Tuesday, September 13, 2005
SPX ANNOUNCES NOMINEES FOR THE IGNATZ AWARDS
The Small Press Expo is proud to announce the nominees for the Ninth Annual Ignatz Awards
Arlington, September 12, 2005: One of the most anticipated events of the Small Press Expo is the Ignatz, a festival prize to recognize outstanding achievement in comics and cartooning.
OUTSTANDING MINICOMIC
Couch Tag #2, Jesse Reklaw (Self-published)
Dance, John Hankiewicz (Self-published)
Monday, Andy Hartzell (Self-published)
Ouija Interview #3, by Sarah Becan (Self-published)
Phase 7, Alec Longstreth (Self-published)
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
The Small Press Expo is proud to announce the nominees for the Ninth Annual Ignatz Awards
Arlington, September 12, 2005: One of the most anticipated events of the Small Press Expo is the Ignatz, a festival prize to recognize outstanding achievement in comics and cartooning.
OUTSTANDING MINICOMIC
Couch Tag #2, Jesse Reklaw (Self-published)
Dance, John Hankiewicz (Self-published)
Monday, Andy Hartzell (Self-published)
Ouija Interview #3, by Sarah Becan (Self-published)
Phase 7, Alec Longstreth (Self-published)
:) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Monday, September 12, 2005
hey, i did a guest panel over at chris bishop's HER. go check it out, and the other guest panels too, coz they're pretty rockin. :)
maybe one of these days i'll see about guest panels for bucket and dog, although i hear you have to have readers to do something like that. :) although it might be an elegant solution to my whole haven't-done-a-strip-in-a-month problem. i seriously would have had one for you today, except that SPX fast approaches, and i'm still getting ready for it. i've finished the gocco'ing of 250 of each of the three ouija comics covers, as well as signing and numbering them. i signed my name 750 times this weekend. it was weird. i also wrote 'x/250' 750 times. 750 is a lot, but the work just flew by when i made it the background to eight straight hours of LOST.
i also set up two of the three screens i'll be using to silkscreen covers for vea, i'll prolly start printing those up tonight. no rest for the wicked! niles and i were talking about blurbs and reviews for vea, and i briefly considered writing something on the back like " 'a phenomenal triumph in the comics genre! the best minicomic that ever was, or ever could be' - Sarah's Boyfriend". but then we decided that would be better suited for a different project. maybe the next bucket and dog book. again, that's assuming i ever do more strips for it. :)
bisous bisous,
sarah
maybe one of these days i'll see about guest panels for bucket and dog, although i hear you have to have readers to do something like that. :) although it might be an elegant solution to my whole haven't-done-a-strip-in-a-month problem. i seriously would have had one for you today, except that SPX fast approaches, and i'm still getting ready for it. i've finished the gocco'ing of 250 of each of the three ouija comics covers, as well as signing and numbering them. i signed my name 750 times this weekend. it was weird. i also wrote 'x/250' 750 times. 750 is a lot, but the work just flew by when i made it the background to eight straight hours of LOST.
i also set up two of the three screens i'll be using to silkscreen covers for vea, i'll prolly start printing those up tonight. no rest for the wicked! niles and i were talking about blurbs and reviews for vea, and i briefly considered writing something on the back like " 'a phenomenal triumph in the comics genre! the best minicomic that ever was, or ever could be' - Sarah's Boyfriend". but then we decided that would be better suited for a different project. maybe the next bucket and dog book. again, that's assuming i ever do more strips for it. :)
bisous bisous,
sarah
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
here is a heavily skewed and embellished story from our camping trip this weekend:
it was late afternoon when we landed on a sandbar to camp on. the sun was beating down, and we decided to build a lean-to over the tents with jennifer's tarp. i trekked to the far side of the island, found a giant 10 foot branch, and dragged it back to the campsite. we drove it into the wet sand as best we could, piled more sand over the base, and tied a tarp to it.
i poked the branch apprehensively. "it's not sturdy," i said, "i think it's gonna fall over."
"nonsense," they scoffed.
i tested it again. it wobbled. "i really think it will fall, and it will hit someone," I insisted.
