|I post this in the same thread as my "Minor Media Coverage" series (previously covered here and here). (To those who might construe posting about media coverage, no matter how minor, a bit vain or whatever, I will point out that this blog is as much a scrapbook for myself in 40 years as it is a way to keep in touch with you, my loyal readers*.)
Roaming around down by the Olympic Cauldron the other day, this fellow from the AP snapped a shot of me and got all my info, etc. I got a thought that wouldn't it be cool if the photo showed up in some random newspaper in Alabama or wherever and happened to be noticed by a long lost friend that I've lost touch with? On a whim, I googled myself today and ran across this. Who knows; maybe it isn't a big deal to get a picture of yourself posted on the AP website. But I thought it was kind of neat. So there. *
(Oh, and for posterity, here is a screenshot for when that site goes down, which I imagine won't be too far in the future, and here is the actual image.)
|Saturday February 20 2010||File under: misc|
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|Sorry for the tardiness on this one (if anyone noticed). All that Olypmic hubbub from when I went to the Olympics kept me from comicking it up. Then I had to make the Olympics post and it wouldn't be fair to the Olympics to not let the Olympics post have a little time in the spotlight.*
A few notes about this comic (besides its lateness). I drew part of it while on the bus. It turns out that doesn't do great things for a borderline motion sick person. The rest was drawn using only the finicky touchpad on my EEE (while in a library, so I even tried to keep the clicking to a minimum for quietness's sake). My appreciation for optical mouse is renewed.
Anyway, while I wasn't convinced that the comic was going to turn out (either artistically or conceptually), the policeman's mustache made it all okay. How many times have mustaches saved the day? Answer: a lot.
|Friday February 19 2010||File under: comic|
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|Yesterday, Ma and I trekked north to Vancouver to check out the Olympics and all the surrounding hubbub. In a word, it was awesome. While the city wasn't totally overtaken with the excitement as I thought it might be, there were pockets of Olympic fever. Initially, the city wide general excitement was what I was all stoked for. What I walked away with as a highlight and with most pleasant memories of was the actual event: curling.
All I know about curling has come from last week's Simpsons episode and the spectacular* Canadian movie Men With BroomsIMDB. Luckily, an avid curler was sitting next to us in the stands, so we learned all about the hammer, house, ends, sheets, peeling, strategy, rules, and so much more. By the end of the 3 hour match, we felt like pros.
There isn't much to report results-wise. This was one of 9 qualifying matches, so a win or a loss doesn't mean too much by itself. The U.S.A., however, ended up losing a super close match to Switzerland. They went into extra innings and had to bring out the measuring device 3 times (while none of the concurrent 3 games had either of those things happen). That excitement just added to the overall appreciation of the experience.
So while the tickets were pricey* and getting up there proved interesting*, it was exactly what I hoped it would be: a once in a lifetime experience. Besides, now I can say I've been there and have the pictures to prove it.
|Thursday February 18 2010||File under: misc|
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Granted this isn't nearly as cool as that progressive shaving video but I just wasn't feeling as inspired. Plus I was planning on leaving that right hand column style for a while. Well, I'm 5 days in and I'm digging it more and more everyday. That might, however, explain why I didn't have a date for Valentine's Day*. But for you beard/mustache nay-sayers out there, you'll be pleased to know that it will have to be gone by Wednesday when I will be heading up to the Olympic Games in Canada. Something tells me I might have any easier border crossing clean[-ish]shaven.
|Monday February 15 2010||File under: beard|
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It's that time of year again: time for the annual Rose are Red poetry slam here on BdW. This is a chance to let your poetic juices flow! The rules are easy: the poem must follow the standard ABCB "Roses are red" rhyme/stress pattern and it must make reference to either "red" or "roses"*. Topics can be anything you want – it doesn't have to be Valentine's Day related. Feel free to submit under pseudonyms or anonymously, and as often as you like.
For inspiration (or at least a couple of good laughs), take a look at previous years' showings: 2007, 2008, and 2009.
|Friday February 12 2010||File under: poetry|
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|I was going to do something clever like have a newspaper with stories of celebrity break-ups or something like that to demonstrate flawed "introductions", but then I didn't. True story.
Another true story: wings are hard to draw, at least for me. The butt, however, came pretty easily. Hmmm...
Since this cartoon is kind of Valentine's Day themed, I don't feel it is out of place to remind you all that the annual Roses Are Red Poetry Slam is coming up quickly. (There will be an official post soon.) So start composing your poems now!
|Thursday February 11 2010||File under: comic|
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|At one point in my life, I aspired to become a scrapbooker. I had seen some really great scrapbooks (remember?), so I started saving all the necessary scraps of paper, ticket stubs, maps, pictures, etc. I put them all in a nice pile to be dealt with later*.
Well, since now piles are needing to be dealt with, I thought I would make a scrap-scan and call that as close I'll get. Besides, there will be more ticket stubs, scraps of paper, maps, pictures, etc. The real fun, for me, is in obtaining said scraps anyway.
(Most of these scraps are from my SE Asia trip and various trips east in 2008)
|Wednesday February 10 2010||File under: travel, misc|
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|I've been away from home quite a bit recently. According to my Sleeping Around calendar, I've only slept at home 9 nights since Nov. 15th*. Well, Ma has taken advantage of that time to tackle the Outback as her latest retirement-induced project.
(For those of you who don't know, the Outback is the garage/my room*. Concrete floors, lack of heat, plywood walls, and less than precise "finish carpentry" all add to the place's charm.)
With the help of the neighbor, Ma tore up the old carpet*, painted the concrete floors, and relocated all my spider friends. The place looks spic and span now (although IMHO less welcoming.*) One product of this epic cleaning is that my many piles of artifacts-of-my-life have now become fewer yet larger piles that demand to be gone through. Going through the piles is fun, but seeing them be weeded out is kind of sad. I guess that's how it goes.
The upside of pile reduction is the few blog posts that I hope it will produce. Scanned in personal crap that I at one time felt strongly enough to put in a pile under the bed instead of the garbage? What's not to look forward to?
(Oh, and it should be said that while I wasn't (and am still not really) a fan of this cleaning/reorganizing/etc. project, the ladies did a great job making the place look presentable. They say it smells much nicer too. I can't confirm that one.)
|Sunday February 7 2010||File under: misc|
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|I've recently had the [opportunity/coaxing] to go through a number of years of accumulated stuff.* Every piece of paper I pick up reminds me of something: a receipt for scooter work done while on the road to/from Vegas, a map of Chongqing China, crossword puzzles from all sorts of places*, and lists galore (shopping, todo, comic ideas, addresses, work chores, etc.)
There is one thing I've come across that I can't quite figure out. I'm having trouble reading the handwriting and thought I might call on ya'll to see if you could decipher it. Highlighted in this picture is a signature. Does anyone have any ideas?
Over the next week or two, I hope to work up a few more Hey-
|Friday February 5 2010||File under: misc|
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|I just got to thinking: how many webcomics are out there? Answer: A lot. I mean a lot. And I can see why. It is easy enough to "publish" them and the audience is huge, so someone is bound to think yours is funny*.
How do these reflections on the webcomic scene make me feel about my little month long experiment gone on way to long? It's tough to say. Sometimes, esp. after seeing a lot of other poorly drawn, not so funny comics, I feel like a metooer*. But then, when I look back through some of the previous comics, I smile and remember that at the very least, these incorrect perspective panels make me happy, and that should be enough.
|Thursday February 4 2010||File under: comic|
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