In England EVERYTHING means vagina

Line tool and CTRL+T get quite the workout when I have to do perspective, and much as I gripe about Photoshop, I'd probably have stuck to the bricking or glazing without it and still be busy half-heartedly building car showrooms like that one just outside Tunbridge Wells that I had a hand in and would be quite surprised if it hasn't keeled over and deathed a few people in the years since. But Photoshop - it is damn handy for the technically inept like myself.

Yes, there's a lot of empty space, isn't there? I find it helps to roughly accommodate where the lettering might go during the layout stages, to save headaches down the line. Still, that's the double-page spread finished before the weekend kicks in. Photoshop may be good, but Photoshop and Vista? Not so much. Double page spreads are big files and prone to crash the PC, so I usually split them into chunks and do them piecemeal, which is not great for maintaining already-shaky visual continuity between panels so I've penciled in some editing time at the end of each chapter.

The weekend begins...

you know where the floor is and if you don't you know where the door is

Battle makes a man! The gates of confrontation have opened!

Doodledoodledoodle...
Slowly getting there on various projects. Not much to say beyond that...
Haven't really thought this whole 'daily posting' thing through, have I? Eh.

Watching: 90210, Good Wife, Harry's law, Fairly Legal, The Listener, Bob's Burgers, Human Target, Smallville, The Cape, Outcasts, Bedlam, Justified, Andromeda.

The Listener I thought canceled a couple of years ago, but here it is, back on screens - a Toronto-based drama about a paramedic with the ability to read minds, it's not great but it fills a hole.
As for Fairly Legal I am done with you, legalese twentysomething life drama. May no man eat fruit of thee hereafter for ever, such is thy corniness and trite worldview.
Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda is a bit dated in its CGI spaceship doings, but at least has the odd bit of ambition in amongst the otherwise formulaic plots. I have a soft spot for Tyr "no, he really is a rotten scumbag with no redeeming virtues" Anasazi and the unashamedly old-fashioned character Rev, a cannibal rapist who's turned over a new leaf. It reminds me a lot of what I thought Farscape was probably like before I actually started watching it, but there's a nice bit of curve-balling in setting up Hercules: the Legendary Journeys actor Kevin Sorbo as an infallible Captain Kirk-alike only to reveal flaws as time goes on so that there's actually a story to tell about the character every now and then, and even - garsp! - some long-game storytelling if you pay attention to background details in the early episodes. I'm actually quite surprised I like it, as it's chocka with cliche and corndog moments. I'm probably just getting older and less discerning.

In England we call them "Italian fannies"

Unproductive day is slightly more productive than its predecessor.

Hell is not punishment enough FOR THE LIKES OF YOU!

Unproductive day is unproductive. Figgin' mid-terms...

I hope you rot in jail and the rats eat your eyes

Today I am on Vista time!

No porn today. Back to interpersonal drama and wandering facial likenesses and I can see why pro comic artists avoid changing stuff like hairstyles on characters even though that's what normal people do from day to day. It's bloody murder making characters look the same.


Captain America movie looking pretty sweet - just the right mix of retro and conventional stylings for my taste. Hopefully they'll keep the theme from the trailer.

an often fruitless quest for intermittent patches of happiness interspersed with toil, ennui, Justin Bieber and wasps

Once again eager blogwatchers thinking I'll be posting the porn I'm supposed to be drawing at the minute are disappointed by random sketches of brain-farts rendered only to keep things nice and clean so Blogger feels no need to ban my arse.

Although if you actually know who Sailor Moon is, there's probably a narrow but Rule 34-affirming strand of fanfiction that blends her and Spidey for some pseudo-bukkake action involving the latter's web shooters, and if I had half an ounce of sense I would discard the small but persistent measure of decency and restraint I possess and draw it and charge for prints. Seriously, go to Deviantart and search for random fetish terms, chances are someone's commissioned something along those lines from that site's users. Always an option if this graphic novel lark comes to nowt, I guess...