Comic Shamble

Posted: 10th June 2010 by Chuck Flysh in Art Dump, Rant and Ramble

Spring Summer cleaning on Black Rabite is being stalled by me being unable to upgrade WordPress to a less antiquated version, thanks to some MySQL trouble with the host… ahh, well. Bear with me. Have an article while you wait.

Folks, there is an evil lurking on your hard drives. No, not a virus. Not some sort of evil corporate OS either. No. Read those words with as much contempt I had writing them: Comic Sans!

Comic Sans Revolution

Yes, I know. Just another whiny rant about a font that has been scorned by designers and typenerds ever since its unholy inception. But I have had it with this one particular font. People use it because they think it’s endearing. Because it looks like fun. Because it feels more hand-written. Because it looks like you’re not really serious about what you are writing. Well, I can agree to the latter point. It’s what I always think when I read something written in Comic Sans. You cannot be serious!

Just look at those letters. Really look at them. They appear slightly bent, but not in any natural way. No-one would ever write like this. They look sickly, a mere husk of an actual font, empty, and soulless. So, cue the drum roll for my grand analogy of the day: Comic Sans is the Zombie Apocalypse of all fonts.

According to that wiki, the font was first implemented for use with MS 3D Movie Maker, so let’s call that program “Patient Zero” (…looking at the characters, the description is quite fitting). MS Bob only narrowly escaped that horrible fate. From here the font spread, with Windows 95 as its catalyst, to infect PCs and all the poor helpless Macs over the world. Its purpose? To devour human brains, especially that tasty section responsible for your sense of style.

“Oh, but Tim”, you say now, “that font is supposed to just be fun; there is not that many fonts out there that convey the same feeling!”
First of all, they got you! The font zombies got you! There is no hope left. You can’t stop the infection, well, except for the usual method. Consult the Zombie flick of your preference for further details. Secondly, yes, yes indeed, even Times New Roman and Papyrus fail to induce the same degree of nausea and dread that Comic Sans brings. However, if you want well-designed comic-style fonts, see Dr. Blambot for a prescription.

Make the world a better place. Only you can prevent font zombification!

Edit: Learn something new every day… Illustrator actually has a “Russian Poster” colour set! Immediately went to improve my propaganda revolutionary poster. Looks so much better.

HAghRHhhjrr

Posted: 26th May 2010 by Chuck Flysh in Intoxicated

Poison… dosage… too… high… (X.x)

Same Old Song and Dance

Posted: 25th May 2010 by Chuck Flysh in Art Dump, Official

Rrrrrrrrrrrighto. We’re back. Zombified, but back. By now we’ve probably lost all regular readers, if any, and scared away all new ones. Well, what can I say. This thing is a dusty, old, crampy, white-on-grey relic of the past. And still, it contains quite a lot of my brainchildren from over the years and apparently some readers actually liked it. Why didn’t I update? Well, let’s start with a rather… pathological approach.

It is a tad awkward when people actually like your drawings. You think you owe them more, hell, you owe them a copy to take home. So, quite naturally, they ask you whether you dump them somewhere. And then, the dance starts:

“Yes, I’ve got a blog, had it for years now, but I really rarely update it, in fact I kinda cancelled updates altogether, ahahaha…”
“Why?”
“… don’t know.”

And that’s where the conversation usually drops off.

So, why? I’ve been asking myself that very same question quite a bit. Nothing important to tell? Only whiny shit? My art not fit to be released into the wilderness of that vast land we call the internets? Balls. This is the internet. All of the above infest it with abundance. I’ve been semi-active on ze twitters ever since micro-blogging became the in-thing, and half of the stuff there ain’t worth more than a chuckle.

The truth is, I’ve been neglecting my drawing for all kinds of activities, some required, but most should never have been as high on the priority list. The result? In the last one-and-a-half years my skills have not really improved. A song I’ve known too well. But no more. I bought a shiny new sketch book, and I will use it… with a vengeance!

And maybe… just maybe… I will finally get to tell the adventures of these two.

Buddy Cops, too?

Screw technology. Screw pretty. Rugged is my style. My pencil is my sword. The paper is… mine… enemy?

I’ll be working on that metaphor till next time. I’ll have a word with my favourite webmaster to rework the site design as well. I’ll also inject myself with some manner of vile poison, and the antidote will only be dispensed upon a new blog post. Wheee.

No way that plan can fail.

Still Technically Alive

Posted: 10th May 2010 by Chuck Flysh in Official

… hauntingly difficult… in my eternal quest to make my comics suck less… there are no zombies around… just like in the Bond movies… consider it an hommage… skin-coloured crayon… where all the smark peepul hang out… back to ogre-mode… the first ever episode… really hard to keep that voice up… resources, freedom and apparently quite attractive ladies… patience is the key to mastery… if you want to mess around with oil and acrylic colours… stuff’s a-happenin’, shit is going down… try out the ultimate… without having to read through my rambling on… look smug, look professional, look good… in what can only be described as pure, primal art… stole the wheels off my bike in broad daylight… goes nicely with a good Single Malt… a month of nothingness and meditation… the short intermission of what I like to call a “Doomsday Downpour”… well, the queue ain’t moving… I can only advise you to try this at home… a burger filled with a schnitzel filled with cheese filled with ham… and grab something to eat that’s not mostly made from papier-mâché and dead rats… but if you’re stuck inside what some people might call “The University”… with but a pencil and a piece of chequered paper there is little else one can do… as if this was the way I intended the whole thing to look like… his, that is the almighty Blender’s, will… but a man can still dream… if you don’t know what a rabite is… no idea where this’ll lead us, but let’s see what the future brings.

The Resurrection of Black Rabite