Banned from the Board? Only 'The Truth'!

Hey, necessary changes over at Al Nickerson's Creator Rights site and discussion board, prompted by the lively Marvelman/Miracleman thread.

Some of you posting there of late may have suffered a speed bump or two the last couple of days -- I know I did! -- but Al has sorted it all out, and I wanted to be sure to provide the necessary links here in case you were one of those like myself who momentarily found themselves inadvertantly "banned" from the board during the systems changeover.

So, here's the chronology, in a nutshell. After requesting that

everyone "play nice,"

Al and his partner Chuck Morrison found themselves having to deal with a poster "who was using a bunch of different IP addresses." In dealing with that belligerent poster, others were mistakingly and briefly "caught up in the mess, too," though both Al and Chuck weren't happy about the decision to 'ban' the mystery man, either.

"I don't mind folks disagreeing, but insults will not do," Al wrote to me. "'The Truth' [the pseudoname the belligerent poster used] was warned, but then, continued on. So, he got booted." The end result: "Guests can no longer post at the forum. People have to be registered to post. I checked the permissions and the settings are set for only registered members." No prob: most boards and blogs accepting comments require folks register these days; it doesn't hinder free speech.

Nevertheless, that process created other problems for everyone, which Al discusses on this

'banning' difficulties thread.

Hope this clears this up -- the thread prompting all this flurry of semi-spastic activity is

the Marvelman/Miracleman thread, which is here.

It's an interesting read, and I hope we indeed find out who this mysterious "movie producer" is claiming to have proprietary rights to the venerable Marvelman/Miracleman character. Huh -- a brazen new wrinkle, just what this unresolved cluster-fuck needed.

See you there!

Getting Perspective

* Cartoonist amazing Jason Little was our guest at The Center for Cartoon Studies yesterday, delivering a powerhouse perspective drawing session. I felt pretty much a fish out of water -- I've never had a knack or much knowledge on the fundamentals of delineating proper perspective as a cartoonist -- and I'm afraid wasn't much help except to maybe one student, but Jason was excellent: solid presentation, mucho prepared, knew his stuff inside and out, very attentive to the students and their various needs, and a charmer. If anything, we could use either a longer session next time around or a two-day workshop on the topic. I learned plenty, and tinkered with some of the principles this morning -- Jason made it look so simple! -- before diving into my morning writing chores (which includes this daily exercise). There's some things an instructor is best admitting one doesn't know or have a handle on, and a more skilled & knowledgable guest speaker is needed, and this was one of 'em.

* Afterwards, I dashed up to James Sturm's house for a brief get-together with James, his wife Rachel, and their dinner guests, Jason and his family and poet & fellow CCS instructor Peter Money and his (wife? partner?) Lucinda and everyone's children -- couldn't stay for dinner, as I had to rush home to dine with Marge (chicken in both households), but had time to draw a dinosaur for James & Rachel's daughter and then teach the kids how to make 'Exquisite Corpses' and we drew a couple, which is always fun. Love to watch their eyes when the unfold their first-ever unfolded 'critter' -- this had them all wanting to draw!

* Having thus precipitated trouble, I had to dash while Rachel's succulent-smelling dinner was served. Sigh. Still, made it home on time to find Marge about to pop her chicken delight into the oven, and a fine meal it was, too.

The odd mingling of kitchen odors between the houses, almost 90 miles apart, both linked with delicious meals, makes tactile the curious harmony driving life these days: this is all so right, feels worthwhile and correct, the cords/chords between our home and the new life at CCS. It even smells right, an affirmation for the senses, the tastebuds. How rare is this?

* After dinner, we struggled with the issue of the rising fuel costs (back up to $2.91+ a gallon hereabouts already), possible car-pooling options, "should we move" options, and that kind of happy shit. We love our house -- the first I've ever owned, not rented! -- and it's finally perfectly customized to our needs (like this insane book-lined studio/office I type & work in every morning/day), but we both drive such long distances to work (172.6 miles for me round trip, now just once a week, but Marge drives 145+ every day).

Geographically, a move upstate makes a lot of sense; in fact, Marge's son/my stepson and his fiance live right about there, which is another magnet. James drops lead hints regularly about Marge and I moving closer to CCS -- he wants us, "they" want us closer -- indeed a draw (pun intended), and is currently making arrangements for me to have a drawing studio in the upcoming new CCS space (I've said yes -- at last, a place for my paleontology library and return-to-work on my beloved Tyrant?).

But house prices are up, we've got a lot invested into this place, my kids live close by still, and our dearest friends live south of us (in Massachusetts), and that's a huge factor, too.

Emotionally, our hearts live here, and there's many other factors, too (like, moving my enormous wads of shit just 8 miles back in 2002 took six months total -- with almost daily trips in my old Toyota squareback -- and many moving trucks on the final fateful day! What a horrorshow). I'm working with three communities now -- serving on Boards for three different organizations I believe in (two in Brattleboro, one in White River Jct.), and increasingly extending my teaching work into where we live, here in Marlboro -- and that's an anchor, too. I've no wish to step away from any of it, especially since I'm told what I'm doing as part of the three collectives is bringing something unique to all three; my stepping away (which I damned near did with one of the Brattleboro groups) would cost them, somehow, diminish all we've worked to build. And my son and daughter live in Brattleboro, my daughter having only recently opened doors to communication/being together that had long been closed. The heart lives here.

Ah, who cares? Marge and I will figure it out eventually. What a rambling blog this AM...

Hey, some days, it flows. Somedays, you get this crap...

More on CCS Seth, Chris Ware, Ivan Brunetti visit...

For a student's view (two posts) of last week's amazing CCS visit from Seth, Chris Ware & Ivan Brunetti -- plus samples both Jon-Mikel and Colleen's art, well worth a look! -- go over to

Jon & Colleen's Cowboy Orange Blog

and scroll down past the most recent 'zombie day' post -- but only after leaving your own 'zombie day' suggestions, natch.