After some initial confusion caused by David Bowie, whose unconscionable concert planning mismanagement resulted in Darren having to go to Wellington instead of David coming to Darren’s flat, it was hastily decided at the last minute that the Funtime Comics workshop should be at my house this month. Given the panic and anxiety that must have been engendered by the change of location, I was delighted to see so many good people show up. Bob was there, and Tony, and Jason and Andrewkepple. Matt gave his apologies on account of it was Valentine’s Day and he has a sweetheart.
I sketched out some plans for further comics in the Let’s Learn Broken English series (”Chapetor One: Who is spaked the Broken English?”). And I finally got around to scanning in Art Gallery Comix and used Photoshop to remove all visible traces of cat piss. I’m not actually all that happy with this comic, but a lot of people seemed to like it, and it did get exhibited in an art gallery, albeit blu-tacced to the wall instead of framed. Also they put the panels out of order. But that’s what I get for writing a comic about how art galleries aren’t really a very good place for showing comics. If anyone can remember what year that was, I’d like to know.
Then Jason started building a pirate ship out of Lego, and I suggested that we use my digital camera to make a photocomic about space pirates and a ghost on skis. Andrewkepple helped plan a script. We were well underway when the batteries gave out, and Jason will be returning tomorrow to complete it.
Comics. Good.