So very close to the end of the semester. I can’t believe how fast it’s gone. In fact, I can’t believe how fast life has gone. Fellow CCSer Sean Knickerbocker saw this and said “Ha ha ha! You’re so sad!”
And he’s right. I better watch it or I’m going to get a permanent reputation for doing depressing comics.
And yes, that last panel is a reference to this.
I’m constantly catching myself humming songs from games and cartoons that I haven’t heard for five, ten, or even twenty years. This is one of those times…
Seth has discussed this with much greater eloquence, but it was still sort of fun to draw a cartoon brain.
One of the nicest things about being at CCS has been talking to other cartoonists about those quiet, indescribable aspects of drawing comics.
I’ve found it a little difficult to come up with interesting diary comics now that most of my life consists of sitting in a chair moving a pen back and forth. Luckily my brain doesn’t seem to sleep when I’m sleeping…
The story in this week’s diary comic became a weekly occurence throughout the semester.
It’s hard to constantly be exposed to so many brilliant creators without feeling a little overwhelmed and insignificant.
Every year, Steve Bissette takes his Drawing class to the Vermont Institute of Natural Science (VINS) to sit in a classroom and draw owls, falcons, and vultures (and one turtle). I was really taken with the turkey vulture.
Maybe it was just because I was listening to Tom Waits’ Bone Machine, but I couldn’t stop thinking about scavengers when I got home. They don’t seem to garner the sense of awe that eagles get, but I’m glad someone is there to clean up everyone’s messes.
Whew! After an intense couple of weeks of non-stop drawing, I’m back online and ready for some updates. To start, let’s get some god damn diary comics up! I’ve been trying to get these things posted every Tuesday. Technically, it is still Tuesday as I write this, so we’re still on schedule.
I was sick with the CCS Plague 2010 a couple of weeks ago, though I didn’t have it as bad as some. The worst part about it was realizing that standard Canadian remedies aren’t necessarily sitting on the shelf at the local corner store.
For my American friends who may be unfamiliar with Buckley’s Mixture. It’s a cough syrup that has been marketed with the slogan “It tastes awful, and it works” since the 1970s. It tastes a little like pine needles, mint, and gasoline, but it’s really not as bad as it sounds. And it really works. Oh how it works. It scares a cough away. I think you can actually get it in the States, but only at certain drug stores.
Just saying, if anyone is looking for a Christmas present for me…
Most of the time, I don’t think of my teenage years much. For the most part, I wasn’t a particularly exciting teenager. I went to school, and then went home and played video games and drew pictures. That was it.
But every time I find myself in a mountain forest, I suddenly have a jolt of memories.
The story in this week’s diary comic is becoming increasingly true as more and more of my time is spent working on assignments. Faculty, alumni, and second-year students refer to the first semester at CCS as cartoonist boot camp, and they’re not kidding when they say this. Every week I think the workload couldn’t possibly get any heavier, but…
On the third week of classes, Steve Bissette took us to his poet friend Peter Money’s property, which looks up at Mount Ascutney. Peter encouraged us to inform our own writing with details of our surroundings. As CCS students suddenly living in small town Vermont, it made a lot of sense to investigate our new backdrop.
I enjoyed the outing for a number of reasons, but the silence and feeling of solitude was what really stayed with me. The only parameter for the diary comic this week was to include Mount Ascutney in some way.