I am going to go ahead and assume that you all have some kind of New Year’s plan. Be it a cozy evening with family at home, the youngsters in their pajamas, struggling to stay awake to see the clock strike the mythical midnight. Maybe you are going to a party with friends, where you will all engage in some mild revelry, clinking glasses as the year changes. Or maybe, MAYBE you are those stupid loud idiots who live somewhere in the neighborhood who whoop and holler while drunkenly shooting off fireworks in every direction. You know who you are.
Anyways, this year, please keep things quiet, and try to remember those who were really hoping that 2009 would not come.
The apathy expressed in the comic is a genuine emotion. Noah and I both really don’t care about New Years. For me, the big change is writing down the wrong date, and having to change the year underneath the comic. It’s a number, and that number changes. Those numbers are serious bitches.
I suppose that we can look back upon the year as a milestone, a somewhat significant passage of time. For instance, in 2008 I have made 55 comics. 38 Good in Theory comics, 11 Poop in Bed comics, 3 Everyman comics, 1 commissioned comic, 1 unreleased Eyeskream comics, and an unreleased PolkOut guest comic. (Remember that PolkOut is a very mature comic that is not for the faint of heart). I am nearly certain that I can nearly double that in 2009, as I do one PiB and 1 GiT per week, and am actually considering figuring out if there is a way to increase production. Why would I increase production? Because I love you, that’s why.
Big things planned for the comic next year actually. Or maybe like one big thing. Okay, two. We’ll see how it works out.
So enjoy your New Year, if you are one of the people who actually enjoys leaving your home and (shudder) doing things. Just be careful, don’t drink and drive, don’t put fireworks in your mouth, yadda yadda yadda. We need you to continue coming back to this website. Every time you view a page, a tiny segment of my black, frozen heart thaws.
Such huge potential for discussion in this week’s post! Let’s see: First order of business: Videogames!
Noah recently brought a game to my attention, just because of how simply absurdly hilarious the concept behind it.
The game is called “50 Cent: Blood on the Sand.” If you are a gamer, or even vaguely familiar with popular culture, you should know that 50 Cent is a rapper. Meaning that he is some kind of musician, if you can even call what noise he makes music. Let this fact sink in for a moment, alright? He makes music. That’s it. Nothing else.
Now let’s take a look at this video for his upcoming game (contains violence).
When I first saw that, I laughed possibly the hardest I have in a long time. I would love to ask the person who had the idea for the game what the **** they were thinking. I don’t even think I have anything that I can say about it, the video speaks so powerfully for itself. But the highlight? 50 kneeing an insurgent in the face. That is something so funny that I never thought I would ever see it, and now that I have, I feel strangely empty inside, knowing that it would be hard to find something that accidentally funny ever again.
The embarrassing part is while Noah and I were watching the rest of the videos (searching for more comedic gold) we came to the horrifying conclusion that this actually looks like a game we might consider trying. The gamer in me was somewhat impressed by the mostly smooth looking animation and somewhat interesting combat, but the rest of me screamed in horror that I would ever consider supporting a game, which I am assuming will be so bad, that the developers will be considered criminals. It is just something I will have to wait and see. It looked like a somewhat smoother version of Army of Two, and I really liked Army of Two.
Gaming talk over, come back all others!
I saw the movie The Spirit on Saturday. (I really wish I had seen that Rotten Tomatoes page first.) It was alright, I guess. What I mean by alright, is that you shouldn’t go out of your way to see it, and if it’s on TV, give it a pass. But if you are over at someone’s house, and it is playing, you don’t have to leave the room.
It was just kind of vague, and it never really solidly made itself clear. It seemed to have a goal, but ultimately never achieved it. I enjoyed the very sylized art design of the movie, which was mostly black and white, with red colored in, and frequent use of silhouettes. Although my friend figured that “Frank Miller must have been on acid” when he came up with the ideas. So I don’t know, I guess you could take the art design opinion from someone who provides you with art on a bi-weekly basis, or the guy who doesn’t draw a damn thing. Your call. I just want you to know that we can still be friends no matter what you choose.
So if you find yourself at the theatre, contemplating whether or not to see The Spirit, just give it a pass.
Also, I was pleasantly surprised by a movie that I had expected that I would hate: Stepbrothers. It was really dumb, but hilariously dumb. If you like hilariously dumb, check it out.
Alright, I am going to sign out for the rest of the year now. But before I go, let’s see what my brand new Marcus Fenix . . . *ahem* statuette has to say.
He says, “Bring it!” So I will comply with that order, I guess? I am awesome at bringing things, I cannot even begin to tell you how many things I have brought.
-Nathan
“Dat is a very sexist way to talk about dees bitches.”
