Krell Laboratories: True/False 2014: The Higgs Boson Blues -
Looking at Particle Fever and the end of physics in a dispatch from the True/False film festival on my movie blog today.
I don’t know if it was by design—it probably wasn’t—but one of the first line-ups of films at this year’s True/False put Particle Fever right before 20,000 Days on Earth. Particle Fever documents the starting of the Large Hadron Collider, one of the largest science experiments ever mounted by human beings. One of the primary aims of the Large Hadron Collider was to verify the existence of the Higgs Boson, the keystone of the current Standard Theory of how the universe works. 20,000 Days on Earth follows musician Nick Cave as he composes his last album, Push the Sky Away, including a song called “The Higgs Boson Blues.” If it wasn’t planned, it’s a classic case of synchronicity. Really, there’s no guarantee that the audiences for these film would be substantially made up of the same people, so why plan something like that?
Be that as it may…
The Exile & Happy Landing Of Natalie Ríos, Page 12 is go!
And uncharacteristically worksafe as the final act begins! (Don’t worry, that won’t be a trend.)
You should really click through to see the full-size version and take in the breahtaking linework on that first panel there!
Also, I really want Dayanara’s entire outfit. I know I co-created her, but Dayanara has become sort of a style icon for me throughout this project.
Christianne significantly reworked this scene from my script so that it would actually look nice on the page, because she is the world’s most patient collaborator and will tolerate tidying up the work of an amateur.
So excited to see this comic approach completion! As ever, you can read the previous pages at http://is.gd/ExileNR
Self-reblog for morning people because that hat is too fantastic to miss!
Reblogging to assert my authorship of the drawing and because I need to be more proactive in self-promotion. (I’m glad you like the hat, especially since it’s not “floppy” like you wrote).
types of gay guys the media portrays:
- stereotypically feminine and overly flamboyant drama kid
- closeted jock
Types of gay girls the media portrays
- Heartbroken, unhappy lesbians
- Dead lesbians
- Heartbroken, unhappy lesbians who then die
types of asexual people the media portrays:
types of bisexual girls the media portrays:
- Actually she’s a lesbian now (see above)
- Actually she’s just straight
Types of Trans women the media portrays
- Trans women who are the victims of bigoted, lazy, transphobic ‘humour’ where we get referred to as either ‘Men dressed as women’ or ‘Women who used to be men’
- Dead trans women
Virginia Just Instituted a Transgender Student Inclusion Policy That Excludes Transgender Students -
Virginia has drafted regulations to allow trans teenagers to compete on sports teams of their actual gender, except that they’re requiring any student who wants to participate on the appropriate team to have:“undergone sex reassignment,” which means “surgical anatomical changes” including “external genitalia changes and gonadectomy”
I’ll take this moment to point out that the YOUNGEST person to undergo sex reassignment surgery was 16, and that was in a nation with socialized healthcare so cost wasn’t a barrier. Not to mention not all trans people WANT surgery, and forcing it on them just to be recognized as the correct gender is terrible.
This is just some of the sickest “inclusion” I have ever seen since TERFs claiming they try to protect trans people by removing our access to medicine.
Jesus Fucking Christ, what is WRONG with people?
As usual, this was much delayed by real-world obligations, but relatively safe for work for a change. Not even any bad language! This is substantially different from what Katie wrote for this page (and the next two, for that matter). The content was all there in the script, but it was arranged in a way that would have been very difficult for me to draw. I asked if she minded if I re-wrote parts of this then bounced it off of her. She was more than receptive to my ideas. This is the way collaboration works, and Katie has been a complete joy to work with. The first panel is mostly Pitt pens, while the rest is brush and ink. Plus lots of white-out and digital corrections. More than I would like. The master post for the Exile with all pages is here. (via Christianne’s Art and Comics: Exile Page 12)
A Word About The Creator of Rocket Raccoon -
So the Guardians of the Galaxy trailer was sweet. We all love Rocket Raccoon. He’s a raccoon that shoots a gun, after all! Who could say no to that?
