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Moving day was a success! 99.99% of stuff moved, in reasonable shape, and no injuries sustained (woot). We now get to look forward to a few weeks of wondering where the hell _________ got to, and why the heck is it in this box marked "hall closet" anyway? My desk is currently assembled just enough to hold my laptop, with drawing tablet and second monitor lurking quiescent and unconnected nearby.

The cats have responded to the move each according to their character: Dasher has explored every nook and cranny of the place, said, "Yup, it's mine," and is now sleeping peacefully in a chair. InkyGirl is having a much more difficult adjustment. I had to sit out with her last night and keep petting and encouraging her to get her to even eat her dinner, because every random creak, or every time [personal profile] laurie_robey would so much as cough in the other room, Inky's panic mode would kick in.

Fortunately, as the night went on, and notably once Laurie and I went to bed (which apparently signaled to InkyGirl that if the BIG cats were confident to sleep, she was probably fairly safe too), she became a little braver and explored some as well. By this morning, she was confident to walk around openly, brazenly marching across the open floor instead of hiding in the piles of boxes, but then we had to spoil it all by opening the front door to go get breakfast.

Sorry, InkyGirl. The dishes are all still in a box, probably marked "Office Curtains." But she'll be fine, with time. :)

Last night, as we headed out to get some dinner and pick up a new curtain rod for the bedroom, Laurie said, "It finally feels real. We're really moving back to Virginia. Until we were actually driving over here with the cats in the car, it was all very abstract." What I said, was, "The 'Unsuck Our Lives' project is starting to bear fruit!"

This place isn't perfect, of course... the kitchen is smaller than the bedroom closet for starters, and there are a lot of newbie do-it-yourselfer mistakes we can tell the landlord did in his renovation efforts. But we have lots of space, we're back in our old stomping grounds in a part of Reston we like, and next to my desk I have a full-length window looking out into our heavily-wooded back yard. We've got hardwood floors, decent internet, a Whole Foods in walking distance, a nice neighbor with Harry Potter stickers on her rear window and a goofy witch hat decoration in her yard. For the first time since leaving The Hobbit Hole, I feel really good about our home, and that's going to make it so much easier to use it as an office/home base for building new projects and a career on.

Life is good. :)

-The Gneech
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Good morning, this is The Gneech, with your Monday Report.

The NaNoWriMo novel has reached 14,161 words, bringing my WPD to 1,180. Still roughly 6,000 words below par, so it's going to take several days of pushing to catch up.

However, my first day at Barnes & Noble is Thursday (or at least, orientation is), and I will probably get some crash training in preparation for "black Friday," so finding time to write may be a challenge. Further bulletins on this as events warrant.

[personal profile] laurie_robey and I made a banzai leaf-peeping trip to Maymont Park in Richmond on Friday, which was very nice. We used to love to go to Maymont Park when we lived there, and it is particularly beautiful in the fall. We also did a metric boatload of packing on Saturday, with more to come over the next week.

Saturday was the last D&D session until December sometime. Finally got to use a mind flayer! It was creepy and disgusting, so, mission accomplished!

My plans for today are: MOAR NaNoWriMo, and probably a commission for LKCMSL. Even tho I did say commissions were closed for November, this is a cover for his own NNWM project, so I made a particular exception. At some point I plan to check out Mastadon, which is basically billing itself as an ethical Twitter alternative. As nice an idea is that sounds, there's already such a crazy diaspora of social media, will there be any kind of a user base?

This has been your Monday report.

-The Gneech
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Taken with my phone and scrunched down for the web.

Judiciary Square Metro Station, just off the train, just queuing to get up to the street. XD
Judiciary Square Metro Station, Women's March 2017

Portapotty lines on the National Mall. XD John Kerry walked by to unending cheers while we were in line, but I didn't get my phone out in time to get a good picture.
National Mall crowds, Women's March 2017

National Mall displays. Women's rights were a major theme, as to be expected, but things like the emoluments clause of the Constitution and environmentalism were also common threads.
National Mall protest displays, Women's March 2017

Scaffold camping. My impression was that the scaffolding was left over from the previous day's inauguration ceremonies and these people just climbed up on it for visibility.
Protestors on a scaffold, National Mall, Women's March 2017

Waiting for the march to start. There were more than twice as many attendees as projected, so the march got a late start as police and organizers split it up into effectively two marches. So there was a lot of milling around while that happened. You can see the National Museum of the American Indian in the background.
National Mall crowds, Women's March 2017

Wonder Woman signs were a recurring motif. I heard there were Supergirl signs too, but other than one cape I didn't see them.
Wonder Woman and women's rights are a natural combination. National Mall, Women's March 2017

