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Shout, Shout, Let It All Out…

Saturday, April 19th, 2008

I skipped out on Penguicon this year (it’s my favorite out-of-state convention), and it’s probably a good thing. All of Tuesday night was spent making trips to the bathroom to shout at the porcelain, and while this sort of thing usually kills a day or two, I was still running a fever and losing precious sleep Friday night, and stumbling around all achey like a zombie on a no-brains diet on Saturday.

Penguiconners, I missed you this weekend, and for this you should be thankful. Whatever I’ve got, you don’t want.

I colored two pages of Bonus Story before falling ill, and then, in spite of the illin’ an’ chillin’, I actually managed to bang out a week of comics on Friday and Saturday. They’ll probably need touch-ups when Smart Howard checks back in for work Monday, but most of the heavy lifting is done.

I know, I know… the buffer is supposed to give me time off for sickness, but with book deadlines crushing me, and conventions coming in May (Hello, Leprecon!) I really don’t want to lose a week just because the new entrees from Panda Express thought so much of themselves they demanded I taste them twice.

When I called my friend Bob Defendi to let him know I couldn’t join his game Wednesday night, I told him I probably wouldn’t be eating at Panda for a looong time to come. “The taste of chinese food on the way back up is one of those memories that just won’t let go,” I said. Bob told me that would be a great first line for a book. It made me laugh, but laughing still hurt a lot.

Sorry for the huge quantities of “Too Much Information.” I’m sure you’ll agree (to complete the song lyric in the title of this post,) “these are the things we can do without.”

Sick Week

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

I fell ill Monday afternoon. It cut my workday short. For the rest of the week I tried to muscle through it, propping myself up with piles of Vitamin C, caffeine, cold medicine, and mid-day sleep.

I’m still wiped out. I managed to get a very small amount of work done during my six-day work week: two pages of Bonus Story, and 2/3 of a week of comics. I’m grateful for the buffer. Here’s hoping the coming week goes a little better. I really, REALLY need to finish the Bonus Story and cover for The Teraport Wars so we can start printing books (and, by extension, selling books and paying the bills.) What I failed to get done, in spite of some aggressive convalescing on Thursday, Friday, and Sunday, was get better. It’s frustrating, because usually any task I devote half a day to gets finished.

On a semi-related (and cross-posted from the Nightstar forum) note, We are very, very close to the end of Book 9: The Body Politic, which will draw to a close on Thursday the 28th. Book 10: I’d better Hurry Up And Name This Thing Or People Will Start To Suspect That I Make This Crap Up On The Run begins on Friday, February 29th… the day I turn 40.

Is it coincidence that Book 10 begins on the 10th Leap Day since my birth? Is there numerological significance to it? There MUST be…. otherwise I’m not just making this crap up on the run, I’m getting infernally lucky at the same time.

Enough of that. I’ll post more “wall-o’-postcards” updates, along with a link to this week’s Writing Excuses sometime Monday morning. For now, however, I’m chugging some Nyquil and going to bed.

Silence Equals Excercise

Thursday, November 15th, 2007

I keep meaning to update this blog, and then keep not doing it because the time I usually spend doing it I’ve been spending walking a few blocks in order to shed some particularly ugly pounds.

The good news is that five of those pounds have come off. The bad news is that all of the good ideas I usually have for blogging have been displaced by thoughts of putting one foot in front of the other. And then the Voices In My Head start yammering, and when I come back home I’m writing scripts for the strip instead of insightful, wry-and-dry commentary for this page.

I like it when the bad news is actually just another flavor of good news.

A Breath of Fresh Air

Wednesday, February 7th, 2007

b0002hs6km01-aeo1ysq570uwr_aa200_sclzzzzzzz_.jpgWhen I plunked down $450 on the Austin Health-Mate air purifier, last week I expected to be disappointed, and to execute the “money back if you’re not satisfied” clause. But I was desperate, because my allergies and asthma were as bad as I ever remember them being.

Well, the escape clause will remain un-escaped, much as I’d love to have $450 rattling around in my pocket.

Yesterday my nose ran like a faucet, my lungs sounded like an accordion, and I went through kleenex like I own stock in the company. I doped up on Excedrin PM for a good night’s sleep, but in the morning as the meds wore off, I started to go drippy and wheezy again.

Late this morning the Health-Mate finally showed up. I yanked it out of the box, plugged it in upstairs, and got back to work. For two hours I was still a little drippy, but then I noticed a smell, and at about the same time I noticed that I was breathing clearly.

