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submitted by dave:
(0226 17.12.02)
I feel just terrible for failing to get the comic out Monday
morning. It's the first time I've missed an update since the inception
of The Bearded Men, and plenty of you noticed. This isn't MacHall,
where we lure you in with the pretty visuals and then update whenever we
damn well please. And it isn't Megatokyo, with sporadic updates
constituting what amounts to a softcore porno for anime fiends. We may
never have advertisers, and we may never have more than twenty readers,
but we'll do our damnedest to update when we say we will, or at least
have a good excuse for the absence of one.
Bowen pointed out to me today that getting me to do ANYdamnTHING is
like pulling teeth. Evidentiary of his point is how the comic is never
updated before 7AM the day it's due. Well, it takes a lot of "impending
deadline doom" to motivate me. Is that so wrong?
I've done a lot of talk about how I intend to spend the coming week
playing GTA Vice City and otherwise committing myself to a crap-ton of
not a GD thing as we in the industry call it (what industry? I
dunno....). This is not entirely true, as intend to do a whole
story-arc to fill the space in which I will be at home, far from the
reach of a scanner, etc. It's a little different than the brand of
humor you might expect to see here, but it's still gonna be me and
Bowen, and it'll still be motivated mainly by making you laugh, and by
giving us a chance to rant. Watch this space.
Love you all -- HalKilla
submitted by
dave: (1336
18.12.02)
My computer hates the idea of me doing the comic. Perhaps it
wasn't a good idea to work in the newest photoshop in a super-high
resolution on a machine with a less-than-usual amount of RAM. I'm gonna
drop a couple of nukes on this machine and try to have something up for
you all soon.
submitted by
bowen: (0355
18.12.02)
I have a big problem with Christmas specials on TV, especially
the new ones. It seems like everytime I turn on the tube between
Thanksgiving and New Years, all I see is "The Christmas That Almost
Wasn't But Then Was Again Because Mortimer the Talking Christmas Rat
Saved the Snow Queen From The Abonimable Snowman." What do talking
animals have to do with Christmas anyways? Did they find Bessie the Cow
wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger, because if so, I
must have missed that Sunday School Class. At least our parents had the
benefits of intelligent Christmas specials like 'A Charlie Brown
Christmas' or 'Rudolph' which has to be applauded merely for the fact it
featured the first human/elf claymation homosexual relationship (you
can't tell me there wasn't something going on between Yukon Jack and
that dentist elf kid.) If the cartoons weren't bad enough, the movies
are even worse. If I see one more TV movie where the mysterious stranger
saves that saved the town turns out to be an angel, or a grumpy old guy
experiences the true meaning of Christmas because some snot nosed
neighbor kid brought him some cookies, I'm just gonna snap. To say
Christmas is commercial is blase, but I'm going to go so far as to say
it's stupid as well. All the media's portrayal of Christmas has taught
me is that sometimes the Holy Savior apparently needs to be milked.
Epininions:
These epinions are available for your perusal. Be forewarned, Bowen
hates everything.
Sly Cooper
Rygar: This one's especially harsh...
Ratchet & Clank
All Bowen's E-pinions... check out the "They" review.
If you do anything like this, send me the link and I'll throw it up
here. We want to see what you hate.
submitted by
dave: (1621
19.12.02)
Just a couple of thoughts here. One is, at a certain point, my
brain shut down to the degree that I was forced to look up the word
"square" more than once, just to be sure of the spelling.
The second is, AWRy pointed out that the logo at the top of the
page here is kinda crappy. I thought so too, but I can't think of what
might look better there. If you have an idea,
send it along.
Job Hunting
Ben appeared in the comic with a "Hire Me" nametag last week. He
was given a job within a couple of days. Magic, my friends. Magic.
Congratulations, Ben. |
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