I’m making shirts now, churbs! Here’s one: Planet Christopher and Moonie. Weat it on your body, and when someone asks you who the heck is on your torso covering, make sure to say, “The Talking Boxes will increase your life by 900 %.”
…from topical humor. I don’t like topics. I prefer that the strip remain atopical – if not antitopical. When people ask what the strip is about, I want to be able to honestly say that it isn’t about anything.
That makes it sound like TTB is basically Seinfeld.
But one can make a distinction between being about nothing and not being about anything. Seinfeld, as I see it, was a “show about nothing” in that its topic was nothing as an idea. The Talking Boxes has no topic. There is nothing that the strip is about. Very subtle difference.
Now I know that I could say that the strip is about sentient polygons and Halloween decorations flying through space doing nonsensical things. That’s easy. Or I could say that the strip is about the ultimate incomprehensibility of life and how funny it is when we try to make sense of it. That’s pretentious. So I prefer to say that The Talking Boxes is not about anything or, if pressed, that it’s about having fun and being silly.
… to write is way too much stress, so I’m just going to not do that.
I had a job interview yesterday. Shockingly, this site doesn’t keep the lights on. Also, my cool artist friend Rob Stepp is doing some illustrations for my next book which are of such great quality that, upon your looking at them, your stockings are certain to explode from your feet almost as if you had been struck hard about the chest by a large man swinging a crab.
Funny and serious are two ends of a spectrum. There’s something in between and that’s where I live – just close enough to the serious side to be considered stupid.
Anyway, Death Magick is up on Amazon now, so go buy it and then review it. People love reviewing things. Write a funny review. Or a stupid one. The review is where you get to shine; take some of the spotlight off of me, the author, and pour it all over your opinion. I’m the one that wrote a novel but whatever, right? You thought something about it so I guess now everything is all about you.
Stupid is a good place to be. It’s a balancing act. Nothing impresses people more than someone who can balance a chair and a table on their chin and then have someone sit in the chair and serve chicken fingers for nine guests.
Go buy my book and tune in next week for the exciting conclusion of The Unpossible Skulk Part 6: Space Pterodactyl.