Friday, March 25, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Them's fightin' words
There has been a popping up of the term "frames" in reference to what are known traditionally as cartoon panels. I'm irked by this. In a conversation with a friend this weekend, use of the word frame came up again in reference to cartooning.
Scene 1 begins when the fighting words rolled off his tongue: "Frames, panels .. same thing."
Next frame: "What - did - you - say?" She was all up in his face with that, there at the bar. "You are wrong, buddy. Dead wrong."
Frame #3: He brays the rhetorical question back at her: "No, missy -- you're wrong," pronouncing 'you're' with cadence like a little lamby-sheep would do.
They both knock back a shot of house whiskey.
4: She inches closer, getting toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye, moment-to-moment. Beads of sweat forming, gloves off. "Let me clarify, flank-steak. To say frame means you're referencing film or have read comics 'how-to' manuals . . . . which means you're there looking at that."
Frame 5: He jeers across his rotten crowns right at her with another rhetorical question. "What's wrong with that -- Lady Purist!" One of his caps is almost pure motherlode gold-plated.
Frame 6: He spits and reaches.
Frame 7: Quickly outdrawn, she's gets him down at heel.
8:Towering over him, all statuesque and lovely, she states gently and yet emphatically, as if she were a glowing apparition of truth: "It's called tradition, my friend. Real cartoonists make panels."
9: Triumphantly, she steps across him, walks through the double swinging doors and bee-lines it back to the drawing table.
FIN
Scene 1 begins when the fighting words rolled off his tongue: "Frames, panels .. same thing."
Next frame: "What - did - you - say?" She was all up in his face with that, there at the bar. "You are wrong, buddy. Dead wrong."
Frame #3: He brays the rhetorical question back at her: "No, missy -- you're wrong," pronouncing 'you're' with cadence like a little lamby-sheep would do.
They both knock back a shot of house whiskey.
4: She inches closer, getting toe-to-toe, eye-to-eye, moment-to-moment. Beads of sweat forming, gloves off. "Let me clarify, flank-steak. To say frame means you're referencing film or have read comics 'how-to' manuals . . . . which means you're there looking at that."
Frame 5: He jeers across his rotten crowns right at her with another rhetorical question. "What's wrong with that -- Lady Purist!" One of his caps is almost pure motherlode gold-plated.
Frame 6: He spits and reaches.
Frame 7: Quickly outdrawn, she's gets him down at heel.
8:Towering over him, all statuesque and lovely, she states gently and yet emphatically, as if she were a glowing apparition of truth: "It's called tradition, my friend. Real cartoonists make panels."
9: Triumphantly, she steps across him, walks through the double swinging doors and bee-lines it back to the drawing table.
FIN
Monday, March 7, 2011
Your Ticket to Cool
The worst part about it: getting up at 5:30 AM Monday mornings to be on the job at 7 -- a major adjustment for this committed night person. (5:30 is often when I go to bed!) Regardless, I loved every minute of it.
In the pic: That red teacher sweater: My Monday Morning Jacket for Valentine's Day!
http://tlcommunity.com/secondary/your-ticket-to-cool
http://animoto.com/play/bnmSaRMH0CamXBI10ZCTgA?utm_content=main_link
Friday, March 4, 2011
Homeroom Hottie
The T-shirt in the pic says Homeroom Hottie :)
http://www.comicbookresources.com/?page=article&id=31136
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
He walks through the Bardo
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/02/15/national/main20031944.shtml
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