My Blog to go with My Comic
Not really. It’s the “old style” with a thick border.
The problem is, I think it looks better than the old style.
More “cartoony” ( but is this a bad thing for a web comic?), and a little more attractive.
Tell me what you think.
I love Linux. I really do. I’m not going back to Windows. But every once in a while I run into problems like this. Go only if you want, it’s a thread about the non-functionality of the waccom driver, and by extension, any waccom tablet you might happen to be using.
Like mine, for instance.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s perfectly usable as a mouse. It’s all the other doodads I spent $300 on that don’t work.
My strategy so far was to be one rev back. I was tempted to go to FC10 for many reasons. But I have to tell you, I won’t be going to FC11 until they get the waccom situation fixed.
Just saying.
(*sigh*)
So. Where in the heck am I going with Shield of Creation? I’m glad you asked. Here’s my current thinking on the topic. This could change at any time, so don’t take this as gospel (heh).
I’m an atheist of the “there is an extremely high probability that no supernatural god (or gods) exists” variety. The universe of Singularity Blues has no supernatural god. Since I can’t speak for the Oracle for Hire universe, I will go out on a limb here and say that since there is demonstrable magic, and a demonstrable Lord of Hell, and demonstrable angels, so there is probably a god (or a slew of extremely powerful Supernatural Good and/or Bad Guys)
Operation Overman (a nod to Operation Overlord, better known as D-Day, and also Nietzsche’s Overman). It is the second act to the thee act arc I have planned. Most of the chuckles occur here. Some things to remember:
John and Fran have the following weaknesses in the Oracle for Hire Universe:
John and Fran have the following strengths:
A few more ground rules:
Matter from the pocket universe has an half-life of ten years in either the SB or OfH universes, and vice versa, regardless of it’s chemical composition. It will tear itself apart until there’s nothing left.
Members of The First Expedition (1X) carried “black boxes”, which used matter from the pocket universe to make a recording of themselves. Not everyone survived (realdeath).
The Matter Compiler placed into Dominic’s shoulder is made of matter from the pocket universe. Mr. Burberry is also made of matter from the pocket universe (he rebuilt himself when 1X failed)
Matter from the SB universe has an half-life of two weeks in the OfH universe, and vice versa, regardless of it’s chemical composition. It will tear itself apart until there’s nothing left.
The only thing that can be reliably moved between the universes is patterns (or information, if you will)
John and Fran (or the beings that are using those names and personalities at the moment) are members of a culture that is very old, and very stable.
None of the Oracle for Hire characters will be permanently changed.
And now I have to go to work. More later.
One of the thing Atheists share with Theists is the certain knowledge of what happens to them after they die.
With Theists, you go someplace nice after you die. That is, if you’ve read the right instruction manual, and you frequent the right clubhouse, and you’ve jumped through the appropriate hoops. This is certain, because it’s a big part of most instruction manuals. And most of them have a “this manual is in it’s final form and is correct” statement in them.
But I digress.
With Atheists, your body goes into the ground after you die. “You” gets lost when the complex chemical process in your head that supports “you” turns into moldy cheese. This is certain, because we’ve all observed it in one form or another. Some of us, up close and personal.
I’ve seen several corpses in my life. The worst is when you embalm the body.
The embalmed corpse never, in my experience, looks like they did in life. In fact, if you saw someone with that “embalmed” look walking down the street, you would probably soil your pants. Look up uncanny valley, you’ll understand.
Next in line: freshly dead. This was the case with my ex-father-in-law. He was a son-of-a-bitch when he was alive, and fought like a son-of-a-bitch in that last week of life. And in spite of being dead, he looked very peaceful without all that crap flushed into him.
Lastly: cremation. I want to go this way. Have a wake if you really, really feel it’s necessary (I’ll be dead, I won’t care, by definition), but no embalming fluid, please. Then slap me in the oven and spread my ashes in the ocean.
And then get stinking drunk.
Which brings us to the point of this post…
Something funny happened on the way to the funeral I attended last Friday. I wasn’t concerned in the least for the disceased. She was dead, and she was beyond pain.
She spent the last two years of her life in a confused haze. She didn’t take this state very well, and she took it out on the one who loved her the most, her only daughter.
And then she went downhill fast, and died in her sleep. It was the end of senility. It was the end of incontenance. It was the end of not being able to enjoy much of anything.
This may sound strange coming from an atheist, but her death was a blessing for everybody.
And we had a two-day party in her honor. And let me tell you, it was fucking awesome.
Nobody really got stinking (not until that second night, anyway, but I was designated driver and I was a good boy, thank you). But we had good food, and good drink, and good stories. And I thought to myself this is the way it should be. And this was for a lady that, while kind of a pain in the arse when alive, was never really evil, if you know what I mean.
So I guess what I’m saying is, a funny thing happened on the way to the funeral. I got some ideas for my own. No worries, guys, it’s going to be fucking awesome!