I’ve neglected the blog a bit again lately, but as I’m not getting much feedback off it and things have been fairly busy anyway, frankly, I couldn’t be arsed.
As mentioned last time, Andy came down on the 30th and left on the 4th. It was a good time on the whole. On the Sunday night, you’ll be shocked to hear, we didn’t get an Indian… we went for pizza instead—tuna and jalapenos. Maybe not everyone’s taste!
Ugly, blurry pic took in Bacchus, July 30th.
Andy hogged the computer a fair bit (one occasion for eight hours solid!), working on stuff for his new comic, but what the hell—if it was helpful, that’s cool. He didn’t manage to get it printed for Caption (as intended) in the end though, which made me feel quite personally disappointed!
He held my hand on the Tuesday (Aug 1st) when I went and got my bad tooth sorted out, for which I was very thankful. They told me they could either ‘try to patch it up’ or pull it… the former wasn’t made to sound like a great long-term prospect to me so I went with the latter. It’s a back tooth anyway and not cosmetically visible. Still healing now, but feeling so much better.
After Andy departed at midday Friday, I was off to Brum to meet with FP of the evening. I’d persuaded him to come along to Caption and offered him crash space to simplify things a bit. In spite of my irksome slowness getting ready, we set off for Oxford in FP’s car by 1pm on the Saturday and got there a little before 2.30, so it could’ve been worse. Upon arriving at the venue, Paul was spotted almost immediately. The event was seriously small (much more than the other time I attended, in 2004), but it was great to see Paul for the first time since mom’s funeral. Very disappointed Ed couldn’t make it, though.
After hanging out and talking with a few people for a couple of hours, we went and had an Indian meal down the road. Then headed back to witness the, er, interesting spectacle of the Caption Quiz. Because this is a small press/alternative event, naturally the quiz was about Golden/Silver Age comics. Hmmm. Paul came second thanks to me giving him three of the answers (being too much of a killjoy to bother playing myself!).
FP’s depature on Sunday noon saw me alone in the flat for the first time in a whole week. That was a bit odd. All the activity and disruption meant I’d missed the deadline on Networks for CI #199, but Dez gave me till Tuesday. I pulled a couple of long sessions, including drawing the new strip last Monday night, and e-mailed the completed file to him Tuesday midday. Phew.
Since then, I’ve been finishing up, as best I can, work on a Web site for a Famous Artist I hope to be announcing very soon. We’re waiting on some translated texts, as it will come in English and French flavours, which Paul has agreed to help with to get things moving a bit more. Progress has been slow, but the English version’s finished now so it’s a waiting game for other materials.
I’ve also hatched some ideas for a new small press comics anthology (tentative title: Freedom), which I’d like to publish once the house move’s sorted out. We have several people prospectively on board, not only from the UK but from Holland and Croatia, three of whom have never done comics before. It could be a very interesting and unique mix of styles and ideas—there is no editorial remit so far as genre goes, hence the provisional title.
Tonight I will be finishing the writing on an article-based interview with Paul, focusing on his new British comics book (due October), for the Megazine.
So my plate’s a bit full, really.
Oh, I’m supposed to be moving soon too! No news on that just yet. Fingers crossed on sale completion by end of this month or at least shortly thereafter…
Next up on the calendar, however, is a trip to London on Sunday, just for the day. Sunday would’ve been mom’s 63rd birthday, which is going to feel very strange. Rather than moping around the flat working myself into a deep depression, I’m gonna go and spend the day with Paul and maybe one or two others and try to remain chilled out. Maybe Ed can make it this time? Huh? You out there, Ed?
Well, apprently ‘They’ say “better Out than In”, though I’m not quite sure what that was actually in reference to.
Dissapointed *not* to see me, though? I thought it was usually the other way around for people?
And tuna on a pizza? That’s just perverse – I worked in a sandwich shop once, and we had to serve tuna, and I’d never eat the stuff after the things I saw there…
You were at Caption!?? Me too… why didn’t I see you? This is silly!
Sure we were. Paul and I glanced around to see if you were there a few times. C’est la vie.
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