August 28th, 2011


This Is Why The Terrorists Hate Us

"I have learned that one of the benefits of a free society is the right to debase ourselves in any number of ways."
Sam And Max, Freelance Police

Well, if you're going to take advantage of a national tragedy to do something stupid, there are far worse things he could have done....

Goooooooooood bless Ameeeeeeeeericaaaaaaaaa....

P.S. I'm still wondering what possesses people to go out in the middle of a natural disaster to cover the news. This Stress Puppy strip is the only one from the original run that didn't appear on the Hard Way Studios site because of the language (they didn't spike it, I did). So you are actually seeing one of the lost strips here. So, for the first time anywhere, here's the Stress Puppy strip I officially titled, "This Ain't Going Online".

Worms Ready For Battle

On A Wing And A Prayer -- Hannah Singer Book 2 Is Coming

As I write this, I have just submitted the files and am waiting for them to be approved then for me to order the proof. Fortunately, I have a lot more turnaround time than I did last time.

On A Wing And A Prayer, the second Hannah Singer, Celestial Advocate collection, is on track for release on September 29. I should hear back in a day or two if the files are good. If so, it'll be time to order the proof, and then check it over for anything that needs to be fixed.

And then, the book releases.

Those of you who enjoyed the first book are probably wondering, What's in this one? Excellent question! This book has eight stories, 186 pages, over 87,000 words, once again from various points in Hannah's 700 year history as a Celestial Advocate. They are --

* ALTERED BOY -- Decades ago, Hannah led the first defense of a transsexual and not only got them into Heaven, but established a precedent that sex changes were not a mortal sin. Now, senior Church Jeff Fairchild thinks he has an angle to overturn the precedent, and he's going to use a very scared man as his pawn. Hannah has to think real fast to defend her client and the precedent.

* ARC ENEMIES -- Jumping back to the early days, in 1431. Hannah meets Joan Of Arc, and catches wind of a sinister plot by Victor Spire involving the Messenger Of God. Hannah has to unravel it quickly.

* DAY OF JUDGMENT -- In the first book, Hannah mentions the Churches tried to contest the existence of the Celestial Courts and lost badly. Want to know what happened? It's in here. Thomas Calvary seeks to argue to God Himself that the Celestial Courts should be dismantled. And God chooses Hannah to defend them.

* DEVIL MAY CARE -- It's Hannah's greatest challenge ever when Lucifer appears in court to argue for a soul to be Cast Down to him. With St. Michael preoccupied and no juniors she can trust, Hannah has to take on the Devil himself, all by herself.

* LIVE TO SERVE YOU -- A lower ranking Church manipulates circumstances so that he can Cast a slave from the pre-Civil War South who got mixed up in an uprising. His grounds are that the Bible says slaves are to serve their masters. He forces St. Michael and senior Church Henry Gallows out of the picture, and St. Michael retaliates by handing the case to Hannah. Hannah has to figure out a defense that doesn't undermine the Bible if she wants to save the soul.

* TWIST OF FATE -- (Those of you who read my original collection will recognize this as "Paradise Postponed".) A new Church, Jacob Palini, is contesting the petition of a squeaky clean guy who was murdered, and promises it's an argument that's never been tried before. It's a test of how fast Hannah can think on her feet as she gets ready to stare him down.

* BRING 'EM FAST, BRING 'EM YOUNG -- The Mormon church baptizes a Jew by proxy. Hannah not only decides to take the case, but she's going for a precedent that will disallow ALL Mormon baptisms by proxy. To do that, she not only has to face Fairchild, but also argue against the Mormon church itself.

* FULL COURT PRESS -- Fairchild has had enough of the Mormons, and moves to have the entire church decertified and unrecognized as an actual religion. Hannah, immediately after arguing against Mormons, now has to flip and defend them.

I'll let you know when things are set. Like the first book, this will be available on CreateSpace, Amazon, through Barnes & Noble, and just about any other avenue available. So get ready, September 29 is closing in....
Reflective Mermaid

Reaching Through Forever And Touching Nothing

Yesterday, I went to the comic shop. I thumbed through some of the DC comics there (got an idea for a cheap gag, which I will work on for next weekend). And I bought a few more DC comics than I usually do.

Those of you following along know what is about to happen. Next week, there is one DC comic shipping, Flashpoint #5. The one where everything changes yet again. New universe, new rules, all that. After that starts all new #1 for all DC titles, wiping the slate clean.

The comics that I picked up are meta. The characters seem acutely aware that the reboot is happening. The writers and artists are basically saying their goodbyes, not so much to the readers, as to the characters as they know them.

There's a lot of lines that have double meanings, like Power Girl at the end of her last issue saying, "We have all the time in the world." Supergirl ends talking about how, somehow, Supergirl will continue on, but she herself, her identity, she hopes isn't forgotten. Over in Justice League, Donna Troy is hoping she's forgotten about, although Batman (Dick Grayson) tells her, "I don't think anyone can forget about you." In Batgirl, Stephanie Brown tells Barbara Gordon, "It's only the end if you want it to be."

