comment number four

Sound like the worst title ever,  well it is.  I am writing these blogs to the imaginary comic fan in my mind,  but they are rants.  My rants.  I guess that is want a blog is.  I want this to be a little more.  Because making a comic is an adventure.  And I also believe in comics.  They are the medium of the moment.  I ride my bike all over town every day,  and there are these two streets that I have to cross all the time,  sixth and seventh.  They are busy four lane,  one way streets.  You always got to kick back and wait for the light to change.  and as I am perched on my bike I think,  none of these people racing by me in their cars read comics,  but each and every one of them could find a comic/graphic novel that they would enjoy.  That might be too optimistic.  I give comics to my brother all the time.  He reads them.  But I do not register any enjoyment from him.  Of course he sometimes inhales them in the same manner he inhales a hamburger,  in three bites!  so it might be a comment on his ability to enjoy things in general.  As I was saying,  even though people are always getting them out of the library,  they are still pretty much underground.  Which is sad.  I think it should be as common for someone to have a collection of picture books as it is for people to have word books.  And granted the style and subject matter is not as varied,  but that is what we should change. In the next decade I think the production and consumption of comic should explode.  Explode.  Did I say EXPLODE.  And why not,  all people need are stories,  and they are easier to read then books.  Nobody reads much any more.  So where are people getting their stories.  Movies and TV.  Which, I don't know if you've noticed,  happen to SUCK.  Movies are the biggest billion dollar industry of unoriginality I can imagine.  And TV is only starting to look good to some folks because their standards have been so completely decimated by endless CGI explosions and hollow plots in films.  I will sometimes get stoned when watching a flick,  and if it is a modern one,  my brain is shocked by their trite and stupid attempts to manipulate my emotions.  Now I can dig a classic flick.  I recently watched the sweet smell of success, with Burt Lancaster and the recently deceased Tony Curtis,  Phenomenal.  I got stoned and was sucked right in.  One of those gems that I love stumbling across.  Oops,  I got completely side tracked.  Let's get this train of thought moving again on comics,  comment number four.   The big industries are still predominately producing flashy super hero stories with oddly proportioned characters.  That's where we,  the small guys,  step in.  I just approved my proof at the printer today.  And ya know it didn't look too great,  there are still some spelling errors,  I forgot to write in that I wrote and drew the second two stories,  the edges aren't all perfectly straight,  the pencil smudges couldn't be taken out completely,  the title letters aren't well defined and sort of blobs into each other.  But you know what,  it looks like my comic,  at the stage that I am right now in my graphic development.  To me it is gorgeous.  Like Dorthy coming home to Kansas after escaping Oz (Hollywood),  my meager little home is mine,  and I love it.  and you need to do that.  Draw your stories,  and strive to make them great,  but accept yourself,  and where you are at.
   Maybe one day I will start to get this blog on track.
      Signing off
                   JulesBoy