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Facebook FACEOFF!

If you’re on Facebook, maybe you already knew about this, but it’s totally Doppleganger Month on Facebook.  In this celebration, you find a celebrity (or a non-celebrity) that looks like you and make it your profile picture.  I’m happy to do this.

There’ve been quite a few awesome profile pictures popping up on my Newsfeed.  It’s funny to find out who people think they look like.  Or, who people choose to make others laugh/cringe.  So…  I was hoping that my commenting system would allow me you to upload pics into your comments, and it says it will… but I can’t figure it out.  So, I’m moving on.  I’m bringing back an event that was a lot of fun last year with my friends.

The Facebook FACEOFF!

If you’re on Facebook, (are you my friend?) I’ve got an open event aptly titled “The Facebook FACEOFF!”  In said event, the goal will be to post the funniest/most ridiculous/most embarrassing picture of YOURSELF you can find.  Don’t feel all weird about posting a stupid picture of yourself because that’s lame.

The Facebook FACEOFF! is all about having fun and laughing at each other.  Because if we can’t laugh at each other… then that’s stupid.  Everyone takes a bad picture every now and then.  Now it’s time to let those pictures SHINE!

Look forward to seeing you on Facebook.  Although the event will end at the end of February, don’t wait!  Join up now and have some super-fun!

Coloring Outside the Lines

If you didn’t know, I work in my church’s nursery with 1-4 year olds.  It is in this nursery that I find one of my biggest issues growing within me whenever we color.

I have this tendency to allow kids to draw… outside of the lines.  I know, I know.  How dare I challenge the very lesson that has developed kids like me into such fine, upstanding citizens.  Decades of teaching has gone into this method of curving a child’s scribbling into the fine art of coloring in someone else’s artwork.

I don’t want the kids to color in the lines. I feel it’s inhibitive to their creative process.  Have you ever looked at scribbling and thought to yourself, I’ll never be able to do that. You should try it.  Go grab a piece of paper and try, just try, to scribble like a 2 or 3 year old.

You can’t.  Your brain forces everything, even your scribbling into a series of coherent lines.  A child can scribble in all different directions, but I’ll bet yours looks either like a bunch of connected lines because you went back and forth, or a bunch of circles.  It’s okay.  You just can’t do it.

I’ve noticed a pattern in my life where I like to learn the process of what I like doing.  I really enjoyed making comics as a kid.  So, I made them.  After a while, I decided to look up how “the pros” did it.  Turned out, many of them had a process called inking.  So, I went out to the local art store and asked what I was supposed to get, and came home with an inking pen, and an ink well.  This was unpleasant, delicate, and hard.  I wasn’t good at inking, but that’s what the professionals did…  so I stopped drawing comics.  It was no longer a fun endeavor doing something that I enjoyed, but a chore to make something that was acceptable and just like everything else.

I started making movies with my friends.  Stupid movies.  Creative movies.  We had fun.  So, I thought, I wonder how the pros do it, and I went to film school.  My friends stopped wanting to make movies with me because I wanted it to be perfect and just like everything else.

I like writing.  I wrote a book, was excited and self-published.  So, I thought, I should learn how the pros do it so I can get published “for real*”. I found a critique group.  Learned all about how my little self-published book is basically garbage in the eyes of a “real” editor.  My writing became more labored as I tried to make sure I was following the rules so that I almost completely stopped writing.

Now, I’m not saying that everything that we do should be fun or even 100% enjoyable at all times, but when you’re trying to match what other people are doing, to copy them, to be accepted as the same thing, you’re throwing originality and creativity and fun out the window.  Granted, success will feel great, but at what cost?

At what point do you stop learning all the rules and just write/draw/create?  Should you learn all the rules, and then feel free to break them?  Or, do you avoid learning “what the pros do” and break the rules unknowingly, but write/draw/create more product than anyone following the rules?

Try scribbling again.  Now that I’ve told you how you’re going to scribble, you’ll likely take more time to try and avoid the very things I said you’d draw, but now you’re just avoiding what you’ve learned.  Trying is the problem.  You know that you’re supposed to draw shapes and animals and things.

And it’s not the same.