Things like this get to me. I don't mean they annoy me, but they hit me emotionally. It's not that I'm a sucker for this stuff. It's that it taps into a genuine fear of mine, one that everyone has but not everyone knows they have it. It's the fear of insignificance. The idea that you might as well have never existed. This is what made watching "Final Message From Moonbase Alpha" (the Space: 1999 fan film) tough. This is what made me stop watching the episode of Doctor Who where the Doctor is imploring Amy not to forget Rory.

It's a feeling that I face and deal with, but can never quite make my peace with. My mom and dad recently tried talking with me about what they perceive as a fatalistic attitude. In my defense, I don't think I'm fatalistic, just realistic. In the past...I don't know, half a year, maybe, there's been a slight difference in my perception of things. I knew that, someday, I was going to die. But it's different now. Now, it's like I can feel the ending is there. It's not here, it won't be for a while, but whereas before The End was just this vague concept, now, it has this presence to it. It's no longer something I don't notice. When we are young, we figure we have all the time in the world, that, over the years, we will get to the things we love, that we will carve out a physical representation of what we are, through our works or whatever. You just don't think about it. Now? It's there. I don't see it, but I feel it. Standing there, just waiting as I step closer to it each and every day.

Sorry for the digression, mom and dad and my attitude. I told them explicitly that I'm nothing, I'm no big deal. In the middle of their bullshit pep talks, I cribbed from Stephan Pastis to shut them up. The discussion went like this.

Okay, dad. How many people can you name that are alive right now in the 21st Century? Not people you know, just people you know are alive. Probably thousands, right?

"Well, maybe hundreds."

Okay. Now, how many people can you name that were alive in the 20th Century?


Good good good. Now, how many people can you name that were alive in the 18th Century?

* bit of a pause * "Lots."

Dozens, right? How many can you name that were alive in the 13th Century?

* more of a pause * "Quite a few."

Quite a few. That's interesting. many people can you name that were alive in the 7th Century?

* long pause * "I can't think of anyone."

No one? As in, nobody? No names? Nothing?


There! You could have been the greatest king, you could have been the mightiest warrior, you could have been the greatest healer, you could have been the wisest philosopher, and someone as smart as my dad will never have heard of you.

As we go through life, we change. It will always happen. There will be new experiences, and things that make our old experiences less important than they were. I look at my collection of video tapes, and if you sort them based on roughly when I acquired them, you can see my interests, attitudes, and expectations change, not to mention some things that I just ate up at the time not even registering my interest anymore. And some things that had me wondering why I didn't appreciate them more until recently (Space: 1999 is a good example of that). Some things don't change, like my fascination with cartoons and classics like Tom And Jerry and Looney Toons, but other things? I look back at some of them from my childhood or teen years and wonder what the hell I saw in them, how I could have found them funny or interesting.

The vast majority of us will never have a legacy. Our possessions as testimonial to who and what we were? When we are gone, they will scatter, either given away to others, sold to pay off our debts, or just thrown out. The singularity they present when together will get broken when we are no longer there for them to orbit around. Living through the memories of our friends? Eventually, they'll be gone, too. Our children will remember us and what we were like. Our grandkids MAY remember us and what we did, depending on what we were like when they reached awareness. Further back than that? You might as well be a name in a history book -- a collection of facts, and that's all. And yes, I count myself among that, comic books and books and computer games and everything and all. The odds of me being remembered as something other than a shorthand for the kinds of work I produced are astronomical.

It's not that the past will never die. The past is dead. It doesn't change. It's just there. There's only so much of it. My parents wondered why I needed another video game system when I had over 100 carts for my Atari 2600. Because, when there is nothing new for it, what do you do? The imagination, the creativity, the energy, is going to new systems. This is where you go to experience this excitement now. My interest in my Turbo Grafx 16 is marginal because there are only so many titles for it, even though I only have about 16 games for it so there is lots more for me to experience. It's already out there. It's over. The wonder of where your passion will take you next reaches a dead end down that street.

Like it or not, this phase of the DC Universe is over. And seeing the characters who had developed and changed railing against forces beyond their control, casting them aside for no real reason other than they just hits me hard. I don't feel a satisfying good-bye. I feel...I don't know. But whatever it is, it hits too close to home for me.

We all have our weaknesses. Emotional hot buttons that we can never get rid of. And in those moments, I don't see fictional characters. I see the people around me, looking at a world that they will never control, things they can never make right, praying that some part of them, even just the memory of them, lives on past them, and I feel very cold inside. Hoping against all hope that they mattered. That we matter. That, somehow, being alive and everything we've done isn't just a waste of everybody's time.

I wish my teacher was here right now so I could hug her, just for a few minutes. She's got years on me, so I know I'm going to have to face life without her. Just like I'm facing life without my oldest friends from ages ago (especially one in particular, I should have held on to her with everything I had), separated by things that can't be controlled or changed. That I miss so much, it literally hurts.

And I'm scared.