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I talk to myself, sometimes. Does anyone else do that? I tried to keep a lid on it when I moved in with Matt because I don't make much sense when I do it and I didn't want to freak him out, but now I don't really care and mutter/jabber/giggle away while I'm working and he's in the room with me. I don't think he cares. If he does, he doesn't say.
That's good, because I obviously can't stop myself voluntarily.
I found it! And, thanks for showing us that statue that Reagan was talking about. Yeah, that looks about a million times worse.
You not only drew a penis. You drew it as a carving!
Heh. I'd noticed it before I saw your post... I'm always intersted in how artists depict vandalism. You often see it used as a way for the author to show how the populace feels.
Y'know, a grad student at my Uni did her phd thesis on the scribblings on bathroom walls?
In the girls' rooms of course.
Boys room scribblings is just a bunch of boobs.
Sings: "Found a penis, found a penis, found a peeeeeniiiis just now! Just now, found a penis, found a penis, just now...."
I, uh, don't want to sing the next verse. :P
Of course I talk to myself. When I worked in technical theatre, everyone talked to themselves and to the inanimate objects they were working with. It actually would be hard sometimes to know if one was being spoken to or if someone's muttering was just being loud.
My sister used to sort of yell at me for talking to myself when we were managing a bookstore, but what's wrong with talking to books as you shelve them, it keeps your mind on the job.
My young man hasn't learned to distinguish when I'm talking to him and when I'm talking to myself. He'll figure it out eventually I hope, I hate being interrupted.
And "Spiro Agnew" is an anagram of "draw a penis".
No, wait, it's not.
I found it! hehe. And I talk to myself all the time. Aaaaallllll the time. Especially while I'm walking or in the shower.
Don't worry, I think many artists talk to themselves while they work. (Of course, THAT might be a reason to worry.) When I'm painting or drawing, I don't just mutter and giggle, I also (allegedly) growl, cuss, and cry, depending on how the work is going. My husband says that I sound enough like a Wookiee that he's afraid to disturb me, because I might try to rip his arm off and beat him with it.
I think this is one of the reasons why I like to work in an empty room, or when my family is at work. It's not because they're disturbing *me*. I think I disturb *them*.
I want to see the whole statue, plzthnx.
Also, guess who was flaunting her own special Reclaimation hoodie yesterday. That's right, I was! It's pretty sweet, I must say.
I used to talk to myself a lot, but somewhere along the way talking to myself shifted to talking to inanimate objects. I don't know if that makes me look less crazy to my friends, though.
From what I've gathered, it's socially acceptable to talk to: computers, pets, yourself (if pep talking or putting down), and traffic. The list of unacceptable things to talk to includes: food, plants, yourself (conversationally), any household object without moving parts, or your own fictional characters.
If it's unacceptable to talk to your own fictional characters then I am in a lot of trouble.
When you talk to yourself, are you "testing" your dialogues ? Reading them out loud to see if they work ?
Because when I read your comics, I feel the urge to read them out loud. Because they work. Your comics SOUND good.
Most of the time, yes. I'm testing dialogue.
With the proper voices. Because I'm tragic.
Other times, I'm laughing at them while I plot the story. there's a lot of "Ha ha. You poor bastard/bitch." Under my breath.
I often worry my roomates while writing because I will mutter things like "g'mere gonnafix goddamn typos friggin plot holes whydafuck I bodder wit' an outline FUCK!" or something equally worrisome.
I concur - some comics do not work at all when read aloud. The dialog fits to advance the story, but it doesn't sound like how real people talk. Of course, there are movies that do this to. Perhaps the best representation of how to do dialog, in movies at least, right, would be Kevin Smith. You, Spike, are the Kevin Smith of webcomics.
Oh, and Kat - you'd be surprised what you'd find in the stalls of boys' rooms. I found "Hope is the thing with feathers" by Emily Dickinson, or at least part of it, scrawled in red sharpie. Granted, it was comfortably nestled between accusation of my mother's virtue, but still. Us XYs will surprise you.
Hi, I lurk, yada yada.
Just wanted to say that I have had Steph's "Found a penis, found a penis, found a peeeeeenis just now" song going through my head for the last 20-some hours since I first read through these comments.
P.S. This is the only webcomic I still read. The others just don't measure up. Nice job, Spike.
I talk to myself too.. and mutter, giggle ect.. and talk to the characters in my comic too. and laugh at them.. jokes that no one who reads it will ever get.. but my 3 and 6 year old get.. ^_^;; because we are just strange like that..
oh oh oh!! and i found the penis too!
Yay!! penis!... o.o;
um.. i'm... gonna go over here now! ^_^;;
When I was in college a million years ago I discovered that I muttered to myself constantly while solving calculus problems, and not being able to during tests impaired my ability to do calculus. I had to actually have a special scratch sheet on which I would write down these errant thought processes and went from Bs to As. So it's apparently not just a right brain thing.
Does Matt know that you've been playing "Hide the Penis" with your readers?
I'm gonna draw a penis too:
8===>
There. I will also draw boobies:
( o )( o )
and buttcheeks:
( Y )
Yay perverted ASCII art!
Anyway...I like how revealing this conversation is so far, and I really really wanna see where Ben's gonna take himself...