The smell… well, it smells like a really good air-freshener, only not “sticky.” What does clean air smell like? Surprisingly, it doesn’t smell like “nothing.” But it also doesn’t smell like whatever allergens have been blowing around inside my house for the last who-knows-how-long. It just smells… clean.

The real test for this sucker will be in April, when the pollen starts a blowin’. If I can wake up in the mornings without the runny nose and watery eyes… ahh, bliss.

I’ve been spending upwards of $50 per month on allergy treatments for the past four years, and while they’ve helped significantly, I’m not cured. Spending the equivalent of 9 months of that treatment money on keeping the air clean in the house for five years is worth it.

Yeah, I know. The filter probably won’t last that long, and it’s a two hundred dollar item. But Austin has a pro-rated usage clause saying that if your last filter does NOT last five years, you don’t pay full price on the new one. NICE.

Regardless, it’s still worth it.

UPDATE:  the morning of February 8th

I woke up without a head full of snot for the first time in recent memory. I did have a little bit of coughing and wheezing right about the time the furnace kicked in, which means that the filter in my bedroom had to play catch-up as the furnace blew fresh crap around the room (yes, we’ve cleaned the ducts, grills, and central filter), but that little jag only lasted maybe 30 seconds, and then I was back asleep.

Over the next few days we’ll be cleaning house, and moving the purifier into the room where we clean — hopefully chasing down piles of allergens, dust, mold spores, and who knows what else.

Automating Naptime

Wednesday, January 24th, 2007

For the past five years or so I’ve had one and only one playlist for “go to sleep” — Oceanic, by Vangelis. The tracks on this CD blend seamlessly one to the next, and the arc of the album is such that I’m probably asleep by Track 6, provided I was lying down when it played. That CD has been played literally every day at bedtime since sometime in 2002. It also gets used at naptime, and now that I’m a cartoonist and have the option to take a siesta midday like a proper mexican human being, the CD gets played twice a day, on the average.

With gapless playback in the new iPod I got for Christmas, I was ready to take it to the next level, but it required the following gift from Chalain to complete the technological package.

Teac iPod table-top clock radio

I now have three playlists for the purposes of automating my sleepy-time events.

Vangelis 'Oceanic'1) Vangelis Oceanic, all by itself, for bedtime.
2) Vangelis Oceanic, followed by some techno tracks from OCRemix.org, for naptime.
3) The “wake-up” playlist of upbeat techno and pop, triggered by an alarm on the iPod.

Now at naptime I use the “quicknap” playlist described under #2 above. Instead of sometimes sleeping through the last track of Oceanic and not waking up (as happens when I’m really tired and short on sleep) I pop awake after 50 minutes, because no way am I going to sleep through the tracks that follow.

Life is good when you can take naps midday just like the siesta-lovin’ peoples of Central America. Life is even BETTER when those naps can be automated. If there is a defining point at the apex of the “sloth” curve, automating naptime has to be pretty close.

(NOTE: The Teac pictured above is a far cry from the best iPod dock-radio out there. You can’t select playlists with the remote, and the audio fidelity is decidedly sub-Bose. But 90% of the time it’s playing I’m ASLEEP, and according to Chalain it was only about $45 at CostCo.)

Hey, I’m Not Dead

Monday, November 6th, 2006

I feel a lot better today. Perhaps even well enough to script, pencil, ink, and color a week of Schlock. I just need to quit digging through these Dragon Dice and begin actually working.

Book Review: Matt Furey’s Combat Conditioning

Sunday, July 9th, 2006

As promised, here’s a review of Matt Furey’s Combat Conditioning: Functional Excercises for Fitness and Combat Sports. Let’s start with the title:

Furey is using a very wide, Darwinist definition of “fitness” in that subtitle. This is not a book that will make you fit for body-building competitions, nor for clean-and-jerk record-setting. This is a book that will make you fit for surviving in harsh conditions, and that will condition you for the martial arts. In Furey’s own words, “that means strength, endurance, and flexibility.”

Before I go much further, Furey has his detractors, and they make good case against some of his personal claims. I’ve read it all, and found that none of it changes the validity of the principles taught in this particular book.

