Archive - Feb 8, 2004
What web community doesn't long for one of its members to start up a webcomic to poke good-natured (or not so good-natured) fun at its trends, obsessions, idiocies, and painfully true stereotypes? Jorge Cham's Piled Higher and Deeper (PhD) provides much needed humor for its target audience – an isolated group whose self-imposed cognitive dissonance is viewed as eccentric or downright incomprehensible by their families and friends. Rather like that last sentence, actually.
Building from the Roof Down
It just occured to me that I feel like making something pretty and warm.
I've been in that mood lately. A picture of a cat precariously balanced on something and asleep, near a fire, in a darkened room with maybe a window that showed how cold the world outside is. The cat would have a slight smile on its face.
Draino for the Brain
Ever have those moments when you can FEEL a major gushing feeling inside, as if your brain and soul bladders were ooze-bursting with those five pitchers of creativity you just chugged down last night while watching some TV show, reading a good book, or being out on the prowl with your posse?
Knowing that the dam's gonna blow anytime, you rush over to your desk, pull out a sheet of instant paper porta-potty (or perhaps you're more of a Windows WordCrapper 2000-kinda person), unzip your mind to whip out your "ballpoint", and then...
...nothing comes out.
Welcome to the painful condition known as Creative Constipation.
Bill Duncan is ComixPediaâ€™s Art Director and Staff Doodler as well as the creator of Monster Hollow, Japanimation Fist, and other work. He is a Canadian, and an avid reader of comics on the web and otherwise. He has been a dishwasher, tree-trimmer, projectionist, translator, reporter, editor, and teacher, and thought he might like to be an art director for awhile.
Bill likes to write and draw and spend time with the Interviews Editor who says she will marry him someday (if he'll just stop doodling long enough). Much of what he doodles ends up in the dunktank.
"Campbell Campbell Campbell!" the thread screamed at me, flaring a red "angry" face at the top of the message board.
It was late. I was tired and sleep-deprived, and we had just officially begun the War on Terror, but I tried to steel myself for whatever the message might have to say. I tried, but not hard enough.
"I would have thought that the last story would have been enough to get him to put down the pen forever. I guess not."