scribblewise

[scribblewise]

[scribblewise]

Making a note to make a comic about the dirt

[scribblewise]

slubby's slumber factory 🛌💤

[scribblewise]

See that heap of barren space rock, Orbulox? That used to be the most beautiful planet in the cosmos -- back then, they called it Earth. From this far away, its oceans would have made it look like a shiny blue marble. Between its vast seas, there were vibrant green continents, teeming with all sorts of life. The primitive form of my species used to live there, they were known as "humans." They inhabited every inch of the planet, from the hottest deserts to the coldest tundras, forming pluralities of wonderful, unique cultures. It was a peaceful, harmonious existence up until the horrors of the 21st century.

The repressive, backwards era of the early 21st century reached its apex in Galactic Year 2027, when the despicable chieftain of the most powerful nation launched an attack against a rival culture, ultimately initiating the terminal spiral that obliterated all of the lush forests and deep blue oceans. The most tragic part of Earth's story is that this conflict, this terror -- it was all for the control of archaic, nearly-depleted energy resources, despite an effectively infinite amount of energy being available through contemporary solar and nuclear technology. Unthinkable weapons were unleashed between the nations, and most life on Earth had perished during those dreadful years.

From the ashes, the greatest minds of the remaining humans came together, tirelessly working to find a way to save humankind from ever-looming extinction. Those final years on dying Earth, they were the very brightest of its entire history; the shackles of hatred had finally been cast away, and the repression of the 21st century had been brought to an end. Earth had returned to its former harmonious state. All conflicts had ceased, and humans were allowed to have sex with dogs again. Regardless of who their ancestors were or which continent they came from, all of humanity cooperated to develop the colony-ship that ultimately preserved the human species and established contact with the Transgalactic Federation. In the end, it was not Earth that lived on -- but its legacy of resilience in the face overwhelming odds.

[scribblewise]

My comics are not surrealist enough. I need to get my mind out of reality and into the polluted gutter pronto. This is no way to live.

[scribblewise]

ℌ.𝔓. 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔞𝔣𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔯 𝔍𝔬𝔥𝔫 ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔪𝔢𝔰 (յգՅՏ - շօյյ).

[scribblewise]

[scribblewise]

[scribblewise]

surprisingly high quality rip of Garth Marenghi's Darkplace seaon 1. For those who are unfamiliar...it's a treat.

[scribblewise]

Insufferable escort mission

[scribblewise]

Cool motorcycle and sidecar I saw walking around the other day

[scribblewise]

Cartoonists are one of the only types of artists that -as a group- are even stupider and more delusional than musicians. There was a zero percent chance of this going well. I think partially because the drive to become a cartoonist hits you so early. The relatively low barrier to entry coupled with the possibility of young naive talent being good enough to trick into unfavorable webtoon contracts and the video content treadmill is very similar to music and streamer exploitation cycle and blah blah blah okay listen, this is just going to be me complaining about capitalism's inherent issues again. I'm just saying, I disagree that we had a chance.

I do sometimes fantasize about creating physical mailing rings and printed zine sales for comics, because I'm recent years I've been worried about leaving so few physical artifacts after my death. Mailing my printed comics off as part of a chaos and blood magic ritual(I accidentally cut my finger before I go to the post office). I'm fairly certain this was at some point and may still actually be a working patreon model. If I want to do that, I'll have to come up with some way to convey the animation into print. It's hard for me even to think what the ideal form factor would be that could include the video component.

the thing i really struggle to get past in conversations about art with artists online is that they all universally appear to share the belief that art is a viable means of making money, something that has literally never been true ever in the entirety of human history. it is not possible to have a conversation with people who are this deluded.

[scribblewise]

Very very sad that the only way to try and bring saturated and bright colors back into male spaces is to invent, "colorpunk," but so be it. If that's what it takes.

[scribblewise]

Evil Washington DC: NoMar - North of Maryland Ave

[scribblewise]

x

[scribblewise]

I dunno, maybe it's just a life expectancy chart with older people tending to gain weight more easily, in addition to the ease of producing calories in each country?

its kind of weird how consistent and linear these trends are, right? like, what plausible mechanism explains a consistent increase for 50 years. maybe the similarity (altho not identical...canada germany uk and france were all very close in 1975 and have sporead out significantly) in the slopes in the upper-group countries suggests there's some "ceiling" on how quickly it can go up, and all of them are progressing at approximately that ceiling?