#45 - channels you are not allowed to watch (01-98) 



the first sparrow's fall of 1998. prince had come to town around this time, and michael was in the news for his usual weirdness, so the two of them got me thinking. toss in the dillard's scandal (black customers treated with more than usual obnoxiousness) and i had a story. also, of course, i had to 'play' a little, and get away from christopher's tale of woe . . . but who am i kidding. when did i stick with it for more than one comic at a time? i feared perceptions of self-indulgence, but i also feared looking like a petty ass.

i hadn't read many--well, i hadn't read scarcely any independent comics at the time, and few others amongst the regular kind either. i had no idea what petty asses comics writers and artists could be. i would have been a piker.

it is peculiar to think: i was not a comics reader at the time. i don't read vast quantities of them now, either. my technique, style, goals, perceptions, desires . . . everything i knew about comics at the time was almost entirely informed by the contents of my skull. i guess it shows.

the view out the window isn't bad at all, and except for the usual vagueness, the panelling, as well as the wash, is acceptable.

a little joke . . . Zapp chips area louisisna brand available at the broadway cafe . . . zapf chancery is a font . . . so to amuse myself, we have zapf chips. ha ha! yes, a very little joke.

this is number 45. three more to go, and the collection that i eventually called No Other Fish In The Sea is complete!

 


 

 


 
 

Posted: Fri - May 21, 2004 at 07:08 AM             |

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