Confessions of a Shameless Self-Promotionist

Confessions of a Shameless Self-PromotionistI… am a terrible person when it comes to promoting myself.  To an extent where I should probably get locked up in a room with my fingers glued together.  Maybe that’s a bit extreme.

Either way, I have hardly any bounds when it comes to promoting things that I like, in particular, things I do.  Which is interesting because I don’t typically find myself all that selfish, but I guess this is sort of an indicator of that.  Perhaps the Internet is where my inner-narcissist is allowed to thrive.  Like mold in a warm moist environment.

So, I’ve compiled a top-five list of things I’ve done (past and present) as a confession of sorts and potentially as a guide for how others can be just as sad and pathetic as I am.

  1. Social bookmarking yourself. I would love to tell you that I’ve weened myself off of this obsession, but I can’t help it.  Most of the people that read my things don’t use social bookmarking links or anything though, so this normally doesn’t go anywhere.
  2. Hiding the fact that it’s your link you’re tweeting because you already tweeted it several times already. Yep.  This is one that I often fall prey to.  I’m not harping on when you tweet a link twice a day, but it’s when you use a quote or something instead of calling it a new post, story, comic or whatever you post just so that people don’t recognize that it’s the same post and generating another click/hit/visit for you.
  3. Following everyone in the world of Twitter just so they’ll follow you back. Or over-exaggerating.  Seriously though.  This is what the spammers do.  I realize that following-back is what people on Twitter tell you to do… but when you’re intentionally just finding Twitter lists that have big names or lots of names and following them without knowing, liking, or whatever simply to have more followers… it’s bad news.  I have been cutting back on this.  Sorry to all the real estate and SEO people… I guess.
  4. Signing up for multiple accounts and liking, tweeting, bookmarking your own stuff. Back when AOL Instant Messenger was popular, I had about 12 different accounts.  I don’t know why.  These days… if they don’t require an email address, and even if they do, I probably have an unhealthy supply of logins.  I generally justify it in my brain by saying that my stuff would never make it to the surface if it wasn’t approved by at least two other people first… or 11…
  5. Writing your reviews for things on Amazon that reference your book. It was at a low point in my life when I did this dirty deed.  But, at one time, when I was into my book sales in full-swing, I would find books that I thought were similar in nature and more popular.  Write a review of their book that compared it to my own.  Something along the lines of “This is a cool book, but I really like Battle for Arkwood a little bit more.”  This combined with #4 is a super-shame combo.

I am sorry, Internet.

Sort of.

You know what the worst part is?  Those all work.  So, if you’re a cold-blooded shame-monger like myself, go ahead and spiral out of control.  You’re guaranteed to get some traffic/sales.

Just don’t be surprised when everyone hates you for it.

What’s a sh

When it rains…

I always try to walk through rain.  Unaffected.

I see people running around me.  Umbrellas and coats.  Struggling to hold anything over their heads to stay dry.  Prancing around through the puddles like they’re going to melt.

Not me.  I walk through the puddles.

I try to act tough, like the rain doesn’t affect me at all.  I look around at all the scurrying people thinking about how much more zen or something.  I feel cool as I walk.  Like I don’t even notice it’s raining.  Your fears and worries don’t affect me.

But… they do.

I’m still getting wet.  Potentially more than the people running as if they’re going to melt.  Why do I not just pick up the pace and not get soaked.  Being soaked is not cool.

Do I have some sort of brain malfunction that causes me to think it’s cool to not feel things?  Or not care about things?  To pretend like I’m not getting wet?  Like I’m not pissed that the bottom of my jeans are soaked and are going to drip all over the car?

Is this peace?  Is this pacifism?

No.

It’s apathy, and it’s corrosive.

Not the act of walking in the rain, but the mentality of pretending like things that affect you aren’t.  Like they aren’t there.  When it rains, you get wet, whether you walk or run.  But people who acknowledge the rain are better off than the ones that don’t.

Sense of Justice

On Sundays, my wife and I work in our church’s nursery with the babies up to a few 4-5 year olds.  One of the boys that we almost always get, named Kevin, has been helping me, every Sunday morning, to create a special, crayon-colored edition of The Underfold called Bunny Foo Foo Adventures.

