Skook Words (and Pictures) #29

Here we are again. Friday on planet Earth, Northwestern North American edition. I have not yet fixed the email function of this newsletter so if you’re reading this today it means you’ve taken the time to come to this website. You are, therefore, a saint and the most blessed of all beings. I’d suggest that you now go buy a lottery ticket but being blessed and being lucky are neither equal nor equivalent.

Part of the reason I haven’t fixed that email function is that, in the time I’ve had available, I’ve been working on art – a commission for an update of an RPG manual and a couple of tribute portraits of friends who have passed on. Plus a lot of random sketches just to get ideas out of my head.

Plus I’ve been putting art in my shop at my Ko-Fi site. Physical art. For sale. The first batch consists of original character illustrations from my Daughter of Spiders project back in 2013. I’ll be adding art from other projects as time permits.

I’m keeping this newsletter short today so I can make more progress on those art projects. I hope that your week has gone well and you’re looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

See you in seven!

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Skook Words (and Pictures) #28

Friday stumbles over the horizon, dazed and wobbly. Is today the right day? Is it really Friday? Or has Thursday lingered over, an unwelcome, obstinate guest? Perhaps Saturday has arrived early and will spin Friday around and away for another week?

Nah. That’s Friday alright. Friend to some. Enemy to others. Simply another day of the week in cultures that don’t give the days names.

The Next Five

Last week, over on Facebook, Jason Levine nominated me to post 10 comic book characters that have influenced my interest in comics. One character a day for 10 days. No explanation, no review, just the character.

So I did. I just posted covers on Facebook but here I’m giving a little context to my choices. I wrote about the first five in last Friday’s newsletter. The next five are below:

6. The Spirit


I read the Spirit in black and white reprints published first by Warren Magazines, then Kitchen Sink Press. The stories were original published in color in weekly installments of Sunday newspapers. It’s a brilliant series with a lot of creative storytelling, layouts and design. (And racism. Sigh.) There have been a few attempts to revive the character but none of the new versions have lasted.

7. Modesty Blaise


I spent a lot of time in the library as a kid. I made it a habit to go there regularly and read The San Francisco Chronicle newspaper. The comics page. I’m sure I read other parts of the paper upon occasion but it was always the comics that I came to read. If I missed a day the library kept copies of the previous week’s issues easily available. The Chronicle ran the daily Modesty Blaise comic strip. The library also had copies of some of the Modesty Blaise novels. I forget which I discovered first.

8. Den


I read the first 15 pages of Den in the trade paperback Ariel in the same little bookstore that I used to visit to get my comics as a kid. The art blew me away. At the time I couldn’t afford the book. Discovering the extended series later in Heavy Metal magazine further warped me and made me a fan of Richard Corben for life.

9. Zot


Zot! was a fun series. A mix of silly and serious. Not much to say beyond that.

10. Shang Chi


I’m not sure which was the first issue of Master of Kung Fu that I purchased. It’s not this one. I picked this one because it features Paul Gulacy’s art. That’s what attracted me to the series to begin with. Doug Moench’s writing kept me engaged until the series was canceled with issue #125.

The Process

Here’s this week’s process GIF –

Subscriptions Delayed

I’d written last week’s newsletter and scheduled it for publication at the usual time. And then I went poking around in WordPress (this site runs on WordPress) to see if I could find the 530 subscribers that my subscription form claimed I had. In the process I did something that removed the emailing function from my posts. I haven’t had time to dig in a figure out exactly what I did. Apologies to anyone who had to come here to read rather than get this newsletter in their email. I will get it fixed.

And, no, I wasn’t able to find the list of 530 subscribers. Maybe my website is hallucinating.

I hope your week goes well. May you experience joy. May you get rest.

See you in seven!

Skook Words (and Pictures) #27

Good Morning to all my 530 subscribers!

Really? I have 530 subscribers?

That’s what my subscription form says. I haven’t been able to figure out where that number comes from but, hey, glad to have you reading. Even if you’re a bot. Bots need love too.

