Heya heres the newest panel in The Adventures of Fin & Louie. Try to ignore the writing around the comic. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m back on the road so I’m back down to one notebook for literally everything.
I’m not sure if this interests anyone but sometimes I wonder how much real artists rely on visual references or how closely they follow those references (if they use them). Anyway here’s my visual reference for this panel.
Now before you stomp all over my face and say “YOUR VERSION LOOKS NOTHING LIKE THE ORIGINAL YOU FUCKING FAKER” keep in mind that I’m not going for photo-copy replication. I personally just need visual references for scale/perspective, some texture/pattern ideas, and everything else I just make it up as I go.
Stay tuned, there’s only a couple more panels left in the “Count Rubber’s Keep” arc. I will, someday, re arrange the website so that all the comics are in one place and in chronological order. It’ll probably be close to the end of this story arc.
Also I don’t know if you’ve seen but I’ve begun a video log of my life as a western bound nomad. I’m flying out to San Diego Sunday and today my friend from Thailand offered me a place to stay, so I have a new goal to get out to Thailand by September for my 30th birthday. Who knows, this might be the beginning of my “around the world in who-cares-number-of-days” adventure. Besides, I do have a lot of friends to visit in Europe and Thailand is one step closer back to Europe. I’m pretty deeply optimistic and excited about this whole situation. Thank you to Elaina who inspired me to leave the country in the first place, thank you to Rico for bringing me back to St Louis, thank you to Morgan for inspiration and motivation, thank you Marc for kicking my ass over writing, but most of all thank you Evan for being my rock, god knows I probably would have given up or went back to being a drowning work from home deep sea diver if it wasn’t for you.
Anyway come watch some of my video logs, they’re getting better. Here’s the newest one.
Anyway stay tuned! The next time I post maybe from San Diego. Wish me luck!
Remember the girl holding Fin’s hand in the Friday the 13th Special? Let me present the newest character in the cast: Lady Sugar Skull – sweet as she is strange but no less deadly. I have a story arc staring her and Fin in one of the dark and secretive corners of the OBOP multiverse coming up in a few months. I’m going somewhere with the “Count Rubber’s Keep” arc (I’m assured by the voice in my head that gives me all my ideas), which will tie into the next story arc (which I’m keeping under golden-flaky layers [hint] because spoilers) which will have a rather grim [hint] and dramatic climax leading directly into the Lady Sugar Skull arc. I’ll be honest, I have no idea what’s going to happen after the Lady Sugar Skull arc but I do know Fin won’t be quite the same afterwards.
Hope everyone who has date night tonight doesn’t encounter commutation mishaps unless they’re awkward AND funny.
My Monday posting will be tentative because I’m getting some stuff sorted out around the hose and I’m trying to get some personal shit. Nothing overly exciting but it’s been time exhausting. No complaints but nothing to write about either. I’m about to finish The Rum Diary by the last great hero in American Journalism Hunter S Thompson and I believe that will be the next book I write about. The novel has hit a lot of personal chords and I feel like I’ll have some interesting things to say about it. I have also been listening to Streetlight Manifesto’s album The Hands that Thieve on near constant repeat the last few weeks and I may write something about that one of these Mondays as it’s a piece that has similarly captured a particular zeitgeist in my life that should has been the ticket for some entertaining trains of thought.
Will be back eventually (probably “somewhat sooner” than “way later”),
Soz I haven’t posted in a bit. Life has been intense the last couple of weeks and on top of it I have sensed going into year 2 that OBOP has a little bit lost direction and as I’ve mentioned before, I do not have the time nor energy to keep producing 3.5 posts a week and a drawing on top of my new job and everything else.
I will write more about the changes in a later post but what I can say is that the schedule will revert back to twice a week (usually) keeping Mystery Monday and Funny Friday. The focus of Monday’s Mystery will be more closely related to something literary or linguistic (but this still allows for the flexibility of writing about music and non-book literature because it’s still gotta be mysterious, yo!) and Funny Fridays will continue on mostly as usual but with a stronger canonical/continuing story line. I plan to make a new section, since the comics fall into two catagories: “typical Funny Friday comic” non-canonical/for the pun and “The Adventures of Fin and Louie” canonical/forwarding the story.
Anyway today’s comic was inspired by my galpal who has this phrase she uses for when you like finish someone’s thought or know what they’re thinking before they do, “…like thoughts falling from the sky” which because my brain is strange and scary place I immediately thought about how terrifying that could be if the thoughts were rain drops and the brains were heavy clouds it’d make a…Brainstorm
Happy Halloween from us at Offbeat Onpoint! Have a safe and wonderful holiday.
I’m making a Halloween present for my favourite little dude. What do you think? I’m pretty happy with how the wooden handle texture looks on the axe personally but what do you think? Feel free to leave a comment below or share if you liked.
FYI I will be taking Monday off but I will be posting my first St Louis Shines interview with an incredibly interesting and entertaining man, Lucian Storm. Check back in on Halloween for the full interview.
Lost? Catch up on the story so far with these comics:
I plan to rework the site a bit soon to reflect the changes in posting schedules and frequencies which will include a central location for The Adventures of Fin and Louie. I’ll probably title it some thing kinda stupidly self-referential like “The story so far…”
Tune in Monday for the weekly Mystery!
