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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

AND CTHULHU ANSWERED ...

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One of my goals is to try and do what is dubbed to as "Motion Comics." It is described as a cross between a comic book/strip a...
Sunday, July 26, 2015

BASS ACKWARDS

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So the normal process ... as I understand it ... Is that you plan your site out, with all the frills and niceties, and then fill it with con...
Wednesday, July 22, 2015

NOT ANOTHER ONE! TOON BOOM HARMONY IS NOT HARMONIOUS!!!

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Again I say ... "NOT ANOTHER ONE!!!" In a past post ... I talked about how Adobe was no longer selling their products but rentin...
Saturday, July 18, 2015

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY ...

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... It's your birthday too. Ok ... so I'm dyslexic.  However, today is my birthday. July 19th. But I guess if you are reading th...
Thursday, July 16, 2015

THE MORGUE

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No ... I have not turned to such gruesome things ... like playing with corpses. But I know at least 2 classmates that did ... and they we...
Wednesday, July 8, 2015

PATRICK McDONNELL IS MY HERO!!!

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... He really is ... McDonnell is the creator of the comic strip "Mutts." This gentle strip has a retro feel to it that ...
Wednesday, July 1, 2015

The Multiplane Camera

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Me, being able to use a multiplane camera is in a way a fine example of the wonders of home computers. In real life, they are expensive, h...
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Well met, fellow traveller. May I offer the sharing of water? Take a long drink from my wineskin. What shall you call me? To give a name is to offer definition — and worse yet, power over such as I. Still, I have worn many names, some given, some taken. For now, you may call me Mhor Gunn, the Great Fire. It is my current nom de voyage. I am a storyteller wandering without map or compass, seeking tales old and new — some remembered clearly, others half‑forgotten. Are they true or false? That is for you to decide. We all carry truths. But what is truth? An unchanging law? The loudest voice? The one who refuses to stop speaking? I walk in the space between myth and memory, drawing images and runes in the sand. There was a time when the best place by the fire was saved for the storyteller. Come. Sit. Listen to my tales.
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