But he didn’t spring, fully formed, from the ether, despite what people may think happens with artwork on Tumblr. He was created by a legendarily prolific Marvel Comics creator, and the story of Bill Mantlo does not have a happy ending.
Until his regression in Georgia, there was hope that with enough rehabilitation, Bill might one day return to his home, living with assistance but actually having something approaching a normal life. Now, that seems impossible.
“At this stage, there really isn’t much that he gets out of life,” Mike says. “He doesn’t like to eat. He doesn’t like to listen to music. He doesn’t like to watch TV. He doesn’t like to read. He doesn’t want to do anything. It’s very difficult.”
If a way could be found to get Bill in front of a computer, perhaps with dictation software, Mike feels that Bill could probably write a story. But that depends entirely on whether Bill could maintain his concentration long enough to form a creative thought. These days, it does not happen often.
Mike does not have a large collection of Bill’s writing. But he does have a printout of the computer journal Bill kept while he was at Meadowbrook. Many of the entries contain loose details that appear to be connected to his Martian invasion story. But there are personal notes interspersed that reflect Bill’s own anguish, and his resistance to the very treatments that were slowly returning him to normal.
“My name is Bill Mantlo,” he writes in his last personal entry. “I want to go home.”
At they say, read the whole thing.
Bill Mantlo is in hospice care and his family approaches destitution due in part to the flamboyant failures of the American health care system, but frankly, the fact that he doesn’t see much in the way of royalties for his work cannot possibly be helping. Marvel is about to release a movie that will probably pull in half a billion dollars at the minimum, and Mantlo’s family won’t see anything from it.
If comics taught me anything, it taught me that that isn’t right.
So I urge people who are looking forward to that movie to donate what you can, when you can, to the Hero Initiative - a charity dedicated to being the safety net that too many comics creators lack - and specifically to Bill Mantlo’s care. When Guardians of the Galaxy comes out, I’ll see it, but to do so in good conscience I’ll donate an amount equal to the cost of my ticket to the Hero Initiative. I did this last year with Man of Steel and the year before with Avengers.
It’s only right.
Bill Mantlo is the reason I read comics to this very day. He was a terrific creator and this is just sad. I hope Marvel can see its way to doing right by him the way they were shamed into doing for Dave Cockrum. Now that they’re owned by Disney, though, I despair of this happening.
Anonymous asked: You play D&D? I seriously doubt that. I bet you don't even know what dice are.
Wait wait wait so you’re telling me
That these things aren’t elaborately shaped slightly mathematical candies?
I’m still gunna check
AS WE ALL KNOW, WE WOMEN CANNOT UNDERSTAND COMPLICATED THINGS LIKE DICE
ONLY MANLY MEN KNOW WHAT DICE ARE
Can I call anon a fake geek anon for thinking dice are just a D&D thing?
Bitch, I WRITE roleplaying games!
Remember when we were in that competition to play test that battle arena game and we were the last two left and the DM was like, “and it comes down to two girls” all confused. And I was using a Delirium fig as a mini and that fake geek boy didn’t even know what Sandman was and just called it the pink girly thing? Good times.
Ha! And that game developer seemed outright insulted that girls were the best at his game. I distinctly remember a look of horror on his face when we told him we played Command & Conquer, so tactics weren’t that big a deal. This hobby was so much easier before all these fake geek guys started popping up.
Krell Laboratories: The Play's The Thing -
Looking at Synecdoche, New York on my movie blog, and a little bit at the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman.
According to the folks at my local art house, Hoffman appeared in more films to play their screens than anyone else other than Patricia Clarkson. They decided to send Hoffman off with a screening of his 2008 film, Synecdoche, New York, one of Charlie Kaufman’s existential mindfucks. Given the way that the film maneuvers itself into a state of nothingness, it’s likely the perfect film to stand as the actor’s epitaph. It’s a film I’ve resisted writing about, in part because I’m not sure how to encompass all of the thoughts it evokes. It’s a film where its metacinematic structures create a vortex that sucks everything into it. More than that, it’s a film that defies easy synopsis and forget about unpacking everything in it in the 1200 words of a blog post. Future film scholars will pore over feelies of this film like cyberpunk Talmudic scholars.