As I mentioned earlier this week there are some really excellent bands putting on shows this weekend and in celebration of Friday the 13th I made a comic for the band playing tonight with an extra surprise…
If you see me out tonight or tomorrow night, feel free to say “hi” (it’d help if you explained where you recognise me from, just sayin’).
Tune in Monday for the weekly Mystery (I think it might be a book review, but there’s the mystery: WHAT BOOK?!)
I’m going to continue the Adventures of Fin and Louie a couple times a month or so. This is a continuation from the comic “… meanwhile”.
Some day I will get a real set of colouring makers but I’ll always have a soft spot for my WHS marker set.
Tune in Monday for the weekly mystery.
I’ve had this comic idea for a while, since before I even moved to the city, when I first heard a co worker ask for a “square”. This has always been an odd phrase to me, mostly because growing up I thought of a “square” with reference to a carpenter’s square. Then talking to my friend the other day she mentioned that it never made sense that they called a carpenter’s square a “square” rather it should be a triangle or an “L”(1). Which reminded me of the original question: why is it called a square?
These are carpenter’s squares, though the first one should be called a triangle. It is basic geometry.
When I decided to look into the origin of “square” with reference to “cigarette” I got more than I anticipated.
The original, the square, I read from Urban Dictionary “The box that cigarettes come in ressembles a square. Hence the name, “square” for a cigarette.” (Source: Urban Dictionary – smoke a square) however I was cirious as to how many commonly recognised names are there for smokes?
This list does a decent job covering street etymologies but it reminded me of one slang that’s still rather common, at least in Northern England, “fag” with regard to a cigarette. For my American readers, you can probably imagine my shock hearing “fag” being used so causally in conversation when I went over to the UK, particularly in front of my fellow American housemate who was a gay man. I got curious as to how “fag” came to mean both “cigarette” or a gay man, depending on who you asked, and the answer is disturbing.
late 13c., “bundle of twigs bound up,” also fagald, faggald, from Old French fagot “bundle of sticks” (13c.), of uncertain origin, probably from Italian fagotto “bundle of sticks,” diminutive of Vulgar Latin *facus, from Latin fascis “bundle of wood” (see fasces).
Especially used for burning heretics (emblematic of this from 1550s), so that phrase fire and faggot was used to indicate “punishment of a heretic.” Heretics who recanted were required to wear an embroidered figure of a faggot on the sleeve as an emblem and reminder of what they deserved.
(source: etymology online – faggot n1)
I’m sure you can see the general direction this is headed, or at least I thought I knew where this was going. I was told whilst over there that faggot began to be used to describe someone who was publicly executed at the stake however a bit of reading shines an interesting new light on the sad history of the slang word.
The explanation that male homosexuals were called faggots because they were burned at the stake as punishment is an etymological urban legend. Burning sometimes was a punishment meted out to homosexuals in Christian Europe (on the suggestion of the Biblical fate of Sodom and Gomorrah), but in England, where parliament had made homosexuality a capital offense in 1533, hanging was the method prescribed. Use of faggot in connection with public executions had long been obscure English historical trivia by the time the word began to be used for “male homosexual” in 20th century American slang, whereas the contemptuous slang word for “woman” (in common with the other possible sources or influences listed here) was in active use early 20c., by D.H. Lawrence and James Joyce, among others.
(Source:etymology online – faggot n2)
The actual origin of the term faggot/fag with reference to a gay man came into use in the early 20 century when it was used to contemptuously refer to women (a faggot being something awkward which has to be carried).
However to say that the usage of the word “faggot” hasn’t changed since I was a kid, getting bullied being called shit like “faggot” and “gay”, would be a sad disservice to the nature of linguistics. In our “pop-pc culture” there’s an insistent need to get very triggered over anything slightly offensive which I get, we live in a culture that for a very long time did not think about intention or cultivate value in being thoughtful with how we express ourselves not just for efficiency purposes but also to raise collective emotional intelligence.
What I get hung up on is how reluctant people are to accept that the process of reclamation is uncomfortable at first and that requires us to FUCKING TALK ABOUT IT instead of this popular notion to talk louder or to “agree to disagree” and avoid any real discussion for fear of hurting someone’s feelings. For example, I take issue with people who are trying to make claims about curvy being a derogatory term for “fat”.
(Source: Dictionary.com – curvy)
Literally from the dictionary, defines an object as having curves. It doesn’t make a statement about size until it’s assigned that definition and then why is “big” considered bad? It’s like we live in a fucking Grimm Faerie tale where big = bad = wolf therefore anything big or wolf like (or uncanny(2)) and everyone is both the wolf and little red riding hood depending on who you ask and more importantly this pop-pc culture seems to be label obsessed, which I believe partly if not wholly reinforces this “border war” on what words are acceptable and who can use these certain words which misses the entire point of raising collective emotional intelligence: learning to listen for intention rather than learning to hear keywords.
Next time someone calls you a faggot or says you have a fat ass, try and stop your self before getting triggered and think: what was their intention? Now if their intention was to hurt your feelings, HELL YEA GO FUCKING APE SHIT ON THEM…or like not, but maybe if they’re a decent human being and you’re feeling brave have a conversation with them about that phrase and maybe after a little talking you two may teach each other something. Cheesis knows there’s already enough free floating confusion and anger out there.
Take care of yourselves and talk to one another, folks. We’re all in this together.
Tune in Monday for a very high spirited book review of Jim Crace’s “The Pesthouse”.