Man. Take out a few murderous criminals and suddenly you’re typecast? Life, I swear.

So the seemingly unrelated storylines are starting to come together now! Hang tight! This is where we start having some real fun. Especially me, since I get to set more things on fire. Fortunately, I’d just done some burning tire tracks, and Max’s sweet art on this page gave me the perfect opportunity to use them.

Oh! and reminder! October’s Vote Incentive is up! The popular “Sith Marissa” image, now pristine without word balloons or distracting foreground elements!

And speaking of sweet art, the September incentive: “Marissa: Blowing Kisses” has been upgraded to super-high-resolution and print-optimized versions and the whole shebang is available for immediate download on Max-the-Artist’s donation page!  Any and all boostage appreciated!

More below!



Part of the Job Description


I’m sure we’ve all experienced this at some point or another — the discovery that; just because you’ve gotten a reputation for being good at something, people assume that’s all you know how to do. There’s any number of people who assume that just because I’ve occasionally blown some stuff up that I can’t possibly be the same guy who writes cartoons. Or that if I write cartoons, I can’t possibly write novels. Or live-action scripts. It’s like you get pigeonholed.

But it’s okay. I actually like bouncing around. And the neat thing about the Internet and computers these days is that if you can’t get anyone to actually hire you to do something new — well, it’s not outside the realm of possibility for you to just go ahead and do it anyway. Indy filmmakers, indy authors, and of course — webcomics. Sometimes the best way to learn is by doing.

So right at the moment, I’m trying — with my wife’s help — to learn how to write for pre-school children. Yes. Me. It’s a style I’ve never explored, and since almost my entire IMDB database is 90’s brutal action shows, it’s not something I can really expect anyone to just hire me for, right off the bat. But actually, it’s an interesting shift in the mental gearage. I used to say that if they ever needed the Care Bears to blow stuff up and kill people, I’d be right there (and I still secretly think that would be a cool series) but for now, I’m actually learning to “think cute.”

My wife currently works on a Disney Junior show called Jake and the Neverland Pirates, which gives her all sorts of insights on the genre. Such as “Don’t be scary,” and “There’s no real evil, just little conflicts like envy or competition,” and “it’s important to have small teaching moments.” And while my natural instincts are to write something like: “Okay, kids! Remember, Mr. M203 Grenade Launcher is your friend! Just make sure he’s loaded properly and pointed in a safe direction! Now let’s see who can be first to fire a forty mike-mike HEPD into the practice bunker!” she says that’s not really what the executives are looking for. Then she references a “teaching moment” like showing how worms help enrich the soil, and doesn’t mention anything about decomposing bodies.

It’s like we’re talking two different languages, I swear.

Still, I’m picking it up. It’s a growth experience. And like Max in the page above, I rather resent the implication that no one seems to think I’d even be interested. I am, I swear!

(Share Bear: I know! We can share it! Just let me make enough pieces for everyone — with my chainsaw! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! BRRRRRRRM!)

— Bob out

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