Joe Slowboat posted:

Didn't they say he had to 'speak' the word, or am I just remembering a more interesting narrative than occurred

The Little Death posted:

amigolupus posted:

Dominic Dongan.

Zereth posted:

Where the gently caress did they go? That's not Arduak's place. Why didn't they go home? Ink Witch is right there, they could just take the Ink Spacehsip if it's too far to walk.

Fister Roboto posted:

It's would be like wanting to be a great artist, but you hate taking art classes.

Dalris Othaine posted:

"I... I only wanted to see the faces. Human faces. I thought... I thought that if I could gain the ability to access the morphic fieldset, then perhaps I could see faces... By peering into people's minds, you could understand how they were processing the expressions of others."

E: wow was I lucky this lovely reference wasn't the new page ty bismuth

Invisible Clergy posted:

I assume on Friday, he'll hold up the symbol for "endings" and she'll stop immediately.

Rotten Red Rod posted:

I will never fathom why Goblins' creator decided that the goofy meta 4th-wall breaking D&D webcomic with a character literally named "Minmax" was the correct place to tell a heart-wrenching story of endless misery porn and extreme body horror.

RandomPauI posted:

Is Dresden Kodek still around? I remember loving it when it was gag-a-day strips but then it switched to sporadic, long-form storylines that felt off.

Tesseraction posted:

Hmm if only there was something that could clue you in to whether they would be crappy enough to use AI art



guess we'll never know.

Breetai posted:

Trapezium Dave posted:

It's still amazing that Greg doesn't even for a second consider that he could possibly learn how to be a proper doctor to heal people and instead breaks out the lovely guitars. gently caress it let Pam do double duty as both mayor and nurse.

Robot Style posted:

Mookie does the opposite - he starts with the details and works outwards:


This is from that youtube documentary where he brags about all the slurs he came up with. You can see he starts with the eyes and then builds the face out from there, doing the body last. They even left in the part where his lack of foresight hosed up the drawing by having the face too low and he had to start again.

Obnoxipus posted:

Mookie can make him blind instead of deaf. A comic with only dialogue!

Boba Pearl posted:

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Codependent Poster posted:

How can he not draw breasts after 20 plus years of drawing

Emrikol posted:

So the answer to what was up with the pages is that Arudak stole a rough draft of a book Jacob was writing about his brother.

This mundane explanation for a mysterious artifact that kicked off what could have been a fantastical adventure only gets more nonsensical the longer you think about it, but that's the Mookie magic!

Sight Reading May Have Ruined My Life posted:

I love music. I love it with all of my heart and soul. Listening to music fills me with inspiration and puts sound to emotions I didn’t know I had or needed to feel. It can be both deep and meaningful, and simply be beautiful for the sake of beauty. Music is everything to me. It is my muse and my passion and I cannot imagine a day without it.

But playing music in my youth has given me insecurities that I cannot shake to this day… namely the scourge upon this world known as “sight reading.”

If you’re not familiar with the concept of sight reading, it’s simple in its cruelty. It is a test to see how well you can comprehend and perform a piece of music that you have never seen before. Sheet music is placed before you and you are given a few moments to look it over before playing it, unpracticed, for the first time. The more you get right on your first try, the better a musician you are considered.

As a kid, this hosed me up. As an adult, the need to “get things right on the first try” still haunts me.

There was one music competition/audition where I practiced my rear end off. It was a difficult piece and I was determined to nail it. It was late in high school and it was my last chance to get into the All-State band, to be considered among the best young musicians in the state. All the kids of great musical acclaim in my high school made it to All-State, and their pictures were even framed in a special display case. I was determined to be counted among them. Can you guess where this is going? Because if you think this story ends as “I practiced my heart out and played my very best but didn’t make it into All-State because I bombed the sight reading” you would be correct. My dedication and heart counted only for half of my ability to get something right on the first try, the latter of which was lacking.

Sight reading also kicked me in the rear end in the opposite direction. At yet another music competition/audition I was hoping to get into the All-County jazz band. I did well on my prepared piece but was nervous about the sight reading aspect of the audition. Imagine my delight when the sight reading piece was a song I already knew! To the judge, who didn’t know I was familiar with the piece, I must have seemed like a prodigy! I got into All-County! As first trumpet. Because they perceived me as that skilled. And man oh man did I bomb that. The demands of the seat were way above my capabilities and I was too embarrassed to admit that I was constantly lost. And I don’t know if you’ve ever had a line full of angry trumpet players staring daggers at you, but I don’t recommend it.

In my opinion, no one should have this kind of pressure put upon them, especially students. No one should be taught the lesson that if you can’t get something unfamiliar correct on your first try, your skills will be considered inferior.

To this day I have to fight a battle with myself whenever I fail at something that I’ve never attempted before. I have to tell myself that it’s okay to make mistakes and learning from errors is how one improves, not just in art but in every aspect of life. It took me years to accept that I am not the type of person who’s going to nail it on the first try.

Sight reading gave me scars, most that have healed, but some still ache years later. And whenever I get the urge to take up playing music again, in any form, some of those old wounds flare up.

Rotten Red Rod posted:

Mookie literally did the cringiest tiktok on this exact idea and it was horrible

I'm not linking it because I don't want the mental damage of looking at his tiktok again

Tesseraction posted: