I used to make comics. I know that because strangers would look at my work and immediately share their most excruciatingly banal experiences with me:

— that time a motorised wheelchair cut in front of them in the line at the supermarket;
— when the dentist pulled the wrong tooth and they tried to get a discount;
— eating off an apple and finding half a worm in it;

every anecdote rounded of with a triumphant “You should make a comic about that!”

Then I would take my 300 pages graphic novel out of their hands, both of us knowing full well they weren’t going to buy it, and I’d smile politely, “Yeah, sure. Someday.”

“Don’t try to cheat me out of my royalties when you publish it,” they would guffaw and walk away to grant comics creator status onto their next victim.

Nowadays I make work that feels even more truly like comics to me than that almost twenty years old graphic novel. Collage-y, abstract stuff that breaks all the rules just begging to be broken. Linear narrative is ashes settling in my trails, montage stretched thin and warping in new, interesting directions.

I teach comics techniques at a university level based in my current work. I even make an infrequent podcast talking to other avantgarde artists about their work in the same field.

Still, sometimes at night my subconscious whispers the truth in my ear: Nobody ever insists I turn their inane bullshit nonevents into comics these days, and while I am a happier, more balanced person as a result of that, I guess that means I don’t make comics any longer after all.

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  • Ugh, sorry to hear about your experiences. Yeah, I’m not going to bat for all bus drivers. I’m speaking in favour of having a human onboard, because the passengers aren’t necessarily an ideal crowd either…

    The role of being a proxy authority figure can definitely turn some asshole drivers further to the dark side… I don’t want to come off as defending those.





  • So close, and yet…

    The “market economy” is the death cult. The notion that somehow market forces are inevitable, natural powers is the logical fallacy.

    We are so primed to capitalist market thinking that we accept its dogma. As Frederic Jameson said, at this point it is actually easier to imagine the end of the world than the end of capitalism.

    It isn’t the “rot economy”; It’s the Economy, Stupid.




  • The Register failed in their due diligence by not clarifying from the beginning that this is a different Matrix chat than the open standard. They amended the mistake with an update to the post (quoted here in OP), but that is placed at the end of an article that not everybody is going to read all the way through.

    IMHO this needs a rewrite to make clear from the outset that the Matrix protocol and matrix.org are not affiliated with the criminal chat service. As it stands, even with the correction, it looks like character assassination of a perfectly legal open source project.





  • Let’s just consider what a decade in a landfill will do to a hard drive.

    It’s not just a big pile of trash you could rummage through, according to the site manager

    things that were sent to landfill three or four months ago could be three to five feet deep

    So there is a good deal of waste on top eleven years later, which means

    1. the layers get compacted, things break, under the weight and pressure of heavy machinery crisscrossing the site.
    2. other waste gradually dissolves into who knows what kinds of chemicals. I can’t tell what kinds of waste exactly is deposited there, but clearly electronic parts among others.

    We’re talking about a hard drive that was removed from the computer, so it only has a thin aluminium casing for protection. Chances are it’s crushed beyond recoverability.

    Also, in 2013, this would have been a mechanical drive. Even in optimal circumstances, there are a bunch of ways they can fail, leading to data loss.

    The spinning disk inside the casing is fairly fragile. One scratch on its surface could render it unreadable, as would, say, spilling a sugary drink into it, which our unfortunate bitcoiner already did. Now imagine the drive buried in an environment full of debris and potentially corrosive chemicals.

    TL;DR — At this point, even if a major excavation was undertaken and the drive was located, there is barely a chance that any data would be retrievable from it.

    It’s dead, Jim. Bitcoin man is chasing a dream long past its sell-by date.