Since you’re reading this it means you’ve survived another week! Congratulations! Pat yourself on the back. Scratch someone else’s back and maybe they will scratch yours. I hear, however, that it’s good manners these days to ask first.

Gatekeeping

I started a rant here about the enthusiasm for AI in … far too much. I’ve deleted it in favor of just saying – current human culture isn’t prepared to put it many good uses. The fact that it is was and continues to be generated by plagiarizing the creative work of real humans is, to me, a clear indication of this. I was inspired to rant by going to haveibeentrained.com. This website claims to search the databases that are being used to train art theft AIs. I put my name in the search engine and up popped a number of my images. I put in the names of some of my characters and up popped more of my images.

If you register with the site it gives you the opportunity to both upload images and register websites that you don’t want scraped for AI training. I’ve got way too many images online – just at Skookworks.com – to spend time uploading all of them, so I’ve registered all my websites and marked them as NO AI TRAINING zones. I don’t know if that will make any difference.

I got an email from someone at the site to confirm that my information was real and accurate. I responded to the email and got a response to my response. That was promising.

I don’t know of any site that does the same for the Large Language Model AIs.

The First Five

Over on Facebook my friend, Jason Levine, nominated me to post 10 comic book characters that have influenced my interest in comics. One character a day for 10 days. No explanation, no review, just the character. Each day, I am to nominate someone to do the same.
Rather than nominate anyone I asked for volunteers. If someone wanted to play, they just needed to say so in a reply. One person each day.
And, while I’m not going to give any explanations there, I’ll be doing so here in this newsletter. The first five are in today’s edition; the next five on the 21st.
The hardest part about this challenge is that, at this point in my life, it’s not specific characters that interest me. I pick up comics and graphic novels based on who is writing and/or drawing them. And even when I was a kid there are a number of characters whose comic I read only because of the artist drawing that comic. I mean, I don’t care about Dracula, in general, but I loved Tomb of Dracula by Wolfman and Colan. Most of the characters on this list fit that criteria. They were only done by one creator (or creative team) and I’m not interested in reading versions done by other folks. I did start collecting a lot of series because I liked one creator’s version and then kept collecting it when that creator moved on because I’d grown to like the character.

1. Spider-Man

This is the first comic I ever owned. It’s not a standard Spider-Man story. It’s a riff on King Kong with Gog, an alien, standing in for the big gorilla and the Savage Land, standing in for the lost world of Skull Island. Also, Gwen Stacy plays the Ann Darrow role and gets carried off by Gog. I had a small allowance that, for a few years, covered the purchase of one comic a month. At the time, Spider-Man only appeared in one regular comic so that worked out for me.

Amazing Spider-Man 103

2. Swamp Thing

Time passed. My allowance got bigger. I added The Incredible Hulk to my regularly set of regularly purchased comics. I loved monsters and the Hulk was a monster that fought other monsters. There was a book store in town that had a rack of comics. I’d go in regularly and skim the comics. I kept getting hooked by Swamp Thing. He was a monster that was weirder than the Hulk who fought weirder monsters than the Hulk did. But my allowance, while bigger, was still pretty small. It took a lot for me to decide to add another series to my must-buy list. I finally took the plunge with Swamp Thing #24. The series was cancelled with this issue.

3. Tintin

I discovered Tintin when my family stayed with one of my Mom’s old friends. She had at least two Tintin albums sitting on a coffee table. One of them was definitely The Shooting Star. Americans often thought of comics as being just “superhero stories” – despite plenty of examples of comics that featured none. Tintin really showed me that “comics” was a medium for telling all kinds of stories. I don’t remember if, when I read Tintin the first time, I knew that it was not an American comic. I probably did. Mom’s friend had a lot of books about African and Asian mythology. She probably told me that this Tintin was a translation. I don’t remember. I do remember wanting more. The stories were longer than American monthlies and the format was larger.