It’s about a superhero, ninja bunny (Bunny Foo Foo) and his sidekick Rocky the Rock Lobster as they battle the random crime that is committed in their undefined location.  This was an idea that started long ago when I first realized my desire to draw comics.  I based it on my toys, even my stuffed bunny, Bunny Foo Foo.

Our partnership is great.  He’s the creative genius behind most of the storylines, and I draw it (and lately, he’s been doing the coloring for me too).  The funny part is that, as a writer, sometimes it feels like I need to stretch a story across two comics instead of finishing it in just one.  It builds suspense and draws people back.

Kevin wants the bad guy to get caught, beat up, and put in jail.  Period.

Ever since we started doing this on Sundays, I’ve been struck by his 5 year old sense of justice.  Everything’s black and white.  There is no gray area.  Stealing is bad, you go to jail.

This is why most of the comics end with the bad guy in handcuffs or in jail.

I keep telling him that we’re going to run out of bad guys this way, but I figure eventually, they’ll all break out and try to team up together.  The idea of an archenemy that always eludes capture is a foreign idea for Kevin, and therefore, it has yet to happen.

It’s kind of refreshing because sometimes I get tired of writing from the bad guy’s perspective.  Emoting his intentions and his feelings about why he’s doing something bad.  Giving him excuses.  Finding reasons for his evil.  Trying to get the audience to feel even the slightest amount of pity for them.

To Kevin, they’re bad guys.  They go to jail.

And that’s a sense of justice.

If you want to read his sense of justice, check out the Sunday Edition of The Underfold:  Bunny Foo Foo Adventures!

An Open Letter (Guest post by @katdish)

I’d just like to start out by saying that what you’re about to read is really great for anyone who’s even remotely artistic.  This is a guest post from Kathy Richards, better known on the internets as katdish.  Her blog, Hey look a chicken!, is full of posts like the following, along with really random and hilarious posts as well.  One thing that is definitely well known about katdish is that she is genuine and a promoter of others.  Thanks katdish, I know you’re humble, but this means a lot to me.

An Open Letter

It’s me here. We need to talk. I’m feeling neglected. Yes, I understand that your life seems overwhelming. Your child is sick, your spouse needs more of your time, cutbacks at work mean more work for you. Add the beginnings of what very well may be an ulcer and mounting bills to the mix and you have all the elements of a first class physical and emotional breakdown.

Now, I’ll let you in on a little secret: I don’t care. To me, they’re simply excuses; reasons to succumb to your fears. Ignore me at your own peril. Every day that goes by when you refuse to meet with me is a day I will wreak havoc on your life. I care not about your sickness and your busy schedule. I exist only to be satisfied by your offering. Curse me or bless me. But remember that you created me.

The white canvas, the blank journal page, the blinking cursor on your computer screen, the potter’s wheel, the unfinished song which sits quietly beside your guitar or piano, and countless other places. Where will I be?

Don’t indulge yourself with the illusion that you don’t know where to find me. You know where I’ll be. And I’ll meet you there.

Relentlessly yours,

Your Muse

“There is the true joy in life, the being used for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; the being thoroughly worn out before you are thrown on the scrap heap; the being a force of nature instead of a feverish selfish little clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy.”

~George Bernard Shaw

For more katdish, check her out on Twitter:  http://twitter.com/katdish or check out her blog, http://katdish.blogspot.com.

My Dad’s Birthday!

Happy birthday, Dad!

I want you to know, on your birthday (and to the whole internet too):  Thank you for everything!

Thank you for getting me into computers and videogames.  Thank you for teaching me that asking questions isn’t a bad thing (unless I’m being a pain in the rear).  Thank you for always encouraging me, even when I didn’t want to hear about it.

You are an awesome dad, and I’m very thankful that I have you!

I know you’re thinking that this doesn’t get me off the hook for a present, but I just wanted everyone to know that you were the reason that I still draw comics to this day.  (Maybe one day, I’ll post some of my earlier works based on you and your IT job!)  I wanted everyone to know that you’re one of the main reasons I still write, and edit videos and everything.  Because of the support that you and Mom constantly give me.

Thank you so very much for being my dad! (Not like you could’ve gotten out of it!)

Happy birthday, to (get ready for the cliche) the best dad I could’ve asked for!

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