I have a new post coming soon, but in the mean time I wanted to share something that I’ve read which really hit a nerve (in the best possible way).
It’s been a productive week. I’ve performed my first set of stand-up comedy, had some writing projects take off in a big way (details coming in the future), and I’ve changed up my routes for afternoon walks and commuting.
I have to admit that I sorta like wearing a moustache. As much as I’m looking forward to growing my beard back in December, there’s a serious temptation on my part to just grow this out into the most walrus-ey monster of a ‘stache that I’m capable of cultivating.
There’s not much more to say at the moment. If you haven’t had a chance to check out some of this month’s posts, you can view my thoughts on the downward spiral that is The Simpsons, and see what all the fuss over Toronto hip hop artist AndrewLIVE’s new album is about.
As before, you can check out my Movember profile and donate to the cause here.
- My story “A Cold Night, Dead Past” will be featured in Palladium Books’ The Rifter #64, hopefully being released in the next couple of weeks. I’m waiting with baited breath.
- A new post on Tuesday, December 3 – as well as another end-of-Movember update on Friday, November 29.
- More news as it becomes available!
I don’t really watch The Simpsons anymore.
That said, I didn’t exactly “Hah!” when I heard that Marcia Wallace, the voice actor for Edna Krabappel, had died. It didn’t provoke any particular feeling. I hadn’t thought about her in a long time, and the whole show has sort of been off my radar for a while. So I didn’t really think about it very much.
Then, I read about the opening to a recent Simpsons episode. Bart, still doodling on his chalkboard as long as both my brothers have been alive. Except his message is a simple and heartfelt farewell to Mrs. K.
And that’s awesome.
In real life, anyway.
I had a great time attending the 2013 Detroit Fanfare convention in Michigan this past weekend. I got to meet some heroes, both personal and fictional, as well as more than a few truly interesting sights and events.
Some thank you’s are in order:
Billy West, for his kind words and inspiration. It’s good to know that I’m not the only artist who was a terrible student in school.
John DiMaggio and Maurice Lamarche, for being awesome and taking time to indulge a fanboy in brief conversation. Maurice said that he was glad that the Brain and Animaniacs had such an impact on my generation, and John was surprised to hear that I was gushing more for his portrayal of the Joker in Under the Red Hood than his work on Futurama and Adventure Time.
Kevin Siembiedia and the rest of the Palladium crew! Not only were they warm and welcoming, but offered some great feedback on new works I’m developing for them. Kevin was kind enough to run a game of Palladium Fantasy that I was lucky enough to take part in, and I had a blast! Wayne Smith and Matthew Clements were both very good to meet as well, and I look forward to working with them in the future. Last but not least, Chuck Walton and I jived on pretty much everything from style to substance, and neither of us can wait to see what the other does next – particularly more works of ours that overlap!
Finally, Mr. Mort Castle. After enjoying his panel (along with The Walking Dead’s Jay Bonansigna) on writing horror, I was lucky enough to chat with him for a few minutes. Expect a future post detailing some of the pertinent notes from that panel, including some direct quotes from him and Jay!
I’ll be participating in the not-so-ancient ritual of Movember this year! Not only that, but I’ll actually be trying to raise money for the cause, so you can find my online profile for Movember Canada here.
I intend to post a couple of updates on this per week, so expect some shaven-going-stubbly photos in the next few days. I’ll be chronicling not only the resurgence of facial hair, but also what it feels like to go from beard to nothing at all and back again. Well, from nothing to 70’s porn star calling card, anyway.
I’ve found that black comedy suits my personality to a tee. Looking at the world, all its ugliness and stupidity, and choosing to laugh. It speaks to something inside me, that asshole nugget buried deep (or not very deep at all, depending on who you ask). It’s a perfect fusion of the masks of comedy and tragedy – somewhere between a frown and a smirk. I laugh without compromising my pessimism.
There’s few other genres that make me cringe as much as I laugh. Or even do both at the same time. It only happens when I really care about the characters. If my life has had one constant, it’s that ‘it’s easy to hate people,’ but that’s the difference. Everyone’s bad here, which makes the whole thing a lot more relative in who I can root for. No matter how vile, despicable, or just plain old fucked up, every character is deserving of love if handled correctly.