You could personally Glamour Shot your greasy taint direct to my inbox, and STILL make a comic, stick it on Kickstarter or Webtoon, and quite possibly find a modicum of success! My opinion of you is likely entirely irrelevant to that possibility!
I mean, don't get me wrong, you can definitely dig up "Spike ruined my career" stories. I'm super-convenient when y'gotta pin the blame on someone.
You didn't make it into an anthology, I rejected your pitch, I told other people about your racism/ shitty drunken emails, etc.
But fact is, racists/drunks/creators of rejected pitches find cozy corners of comics is settle down in on the daily. Nobody can keep anybody else out, around here; that's how it is.
Like, I gotta say it again: WHOLE LOTTA PPL woulda LOVED to keep ME out. Didn't happen.
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Consider Louis XIV, Louis the Great, the Sun King, builder of Versailles, and at 72 years, 110 days, the proud titleholder of longest-reigning monarch of a sovereign country in history!
We know a LOT about his butt.
When he was still a boy, after a near-fatal childhood illness, detailed records began being kept on the health and well-being of Louis. They were faithfully updated for over SIXTY YEARS. That's why we (and his entire court, and his WHOLE KINGDOM) know about his bum trouble.
For decades on end, Louis XIV had weekly enemas to combat chronic constipation.
Now, a modern doctor would tell you that's a bad idea, and they would be right. Regular enemas can actually exacerbate that condition!
And all those enemas explain why Louis was always on the can.
Y'all, I get if no one else is following this with foam flecks at the corners of their lips and eyes bulging like I am, but:
C*ypto has been in a slow motion car wreck for years. The rugpull to end all rugpulls is coming.
This entire mess is about to dwarf the Madoff scandal.
The short version: A prominent c*yptoc*rrency used to convert fiat in and out of the marketplace, originally sold on being stable (exchanging 1 coin for one USD), is showing signs of... making shit up. Going full money printer.
I was today years old when I found out that there is an absolute BUTTLOAD of official Minecraft DLC.
In my defense, I haven't touched a console since Dreamcast, and that seems to be where it all is.
I haven't played Minecraft in a bit either, but when I did, it was pretty heavily modded. Like, "Wearing a Gundam suit while I interdimensionally searched for skywhales in-between ranching heritage hog breeds to fill my farm box orders from other ppl on the server" modded.
I remember some folks were seriously concerned Microsoft would try to gate off modding/monopolize it right after they purchased Mojang, but judging from the sheer quantity of "100 Days in a ZOMBIE INFESTED Jurassic Park!" vids on YouTube, looks like those fears were unfounded.
Reading an interesting book that theorizes the Old Testament has a mistranslation (and maybe not accidentally), and Eve was not made from Adam's rib, but his baculum.
The baculum is the penis bone; nearly all placental mammals, including other Great Apes, have 'em. Humans don't.
The herding cultures responsible for the stories that would eventually become the Old Testament would have definitely noticed all the animals they dealt with had this bone, and they didn't. They would have also noticed men were born with a scar that women weren't.
(Nearly) everyone is "born" with one scar: the belly button. But AMAB people also have the perineal raphe, a leftover of the urethra being closed in, which is far more distinguishable on infants.
The Hesitant Fiancee, Auguste Toulmouche. A woman is congratulated on her big day by friends, as a younger girl, possibly a relation, tries on her tiara in the background, picturing her own future wedding.
The Reluctant Bride, John George Brown. The "This is fine" of bride paintings.
For folks into that sort of thing, DKUTV on Twitch is having a golden-oldie Miyazaki weekend. Now on deck: "Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind" (NOT "Warriors of the Wind," the real deal).