HURT COMICS: The Biscuit

Lisa has just said that our disappointment about comics is like a frat guy balancing a biscuit on a dog's nose. "Here's the biscuit! You can't have it!"
I think it's more like pretending you're going to throw something for a trusting dog, you get the dog really excited, then you pretend to throw it, and the dog goes tearing ass off, and you laugh with your buddies that the dog was fooled.

So, I say, no more balancing biscuits, and no more chasing biscuits that never left someone's hand. I don't mean "I am quitting teh comicszorzes." I mean getting caught up in discussions that go absolutely nowhere. No one is convincing anyone else that "Minx" is a good or bad name for a comics line. (By which I mean women are generally not liking it, and men are generally going, "Buhwuht's wrong with it?") No one who thinks a comics line aimed at girls that has two women in the initial line up, neither of which is a professional comics writer/artist/creator, is puzzling and maybe just looks like Same Shit, Different Day is convincing anyone already working or hoping to work or friends with someone on the line.

And now the discussion has sunk to the usual depths and left me annoyed with myself for even getting caught up in it. I ran for that fucking biscuit again, dammit.
Fuck that shit. I'm sneaking into the kitchen when everyone else in comics is asleep and eating all the biscuits I want and thinking, "How that's biscuit NOW, jackass?"

ATF: Stoned

Yellow Wings
Originally uploaded by DivaLea.

Today was Get Up at Too Early-thirty and go to Garza Masonry on IH-10 just past Boerne, and pick out stone for the outside of the house. We decided on out about the third thing we saw, a mix of Oklahoma rocks, some red from oxidization, some with lichen, all different, each with its own character. It's like buying the world's biggest bag of marbles.
There will be enough to add rock to an interior wall, which will be extra cool.
The plane at left is one of a number of interesting things at Garza. I talked to Frank there about how they got this plane on its stand about fifteen feet in the air. (Which was with angle irons and a crane.) Some of the others were the license plate fish, a wooden caboose over 150 years old, and a greant many carved rocks in the shapes of stars, buddhas and Aztec gods. There was also a spectacular rock mosaic hidden up a staircase.
While we were there, we also found some neat mosaics for the baths and kitchen, and much less than the stuff at Home Despot or Lowe's.

Big bag of marbles, I tell ya!

Click on the pic for more images of Garza Masonry, tile that will be inside the house, and the rear elevation of the house, which now has siding, windows, and a roof.