Simply put, calisthenics and kata are the most effective fitness programs you can find. If you’ve trained with a personal trainer lately, there is a greater focus now on what they call “core strength.” The world’s militaries have known all about this for centuries, and the exercises they use to train recruits are — you guessed it — calisthenics and kata. Furey’s book features what he believes to be the most effective calisthenics, and based on what I’ve been able to do so far, it’s good stuff.

I spent about eight months studying karate back in 1999. The calisthenics and kata we did worked me harder than any weight training I’d ever done before, or have done since. Looking back I regret not making the time to keep with the program. In starting Furey’s Combat Conditioning, muscle memory took over quickly, as my body “remembered” how good this kind of stuff is.

It also remembered how HARD it is. Yes, my legs and arms are in better shape here three weeks later, and my back is more flexible, but I still can’t do the bridge properly, and many of the supplemental exercises in the book still defy me.

This is a good thing. While it’s certainly not the only fitness book you’ll ever need, mastering what’s in it will take a while. If you’re up to the challenge, you will end up in fantastic shape by the time you’re hitting the suggested goals for form and repetition.

The best part about these exercises, though, is that you can do most of them almost anywhere. You need no special equipment… just enough space to swing a small cat. As a cartoonist on a tight budget, that really appeals to me. Furey does suggest the use of an exercise ball (as a “crutch” if you’re really having trouble with the bridging exercises), and one of the supplemental techniques requires a towel and a smooth floor, but that’s it for stuff you’re unlikely to have handy.

Furey also offers a free daily emailing… I haven’t subscribed yet, but I’ve heard from others that a reminder in the mailbox goes a long way towards helping them get off their butts and onto the floor for a workout.

On the downside, the book needs a good editor, and some of the photgraphs don’t work well at clarifying the form you should be shooting for. Ideally a book like this would use illustrations and diagrams rather than just photographs. Still, most of the exercises are simple enough that you can figure them out from the pictures and text provided.

Yes, I got paid for running the ad for this book, and I also accepted a complimentary copy of the book in exchange for writing a review. I can now put “paid in full” on my obligations, and move on to other things, but I’m not going to. This book will be kept where it’s handy, and I am going to keep doing workouts from its pages.

(I’m also going to have another pass through Karate-Do Kyohan, and see if I can find room in my living spaces for some of those kata I’ve all but forgotten how to do.)

Cottage Industry

Wednesday, May 10th, 2006

Much as it pained me to end pre-orders (”hey… I’m not getting money in my mailbox any more”), I see now why it had to be done. Sandra spent all day yesterday sorting the mailing lists, and is going to spend all day today hauling children around while she nails down final details at various business supply stores and post offices in town.

Meanwhile, I’ve got cartooning to do. Much as I’d love to help with the organizational aspects of this little publishing empire we’re creating (that was said tongue-in-cheek, by the way), if books really do show up Monday morning, if I keep pinching myself and discovering that I’m already awake and actually living the dream, then come Monday I’ll be chained to my drawing table for something like 60 hours signing and sketching. And that means that THIS week I have to crank out two weeks of comics.

It shouldn’t be a big deal, except for the fact that my hands keep going numb. The chiropractor (I really need to write up my experience with this guy) tells me the ulnar nerve is now UN-pinched, but that it may take a week or more for the inflammation to die down. Fortunately, the numbness doesn’t keep me from working. It’s not like carpal tunnel, with debilatating pain followed by actual crippling. Still, it’s distracting. I’ll be seeing him again in a couple of hours, and then heading off to the Keep where I’ll pencil, ink, and concentrate on good posture. And yes, I’m concentrating on good posture while I write this. My hands are fine for the moment.

Yesterday Sandra talked to the nice people who are shipping us the mailers we’ll be shipping your books in. Our second order of mailers has been found, and will arrive on Friday. When we measured our house to make sure there was room in it for thousands of books, we didn’t measure it to make sure there was ALSO room for thousands of mailers. As we discovered when the first 700 of them arrived, the bubble-mailers take up far more space than the books do.

Kiki and her friend Polly (names have been changed to protect underage youth) stamped that first 700 with “Media Mail” and “Do Not Bend” stamps. I recall Steve Jackson counseling me about self-publishing, saying that as with any cottage industry, it tends to require the help of everyone in the cottage. If I have to keep more than a few hundred mailers in stock at any one time, however, we’re going to need to upgrade the entire cottage to “cabana,” or maybe “bungalow.”

Or maybe I’ll just put the entertainment center in the garage. The kids won’t be watching television anymore. There’s postage to be licked.