"don't be paranoid," they smirked.
a gust of wind filled out the tarp, and died down. "what if the wind catches the tarp and pulls it down?" I asked. "it'll fall on our heads."
"yes, and what if space aliens come down and beat us all to death with light sabers," they snickered.
and they took a nap under the tarp, and I skirted around it, unconvinced. i swam for a while, and then walked around gathering firewood. i sat in my tent, all the while watching the branch, and with each gust of wind that tugged on it, my heart skipped a few beats.
an hour later, the lean-to was still standing, and i was getting hot. i wanted very badly to sit in the shade. the tarp had held so far, i thought. maybe they're right, i thought. maybe i'm being utterly paranoid. the branch isn't going to fall any time soon.
so I climbed out of the tent, and sat on a blanket in the shade, and nibbled on peanuts and m&ms. and just as i was starting to feel confident, a mighty gust of wind caught the tarp and blew it over, bringing the fucking branch down RIGHT ON MY HEAD.
and i held the place on my forehead where the bastard had suckersmacked me and i shouted "I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT."
and then denise put a bandaid on my head where it was bleeding, and david gave me a guinness, and i held an ice-pack on it to slow the swelling, and we sat in the river and drank beer and everything was fine.
and I realized that the exact thing that had been terrifying me, the exact thing i said was going to happen and was panicking about, that exact thing had happened, and the world hadn't ended, and no one had died. in fact, as denise pointed out, the whole episode ended with me sitting in a river and drinking guinness, which is a pretty satisfactory way for things to end.
later, when the sun had gone down, and jennifer started dismantling the lean-to, it slipped out of her hands and tried to fall on my leg. it missed, but it had shown its true colors.
the branch was unrepetent.
rehabilitation was out of the question.
"NON-RÉCUPERABLE!" i shouted, and flung it into the river, where it drowned.
*fin*
it was late afternoon when we landed on a sandbar to camp on. the sun was beating down, and we decided to build a lean-to over the tents with jennifer's tarp. i trekked to the far side of the island, found a giant 10 foot branch, and dragged it back to the campsite. we drove it into the wet sand as best we could, piled more sand over the base, and tied a tarp to it.
i poked the branch apprehensively. "it's not sturdy," i said, "i think it's gonna fall over."
"nonsense," they scoffed.
i tested it again. it wobbled. "i really think it will fall, and it will hit someone," I insisted.
"don't be paranoid," they smirked.
a gust of wind filled out the tarp, and died down. "what if the wind catches the tarp and pulls it down?" I asked. "it'll fall on our heads."
"yes, and what if space aliens come down and beat us all to death with light sabers," they snickered.
and they took a nap under the tarp, and I skirted around it, unconvinced. i swam for a while, and then walked around gathering firewood. i sat in my tent, all the while watching the branch, and with each gust of wind that tugged on it, my heart skipped a few beats.
an hour later, the lean-to was still standing, and i was getting hot. i wanted very badly to sit in the shade. the tarp had held so far, i thought. maybe they're right, i thought. maybe i'm being utterly paranoid. the branch isn't going to fall any time soon.
so I climbed out of the tent, and sat on a blanket in the shade, and nibbled on peanuts and m&ms. and just as i was starting to feel confident, a mighty gust of wind caught the tarp and blew it over, bringing the fucking branch down RIGHT ON MY HEAD.
and i held the place on my forehead where the bastard had suckersmacked me and i shouted "I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT."
and then denise put a bandaid on my head where it was bleeding, and david gave me a guinness, and i held an ice-pack on it to slow the swelling, and we sat in the river and drank beer and everything was fine.
and I realized that the exact thing that had been terrifying me, the exact thing i said was going to happen and was panicking about, that exact thing had happened, and the world hadn't ended, and no one had died. in fact, as denise pointed out, the whole episode ended with me sitting in a river and drinking guinness, which is a pretty satisfactory way for things to end.
later, when the sun had gone down, and jennifer started dismantling the lean-to, it slipped out of her hands and tried to fall on my leg. it missed, but it had shown its true colors.
the branch was unrepetent.
rehabilitation was out of the question.
"NON-RÉCUPERABLE!" i shouted, and flung it into the river, where it drowned.
*fin*
