This thing's pretty much dead, isn't it? Shame about that. Maybe one day that'll change. For now, as always, remember the livejournal, which is still very much alive, if often full of tweets from my twitter...

More importantly though, now is the time for all good people to go out and boldly BUY MY BOOK!

...what?

...Or Not, Obviously

*cough*

um haven't forgotten about this thing, but oh man did you know that apparently there's only twenty four hours in the day? I keep forgeting and thinking there's like, thirty, or something, and making plans to do just FAR TOO MUCH STUFF

Remember, there's always my livejournal, which I do keep updated pretty well.

status update

Sorry, I'm not using this blog right now. If you want to read my blog, and get regular updates of my comics pages a few hours before the go up the Damnation site, then check out my livejournal.

I have plans for this blog, though. Check back next month.

Status Report

Blogging has been light recently for obvious reasons.

 

Originally I had planned to post a christmas message and an end of year cultural review (like everyone lese has been doing) during the nights I was due to work over the christmas period. Of course, what with dad, I ended up being off work over christmas. If I'm honest, that was the reason for the break in Damnation as well.

 

I go back tomorrow, so expect blogging to resume at the weekend.

 

Hope everyone had a good christmas and new year, and I hope this year brings us all at least one thing each that we really need.

 

Peace-

Page 37

I don't understand this bloody thing at all.

For some reason I can't turn it into a link today (well, I probably could if I was prepared to spend an awful lot longer than is in any way accepteble for a quick blog post), so you'll have to click the link above if you want to read the archive.

Anyway: here's page 37, the penultimate page of chapter one.

Playing Right Into His Hands

The uncannily insightful Dick Hyacinth made me laugh today.

The scary thing about that post? I actually kind of agree with the "bizarrely contrarian opinions" he presents, even the third one, sort of... in the sense that I have no use for elitism in culture and criticism, anyway (one of the reasons I'm such a big fan of ADD is his willingness to review the corporate event comics he hates).

And the first one? "Newspaper strips set back the comics industry/medium 50 years:" He makes a damn good case for that one. I'll be thinking about that for a while.

Pages 35 and 36

Okay, does anybody out there know why Blogger displays the images in a post in the opposite order from the one you uploaded them in? It's extremely irritating.

So, anyway, in a vain attempt to continue the mirroring of my livejournal here on blogger, here are the two most recent pages of Damnation, newest first (hmph).

No news about my dad yet, which is good, I suppose.

My Dad

My dad is in hospital. he has lung cancer, and I've been waiting for this. He is very ill, and I've been told that he probably doesn't have very long.He lives in Ireland, in County Kerry. There is, realistically, no way that I can get there to see him at the moment. It's not a matter of money; I have other commitments. If I could get on a train and go see him today, I would; but I simply can't get on a plane and leave the country for the weekend right now.

I feel horrible about this, for a variety of different reasons.

I owe this man precisely nothing, except perhaps an extended shouting at.

There are people who live their lives purely for themselves and don't give a damn about other people. I don't like that way of thinking, but I can respect it. But my dad does give damn about other people... it pains him terribly that they don't live their lives purely for him, too.

He is a wonderful artist, and has a lovely way with language. he was a very good teacher for many years (I know this because I have, in the course of my working life, met people who were taught by him).

But he chose to devote his life to drink and drugs.

I have so many stories I can tell about what a selfish and dishonest person he has been in his life. But telling them now won't change anything. The only one that matters right now, is that he abandoned me and my mother, and then moved to another country- and yet he has always expected us to rearrange our lives to help him whenever he had any kind of problem.

I love him very much. And I am so angry at him, and always will be.

Lordsphere

I'm having something of a surreal day right now, for reasons I won't go into at the minute but will probably elaborate on later. Big heavy family stuff is happening right now, and I find myself sitting in front of the computer with half an hour to kill before I have to make a big heavy phonecall.

In the meantime, there's something I've been meaning to do:

That picture at the top of this post is my friend Anton.I've known Ant for years. He is, amongst other things, the best bass player I've ever met.

Ant is in a band called Lordsphere. This is their website. It's very pretty, isn't it?

You can listen to four tracks from their new album here. Good, aren't they?

Seriously people, click those links. I'm not a fan of goth music, and I'm convinced that Ant thinks I don't like his band. If that's true, then he's very very wrong. I think they're bloody fantastic. If you like atmospheric music with guitars, and especially if you're partial to a pinch of metal, you will too.

ALSO

Today, or rather yesterday, I found out- from Lem, again- that Terry Prattchet has early onset Alzheimer's Which is just fucking tragic. I literally JUST finished reading Nightwatch for the bajillionth time yesterday. Before that, I read Making Money, and then re-read Thud as well. I've read nearly every book Prattchet has written, and consider him to be one of our greatest and most under-rated authors. So this is horrible news.