4. The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers

I’m not sure how old I was when we discovered Perelandra. Perelandra was a comic book store. It sold new comics and back issues. My mother told Brian, the owner, to let me and my brother buy anything we wanted. She didn’t believe in censoring our reading. She’d gotten us adult library cards when we were, maybe, nine and ten. If we didn’t already, Glenn and I soon had paper routes, earning incomes that far surpassed our previous allowances. More money meant more comics and Perelandra gave us plenty to choose from. One of those choices was The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers – sex, drugs, crime, more drugs, hippies, more drugs.  Freak Brothers didn’t make me want to do drugs but it didn’t dissuade me either. There’s a lot Freak Brothers DNA in Misspent Youths.

5. Cerebus the Aardvark

I don’t remember which issue of Cerebus was my first. I know it was before the author, Dave Sim, decided to turn the series into a single, 300 issue, graphic novel. I’d read other self published comics (Elfquest is a prime example) but Cerebus (through Sim’s gung ho editorializing) was the series that inspired me to want to forget about working with regular publishers and publish comics myself.

The Process GIF

That’s it for this week. I hope the summer is treating you well and, if you’re in the parts of the world getting record heat, you’re managing to stay cool.

See you in seven!

Skook Words (and Pictures) #26

This week, today, we’ll start with the pictures. It’s a process GIF. I like making process GIFs. I like watching process GIFs.

You’re welcome.

These Days …

Sometime early on Monday morning, my friend Rae died. I got the news as a text from her brother at 7:49 am PST. I’d been at work for a little less than an hour.

The news was expected, even, sadly, honestly, a little welcome. She’d been fighting pancreatic cancer. She’d been in hospice since early April. The last week she’d been mostly unconscious due to pain relievers. I’m told she hadn’t eaten or drank anything for that week.

The text was brief, ending with three words: “no more pain”.

Pain had robbed her of so many things. Her enjoyment of food. She loved to eat. She loved trying new flavors, new cuisines. The last few months she could barely stand to eat and had no guarantee that anything that went down wouldn’t come back up.

Pain made walking impossible without help. Pain made her unable to use her clever hands – hands that had mastered pottery, beading, jewelry making and so much else. No more pain was good news. No more Rae? Painful news.

I finished sorting my route. I loaded my truck. I did my job. Throughout the day I texted the news to the people I knew that I didn’t think her brother knew. I set my grief aside.

Tuesday was the Fourth of July. A postal holiday. Sarah is still in Mississippi helping a friend deal with family medical problems so I had the house to myself. That would have been a perfect opportunity to let myself feel grief. I did chores. I wrote a little more of my memorial of Rae. A friend had invited me to hang out with her family if I was up to it. I didn’t really feel up to it but hanging around the house by myself wasn’t doing me any favors. I went and had a great time.

Wednesday I was back at work. We were down 21 routes so I carried extra. It was a long day. Rae’s obituary was published in the Fairbanks Daily News Miner. You can read it here.

Thursday was a short work day. That is, I only worked the designated 8.5 hours. At this point my grief is set well back. I know it’s there but it will take an effort to get to it. The issues that Sarah is dealing with take precedence. I can have an effect there if only by listening to her talk about what she’s managing. Rae’s obituary didn’t mention a memorial service. I’m not in position to go if there was one.

So here I am this Friday morning. There’s a draft of memorial for Rae waiting for me. Writing it is a reminder that I don’t have a great memory. Maybe that’s biological. Maybe I’ve just never practiced remembering things enough to have good memory muscles. There’s so much I’ve forgotten. In talking with friends these last few weeks there’s a lot that I don’t think I knew. She was always in motion. She made friends wherever she went. I don’t know most of them. That obituary is the facts with a limited word count. It’s a glimpse of the person I knew. I want to read a good memorial of her. I want the memory of her to be available. I want someone else to do the work. I can’t wait for that to happen.

Grief is love that no longer has a place to go. I read that idea recently and it fits.

Thank you for reading my ramblings this week. I hope you are well and that the summer heat is bearable where you are. See you in seven.