#32 - reality is what you make of it (07-97) 



yes, nips is reading sarte's being and nothingness.

this was a curious little comic . . . to write, to read, and to criticize. i've got some nice wite-out star action going on . . . nice in a relative term, i suppose. the use of wash in the background is pretty controlled . . . it doesn't turn black, but retains a nice balance, and the figures are dark enough to imply it's night without blending in with the scenery. the presence of all of this shading actually creates what look like honest to god panels for once, for which we should all be happy, i suppose. the speech bubbles still are appalling . . . but such are the things that happen.

the layout is a little bizarre. once again i chose to do a sort of horizontal thing--see how close i came to making the intellectual leap to a folded 8 1/2 x 11 page for a little booklet! see how i failed to realize the possibilities.

'. . . but if i were to say gravity weren't part of my reality . . . i would fall just the same.' that's the core of sparrow's fall right there. there i said it. christopher sparrow is going to fall--a long ways. right now he doesn't believe it--right now he hasn't even made any serious mistakes--you aren't going to see much of his mistakes because i was a a coward, as i have observed. but the sparrow will fall, will he or nill he.

did he fall or was he pushed? i don't know. even now, i don't know.

what about those venerable master's? some friends of mine are big into karate, and almost believe all of the things you see in all of the wildest kung-fu movies. but maybe they are real . . . one out of a billion chinese must be able to run up a wall, after all. and then again, one of those friends is almost certainly here . . . he had better be able to run up a wall, having already been first here (three weeks after 9-11,) and then here and points south.

mortimer easter's fun fact #9: most of this comic was drawn during jury duty. indeed it was. a young chap was accused of mugging another young chap . . . rather, one gang jumped another. a jacket was stolen . . . it turned out that the jacket contained mary jane . . . they all needed to be stuck in pokey, but it was hard to say whether the mugger was really the mugger, or if anyone really cared. the jury hung. it was a waste.





 

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