It’s 5 AM but I’m going to say this:

The way I see certain publishers embrace User Generated Content in comics as opposed to paying creators is super interesting. If no one gets paid and the burden is on the creator alone to market, produce and release, that’s fucked. 🧵 I’ve been seeing discussions flying around that traditional publishing is just growing extinct in the comic and especially webcomic space.

I’m focusing on webcomics here but the idea that UGC, unsupported, is the way the future showcases unstable conditions for creators.

My favorite era of animated films. (80s-00s) I just think they’re neat.

TWITTER DOES NOT NOTIFY YOU AT ALL.

https://twitter.com/bogboogie/status/1328744353922215946

I see a lot of folks saying “why does it matter” and “they don’t notify you on Instagram” and that’s all well and good but Twitter is not Instagram. And I personally feel this can easily lead to targeted harassment at a scale that is incredibly large and yet invisible?

It’s wild that some folks look at indie and it’s needs to build an entire game concept perfectly with as little hiccups as possible to pitch when in the AAA space, there’s tons more room for concept and world building messiness and open style. When you’re indie, everything bleeds money. Getting to as close as a final build as possible from the jump is almost life and death for getting picked up by funding or publishing.

Indies CAN’T spend the time or money conceptualizing and it puts a horrific pressure to nail it.

Did I just make a fake instragram for this fake band in my real novel i'm writing...maybe. instead of big corporations making fake people for promotion, allow me, a humble son, to make a fake band for the sole reason of i want to have fun while writing a book

There’s a shop hidden in the depths of the city. Three wrong turns down an alleyway to a dead end. Concrete stairs lead to a basement with a red metal door.

The Tattoo Artist is there, waiting for you. She’ll give you a way to fight the monsters in your dreams. If you want it. Ulrich finds the shop on accident, stumbles in from the bars in his lonesome.

The Artist asks what haunts him. Ulrich asks for a small pen. Says in his dreams he writes letters to his daughters overseas, but just before signing his name, runs out of ink. He sends them anyway.