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| [2006 August 6] Ah, finally! A break from the monotony of illustration! It's a cascade of cool, refreshing font. Ahhhh... By the way, I fixed your glaring grammatical fouls and spelling travesties. I'm 'afriad' they were completely 'unneccesary', and 'you are compelled you' had to go.
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With the entrance of Coyote (may I call him that?) and his words so far, I'll be considering a title for this chapter. I was considering 'Wind Shadow', but that.. come to think of it not many people would think about that horrible late 70s TV show 'The White Shadow', so I'll use my first choice anyway. | |
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| [2006 August 6] What about Larry Bird?
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When I wrote the outline and dialogue back in 2003 I wasn't sure how it should play out in storyboard. It's a no-no in comics, but I'm always turned off when writers get intense in their character dialogue, but try to artifice clever ways of keeping the 'comic style sequential art' scheme consistent for the sake of fitting the genre. My own theory is that the sequential art is for action and heavy movement, but it should be used sparingly when it's not needed. I had originally stretched this page out to about three pages in the preliminary sketches, but decided I'd be wasting time. | |
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[Transcript] - Rudy and the coyote stand side by side and chat. Coyote says, "Your kind makes life and motion to mirror the way your heads work."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"You collect things. You make things, and you make places to store things, much like the way you store things in your heads."
"You're sayin' it's good ta be empty headed or somedin?"
"Not at all. We work differently. We catch ideas from the wind. We cast them back into the wind, and retrieve them when we please. They'll always be there, even when we're not."
"So... you're plugged inda some cosmic compuder bank'r somedin?"
"What is a cosmic compuder?"
"A compuder is a machine dat holds somma our ideas, more or less. You're calln' d'wind somedin like a big dadabase."
"Ah. Devices. Your kind also has a talent for the unnecessary. It's perhaps because your heads are suited to store ideas. You are compelled to make 'machines'."
"I've always known id ta be 'evolution'. Nuthin unnecessary aboud id. D'smarder ones rise above d'rest."
"It's unnecessary because it's superfluous. Your abilities are well beyond what's needed for survival. Sometimes it causes you to go against the wind, against your own kind, even to go against your own survival instincts."
"Id goes along wid being more comblicaded than you. We ged bored wid life more easy.."
"Bored with life? How lonely you must be fore such a disposition. I must admit, though, that I've always been intrigued by the devices that you create. Sometimes I envy that ability, but I don't envy the fear you have."
"Whad fear are you talking aboud?"
"Fear of loss. You're always afraid to lose your ideas, even when they're dead. You fear the dead, and you worship the dead."
"I wouldn't say dat's true for all ub us.."
"Perhaps not, but it's a pattern that I see by observing you from a distance."
"So... canneye say whad I observe aboud your kind?"
"It's nothing that would surprise me, but go ahead."
"You live momend ta momend, wid no future or past. You live without thinking about anythin but d'here an now." |
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"Waddaya mean I'm not sane?!" The psychiatrist replies, "You simply aren't sane. You're bonkers. You're nuts! You've flown the coup in a giant hot air egg! You've taken liberties with you last remaining senses and refuse to pay for child support! You've danced the chimichanga and forgotten to wipe! You're insane! Get it?!"
"Well... so that's that." I figured, "I really am screwier than an office full of psychiatrists. But.. wait a minute.. I can use that! That's right. Who needs sanity when you've got a long rod and a license to use it? Besides, I could track anyone down. And maybe not kill them, so that's good. And I love dark alleys and smoke-filled bars and getting beat up and people trying to cheat me out of my hard-earned pay.."
So I became a PI. Later, when they finally decided to let me out of the hospital I went to Chicago and began a long, interesting career in the deep hollows of oblivion itself. Drugs do that to you. They make you forget where you're going and not care about where you are.. but they never make you forget a crazy idea like that one. I actually wrote it down one day. Then wiped my ass with it, but that's beside the point. So there you are. That's how I got started.
The Coyote (Canis latrans)Coyotes live everywhere in Texas from the forest and plainlands to the West Texas deserts. They enjoy a hearty diet of livestock, deer, protein rich bugs, fish, squirrels, songbirds and fluffy little bunnies.
The night hunting song (howl) of the coyote is a misnomer. Coyotes often like to hang out with each other, eat dewberries and other assorted plants mixed with wildwood weed. That makes them very elated, outgoing, and obnoxious. If you have ever seen a howling coyote fall, you'll know why.
