May 3rd, 2007


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So awhile back, Graphic Smash put a comment function on the comics, which means people can now comment on Digger directly.

And this is cool.

Well, mostly cool.

See, 'long about page 285, the comic becomes subscription only. We have vast free archives 'cos we opened 'em up for the Eisners last year, but if you want the next hundred pages and some change, it's pay only.

It's always been a subscription strip, people have always grumbled, but instituting the comment function now allows people to tell me exactly what they think when they hit the subscription wall. Generally they are not pleased.

Many of the comments are good natured grumbling, in the "the first hit's free" and "Wow, tough love,"kind of vein, there's a little begging here and there, some of them are the usual "Oh, no, I'm a poor college student," laments. (Really, people, there's no need to apologize. I don't get an e-mail notification when somebody reads the archives and stops there. I'm not hurt that you didn't keep going. I don't even know about it.) 

Couple of them get a little het up though. I'm mildly amused by the guy that saw fit to list the urls of all his favorite free comics, and by this gem:

"Great comic, but I will burn before I pay for it."

Ooookay. fun with that, okay?

It really doesn't bother me at all that people don't subscribe--comics are an overexpensive luxury for some of us, some people want the print collections rather than reading a page at a time on-line, some people just don't do that sorta thing, some people don't have the financial infrastructure to set up a subscription, whatever. There are sundry valid reasons, and really, it's no skin off my teeth either way.

But some of the comments keep me amused, and really, what other good are they?

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So as of t'other day, my kid brother Max--he's almost eight--has been diagnosed with episodic Tourette's and OCD.

The Tourette's, as I understand these things, is not uncommon in boys and has a high likelihood of fading off with adolescence. The OCD is probably here to stay, but it's relatively mild at the moment. The suspicion is that it's inherited--Mom's got the same symptoms, which is probably why she can work for a month with wee little brushes on a single painting.

While she points out that updating a comic faithfully for 400 pages is arguably pretty obsessive, I'm nevertheless pretty sure it skipped me--my periods of intense concentration top out at three days, and I have no problem with doing things half-assed or leaving them unfinished, plus I don't do any of the other peculiar little stress rituals. "But you're so good about getting things done on time!" she pointed out, to which I replied "Then how the heck do you tell being OCD from just being responsible?!"

Hell, maybe you can't tell--the vagaries of the human brain are a spectrum, not a set of boxes.

Anyway, that's beside the point. The reason I bring this up, O Readers, is to invite any commentary any of you may have on living with either OCD or childhood Tourette's--Mom's a bit off the map here and would probably appreciate the feedback, since all I was able to suggest was "Hey, you should totally watch "Monk." If you wish to post anonymously for obvious reasons, feel free.

Meanwhile, the LA thing is all poised waiting for a lawyer to finish reviewing a contract, a situation making all parties involved tear at their hair. I'm ready to go on 48 hour notice, but not knowing WHEN I'm going is starting to seriously cramp my style.

Chicken Shrine

I have recently been very enamored with the Day of the Dead and the notion of personal shrines. Somehow the two came together. 3-D isn't my strong suit, but this was fun to put together anyway, and has, of course, an obligatory chicken.

Chicken Shrine