So... Modern Tales' Swapmeet site is up. It's basically a storefront for all the MT artists who want to peddle their very own crap, which is cool. I've got to get around to sticking all my junk on there, pretty soon.
But they also have a "Origianl Art" section.
Hm.
If I sold original art (not the comic pages, I still need those, but ink drawings and so forth), would any of you guys be interested in buying it? Let me know.
Trouble brewing.
Bump your own private Domestic Terror Alerts up to chartreuse, folks. Looks like there's a new bug going around.
Unless, you know, receiving "returned emails" that you never sent addressed to people who don't use your email account with attached DAT files is a normal thing for you.
Doctor: "Did you know you have a heart murmur?"
Spike: (!!!!) "No. I just thought my pulse was special."
HUUUUURRRRRRRRRR.
...I've added a couple of new scribbles to the Sketchbook section in the past few days. Don't miss 'em.
Okay, folks. Here's the deal.
One of the gifts my husband and I received after our wedding was a DVD player and a three-month gift subscription to Netflix, which we plan on abusing the hell out of. Problem is, neither of us really knows what's out there as far as movies go. We don't watch television and we don't read movie websites, so we're not really up on anything current. And after adding Frida and Capturing the Friedmans to the queue, I'm pretty much tapped out.
So I'm asking for recommendations. Lay 'em on me. I don't gotta pay for 'em, so I'm pretty open about what I'll rent.
For a little direction, I like equal parts dramatic independents, atypical animation and complete fucking garbage. I've currently reserved Carnival of Souls, Kids, and the first season of The Anna Nicole Show, and that's not causing any cognative dissonance for me. I like interesting images and storylines, and I like simpering idiots making complete fools of themselves. Such is life.
Try to stay away from any Jan Svankmajer or Don Hertzfeldt stuff, because I've probably already seen it. And try to leave out anything where the male lead made more than twenty million dollars to deliver eight lines of dialog and then have a ninja fight, because I'll probably refuse to see it. Other than that, have at it!
...and that's why this week's Sparkneedle was a little late. It's up now, though. I'm sorry about that, the comic completely slipped my mind.
But hopefully, Lucas and Odessa will be on time this week. No promises.
In case you didn't know, I married Matt, my colorist. It took two minutes, cost ten dollars, and we both wore jeans. I'll spare you the tiresome details for now.
At least until we get the pictures developed, anyway.