Beginning to march. Going north on 3rd St, facing the Mall here. We were a little confused, as the march was scheduled to go down Jefferson, but all became clear in just a few minutes.
National Mall, Women's March 2017

"Holy crap, we're marching down Pennsylvania Avenue!" You can't really make it out in this shot, but those stands that were so empty during the inauguration? Not empty on Saturday.
Pennsylvania Avenue, Women's March 2017

Here's a zoom-in on the last shot to give a better view of the stand. All along the route these were well-populated by march supporters.
Well-populated grandstands, Women's March 2017

Pennsylvania Avenue, facing the Capitol Building. The marchers just keep on coming.
Pennsylvania Avenue, Women's March 2017

7th and Penn, still marching.
7th and Pennsylvania Avenue, Women's March 2017

14th Street, the march stops because the Ellipse is full. Facing south between Penn and F.
14th Street, Women's March 2017

The march was theoretically supposed to go to the Ellipse (a large public area across the street from the White House), but Laurie's knee was giving out at this stage, and it was just too crowded to get any closer, so we decided it was time to start making our way home at this point. We ended up walking to the McPherson Square Metro Station because we couldn't get into Metro Center from above, and riding the Silver Line to reconnect with the Red Line home. Fortunately, WMATA was in excellent form, and we actually managed to get on the next train, despite Metro Center being packed to capacity.

I have many and varied thoughts about the march, but I am glad I went, and I'm grateful to all the organizers, the millions of other people who marched worldwide, and to Laurie for getting us involved in the first place.

-The Gneech
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Well. It's been a thing, hasn't it? Yeeks.

As I suspect has not gone unnoticed, I have not been my characteristically chirpy, genial self for some time now. This is because the world seems to be actively saying "Up yours!" over and over, and it has me not-unnaturally feeling peeved.

To recount, in the past double-handful of years I have lost...

  • a beloved aunt


  • both parents


  • my former business partner and best non-spouse friend


  • another friend who was the group "den mother" for us in high school and who I was actually much closer to as an adult


  • Frostdemn, a fan and friend who was a joy to everyone who knew him and was way, way too young


  • my job


  • my house


  • Game Parlor


  • Laughing Ogre Comics


  • ...and of course Buddha the kitty, whom I loved dearly


Some of these things are worse than others of course, but it's the sheer number and overwhelming breadth of it that gets me. Like there's no good thing so minor that the Universe doesn't feel like going "YOINK!"

Then last year, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra's job, which was at least paying the bills, also disintegrated, and she's been searching ever since with frustrating results.

Just in 2016, circumstances conspired to kick us out of the place we didn't especially like but had landed in when the house sold, into [livejournal.com profile] sirfox's condo in Maryland. And, wishing no reflection on Sirfie, Maryland just ain't working for us for reasons I don't particularly want to get into here.

Despite my best efforts, and even when it returns praise for the writing, I have not been able to sell my book.

And oh yeah, now the neo-nazis are on the march, and the ice caps are melting at an unprecedented rate despite it being winter, much to the consternation and bafflement of the scientists who study such things. Those who used to be alarmists on the topic are throwing up their hands and saying, "welp, we're fucked," while those who used to be only concerned are becoming alarmed.

So yeah, things kinda suck right now, on levels cosmic, social, personal, and downright petty. What the hell. And it's made me grouchy.

However, as Nick Fury put it, "Until such time as the world ends, we will act as though it intends to spin on." And while some people use anger and spite to fuel their fire, I am not among their number. Anger and spite make me cruel and mean, and I don't like me when I'm mean. I renounced it long ago, before anyone who knows me now even met me, but it's kinda like being a werewolf or something– it's always there, trying to sneak back out. I suspect many people would be shocked at sheer volume of vicious thoughts or cutting comments that jump unbidden into my mind, and at the effort I'm constantly expending to stop it before it reaches my tongue or the page. If you ever feel I'm snarky or negative now? My public face is Mr. Flippin' Rogers compared to the crap that goes on inside my head.

Lately, just by having been worn down by the world, this effort has been a real fight. I'm spending as much energy on keeping myself "up" as I am on actually accomplishing the things I want to get done with my day. I had a counseling appointment about this last week, and that helped, but it's still something I am dealing with.

The point I'm meandering my way to here, is that I think I've finally reached a certain equilibrium over the past few days, and hopefully I am now at the "Take a deep breath, stand up, and keep walking" stage of things. The reason I punted on NaNoWriMo was so I could concentrate on more immediately-lucrative pursuits so that when our current lease is up we would have options. I have a specific goal that I am working towards, something that Laurie and I have decided as a result of the recent social events, and that goal has finally given me something positive to work towards, instead of simply trudging on because that was all there was to do.

