN PURSE. It's bloody awesome.


You put your cell phone in the CLIP! Awesome. Too bad I'm not a girl, I'd be fucking people up with this.

Notes On Working With An Artist Part 1

Working with an artist is a bit like flirting with a girl (or guy) at a bar. Buy her a few drinks (which become many) then take her back to your place, which what would later be called The Scene Of The Crime. (As it's usually called in my experiences).

And then you get down and dirty. All that good stuff, but you, the person that bought the drinks, is recording it (I am not recommending this). On a camera or your silly camera cellphone.

Next day: Lovely woman wakes up with a odd taste in her mouth. Several dried patches of who-knows-what on her body. She goes to the bathroom. You check the miraculous footage you've caught the night before and you are amazed. I mean amazed.

She comes back out and you're watching the homemade sex tape on your TV (the bigger the better). And she's ready to kill you but she doesn't (maybe not) because she sees herself doing sexual acts that she never thought she was capable of.

And that's what it's all about people.

Working with an artist is a lot like showing them what they're really capable of. Without getting them drunk, of course. You show them what they're really capable of by giving them a damn good script and writing to their best abilities. But you as a writer, your job is to go beyond that. I don't mean make an artist who draws animals create a family of Skyscraper Transformers (that's copyrighted by me, just so ya know).

It's about working off strengths and weaknesses.

Kind of like war.



C.M.F.