Krell Laboratories: All Roads Lead To Rome -
After a week of sketchy internet, I finally have a new post up at my movie blog. Looking at The Great Beauty, Italy’s Foreign Language Oscar submission.
The Great Beauty is a wildly digressionary film. It follows dozens of narrative threads, often to dead ends—the couple who make a living as nobles for hire, for instance, or the magician who is rehearsing an act where he makes a giraffe disappear. Many of them resurface at the end. Many of them do not. This is not strictly speaking a linear narrative, but it’s not the kind of narrative that fractures time, either (though it does have some flashbacks). This is a mosaic film, a picaresque, even. It’s always watchable. It’s almost always thrilling to watch. Those narrative excressences may not add to anything—though for the most part, I believe that they do—but they are almost all small pearls of story unto themselves. Thematically, they’re linked by ideas about art, about beauty, about sex, about aging, about Rome itself, and about cinema. I think it’s important, though the idea is never really developed, that the first languages spoken in this film are German, Japanese, and English. The film opens with a short vignette depicting a tour bus where one of the tourists drops dead. The image of Roma as a kind of theme park persists through out the film. The filmmakers are scrupulous about giving the audience a tour of the monuments. Besides, Rome has always been a cosmopolis. THE cosmopolis, actually, whether during the Roman Empire or the glory days of the Cinecitta. The fact that the first languages spoken in the film are not Italian is one of the movie’s most nuanced jokes, given that Italian films were notorious for their international casts, always speaking their own languages and post-dubbed after the fact. In another scene at one of the film’s many parties, a fading TV star is seen snorting lines of coke in the kitchen. After the party is over, she stumbles into the morning daylight, looks up, and sees jets tracing contrails across the sky. It’s one of the best visual puns I’ve ever seen, but it contains a vague horror at the trap of ennui.This is a funny film when it’s not being dark and introspective. Hell, even then, too.
Skip the Makeup: Send this one out for Lou and Rachel: the trans girlfriend turned mystery meme -
Skip the Make-Up is the blog I want Krell Laboratories to be when it grows up. I don’t even know why I bother. Here’s the best account of Lou Reed’s relationship with Rachel Humphreys that I’ve read.
Anonymous asked: $100 is a lot of money for a single page.
how much is a loaf of bread? hm? $3? $5?
At my local grocery store, bread is about $4.50 for a decent size italian loaf. If I make $7.25 and hour, that means I’d have to work 37 and a half minutes for a Loaf of bread.
but hey, that’s not so bad right? Work two hours and you’ll have a sandwich, eh?
Oh hey, turns out I also need toilet paper, rice, chicken, some veggies, a can of soup, and some cereal. (to name a few basic groceries one might need on a budget) we’ll round those things down to $25 just to make the math easier.
at $7.25 an hour I’ll have to work about 3 and a half hours for basic groceries.
That doesn’t include bills or gas or all the other groceries I need, That’s ONE quick trip to the store and I already have to work half a day just for that.
You don’t understand Anon, my pages could take HOURS if not DAYS. Between the sketching, inking, colouring, lettering, and finishing it’s taken at least a full two day’s work if not longer for each page.
I have a job that pays me beans, I cannot afford to post more pages a week without compensation. I literally cannot afford to do that. Not to mention the idea that art is only worth minimum wage cheapens the amount of work and effort that goes into producing it. I should be making WELL ABOVE minimum wage for my art via page count and commissions but it’s this damn “deviant art” mindset that makes people feel like they’re being swindled for paying a livable wage to artists. It’s rude and childish and I ask that you please stop considering artists as less worthy of affording a normal life.
You can either pay me what I ask for what you want or stop complaining about what I already give you for free.
I know I reblogged posts like this before…I shall post some more! Not only do a lot of artists under value their work, a lot of the consumers do too. This post is wonderful and very true. Please read and pass it on. :)