Going Black

So, within the next couple of hours, Dim Bulb Comics will be blinking off. I'm switching domain name registrars and because of it, dimbulbcomics.com will be MIA for about 42 days. This sucks, but it's a necessary evil.

Besides, it's not like there are any comics coming through here these days.

The Titan's Curse

Third book. Also awesome. This was difficult to do, though, because I was so far removed from the book by the time I drew it. Still haven't started on the drawing from the fourth...That's gonna be a bear, too...

No, not a bear drawing...

Sea of Monsters

This would be from the second Percy Jackson book. Also quite awesome.

Channeling Ramos

So, like I mentioned before, I've been reading lately...you know, because I just remembered how. And, if you remember, or if you scan down a bit, I started reading the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series, which is awesome pulped, pressed and bound in either paper or hardback form. If you have any interest at all in awesome, and Greek mythology, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, I've been a bit obsessed with the series, having read books 2 & 3 Monday and Tuesday this week. Today, I was having fits because I couldn't find an available copy of book 4 anywhere in the school. I checked the same bookcases, like, 6 times hoping, praying that it would be there. Still, I know that a kid on my boys' homeroom's team (long explanation if you don't know what I mean) has the book and he was within 40 pages of finishing, so hopefully, I'll catch it at the library after he returns it.

All that to say, I've also been inspired to draw interpretations of scenes from each one. This is the first one, from the first book. If you can't read the scrawl at the bottom, it says "Percy Jackson in the Underworld." The next one, in which Percy faces down the cyclops Polyphemus, is much better, I think. Still, I like the hint of Ramos in Percy.

Humberto Ramos, I mean. I love his stuff.

Literati

On the advice of someone who knows, I've picked up my reading lately. I finally finished a book by Raymond E. Feist that I started back in August...I'd blamed the time it took on being busy, but it turns out that it may've been lack of interest. Now, Feist is probably my favorite author, so it was hard for me to admit that I didn't like his book, but, there it is. I came to this realization with the next book that I read, the choice being influenced by my desire to teach and the age range that I'd like to and such. The book was The Lightning Theif by Rick Riordan, the first in the series Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Awesome.

Lots of action, lots of references to Greek mythology, and the story itself wasn't too bad either. I finished it in my customary two days...and that was while I was working. ...I don't mean I read it while I was working...this week was only two days long because of Thanksgiving and I read it in those two. Anyway... In a lot of ways, it reminded me of American Gods and Anansi Boys. You know...except that it was geared for kids in middle school and junior high. All in all, it was pretty good stuff.

Then, the next day, I read Rules. I forget who the author is (yes, the book is like 15 ft. away, but I'm lazy...you can Google it), but it's about a girl who's brother is autistic and some stuff that happens to her over a summer.

I was bored.

It's not that it's a bad book. It's just that it's a girl book. It's all about relationships and stuff and in its 200 pages it just went. There were some genuinely funny parts, but the fact is that it was a horrible choice for a follow-up to something as high energy as The Lightning Thief. I didn't choose it so much as it was chosen for me, though. So, in short, I'll probably read the next three of the Percy Jackson books and avoid anything else by the author of Rules.

Lord of the Video

MONKEY UPDATE!

ITEM! THE MARKET FALLS AS THE ACID RISES!
I've been off Prilosec for a week now, give or take a bit. I feel like someone's been dancing on the tip of my sternum. It is unpleasant. I'll be going back on it soon, but I ran out and need to get to Wal-Mart. Yay. One of the many things we'll be picking up when we finally breakdown and go. I hate giving them money. So very much.

ITEM! COMICS KEEP ROLLING!
Every day has been a new test for continuing the comic I've got going on above. I draw one every weekday, which means that even though it posts thrice a week, I'm actually drawing two extra. If I count right, that means that I've got enough to finish the month. Of course, that's just a guess. I'd have to "look" to know for sure. The thing is, every day, as I sit down to draw the comic, I wonder, "What the heck can I actually do more?" I can already tell that some are not as successful as others, but I'm enjoying testing the boundaries of a comic that has such odd rules for storytelling. I do not use words for dialogue. I do not use people. I use background sparingly. But, anything else goes. So long as it can happen to a blob creature.

ITEM! MYTHIC PROPORTIONS AND SUCH!
I finished writing a myth today. It was a short, simple one, but it's kind of the basis for the world in the idea that was once the comic I was thinking about doing some time back. Woohoo for useless progress!

ITEM! HEROES STILL ROCKS!
It does. Really.

Rabbit Out of Season

It turns out that I have a lot of left over Easter candy. That's a big deal with Halloween quickly approaching. I mean, we've got to make room, right? And it isn't like I'm going Trick-or-Treating with Aaron (there's the church thing, but it doesn't count), but there will be all the candy that we get for trick-or-treaters that don't come. Because they never come. Apparently, my house is creepier than I realized. Yon Cricket could confirm that it messy and stupid but not terribly creepy.

Well, if he weren't MIA. If you were paying attention, he did manage to phone in a comic...quite literally, actually...but I couldn't say if or when his Libyan captors will allow him the supplies to do another.

Libyans...they were the terrorists that Doc Brown made a "nuclear" device for using pinball parts.

Movies...I did a segment of the "lesson time" for the youth dept. at my church on Wednesday night. Got the chance to prove my useless knowledge as part of an illustration. I followed a circuitous path from Darth Maul back to himself in 16 steps. I didn't expect the "awws" when I went past Heath Ledger, though I suppose I should've. Anyway, even if I didn't get my point across (I hope I did, but who knows), I did manage to prove that my brain is a collecting pool of absolutely useless movie-related facts.

Go me!