Hopefully, as I start to make progress, and perhaps even start building more positive things back into my life, the Universe will get the message and start moving in the right direction itself, as well.

-The Gneech
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So last Friday, Business Guy put together a running tally of income vs. expenses for last year, in preparation for tax time. The results were, in a word, bleak.


My gross income for 2015 (not counting a brief spurt of Starbucks salary) was somewhere around $5,000. The good news is that this is up from 2014… the bad news is that it’s only up by $300. This was feasible when Mrs. Gneech was making enough money for the both of us, but with the disintegration of her job as well, this has left us in an uncomfortable spot.


We are not in any immediate danger of being out on the street, thanks to savings and other resources held aside for such things, but financially speaking we are currently at 5,000 feet in a plane with no engine. My artistic pursuits, at least as I practice them, are not making me a living. If I want to avoid returning to the days of hand-to-mouth, I need to make a serious change.


One possibility is returning to a “day job,” and I am currently investigating options. My previous career shunted me down a blind alley into dead-end technology and left me burned out in the process… so even if I wanted to get back into that particular grind (which I don’t especially) there isn’t any work to be found there anyway. In fact most of my professional experience (word processing, graphic design/desktop publishing, web page design) is in stuff that was cutting edge from 1995-2005 and is woefully out of date now.


At this stage, I have little idea what is actually useful in the world, and no real idea how to effectively look for work in 2016. Once upon a time I would sign up with a handful of temp agencies and that would be my doorway into the professional arena, but even temp agencies don’t seem to exist in any appreciable way any more. To that end, I have signed up for The Oxford Program and am currently going through it in an attempt to reboot my career, but it’s not a short-term fix.


I have also been brainstorming on creating a “brand,” with the intention of using my creative talents to build a franchise, such as name designers or the Life Is Good guys. I’ve done some stuff along those lines with Snerks’N’Quirks but it’s very much a sideline right now. The hard part of this kind of thing for me is that while it does use my creative skills, it doesn’t hold my interest. Coming up with buttons just for the money is not that different from putting together webpages just for the money (or doing anything else just for the money). I have to find some way to make it vital or it will be just a different sort of grind.


I keep thinking of people like Steve Jobs, who set out with a mission and sorta got rich on the side, and that’s what I want out of life myself. But for the moment at least, I don’t know what that mission is, besides drawing Suburban Jungle and writing the occasional book… which is sorely lacking in that “get rich on the side” element.


But I have to do something different from what I’m doing right now, before the plane crashes.


-The Gneech


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(Modified from a post on my Patreon page.)


As you’ve probably noticed, there hasn’t been much art activity here for a bit, so I think you’re due for an update.


There reason there hasn’t been much to see here in the way of comics and such is that I’ve spent the past few months writing a novel instead. Getting Rough Housing up and running has been a much more arduous process than I thought it would be, and while it has had some success, it doesn’t seem to be making the kind of impact I’d hoped it would. So, while I’m not ready to just can the project, I am looking for other things I can do that will get more bang for the buck, so to speak, and writing is one of those. The fact that I wrote a 70,000 word first draft in a month and a half probably gives you an idea of how much more facile I am with writing than with comics, even though I love them both.


In the meantime, there has been another wrinkle, which is that the company where Mrs. Gneech worked for the past 20 years is rapidly shutting down, taking her job with it. We have some savings to live on, but they will rapidly get burned up, so starting some time next week I will be returning to the life of a barista in order to bring in reliable income, at least until Mrs. Gneech finds herself something new. That will probably put the kibosh on putting out comics reliably any time soon in any case, as it takes me so long to draw them.


What does that mean for my Patreon? Honestly, I’m not entirely sure. One thing I will definitely start doing is posting story previews, character sketches, sample chapters and other such things there. That said, I know it may not be what you signed on for, so while I’d hate to see anyone go, I won’t take it personally if folks reduce or discontinue their patronage.


But for those who are staying (Thank you! ^.^) I’m very open to suggestions as to what you’d like to see! I’m going to retool the whole Goals and Pledge Rewards structure, and I was thinking of shifting from the “per month” model to a “per creation” model as well, but I’d love to hear what you have to say on the topic.


So let me know! And seriously, thank you everyone for the support you’ve provided over the years and into the future. It means a lot to me!


-John “The Gneech” Robey

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Three Good Things For Today


  • Roti lunch w/ [livejournal.com profile] lythandra

  • This video:


  • Enjoyed working on SJ this evening, even if I didn't get as much done as I would have liked.


Three Goals For Tomorrow


  • Take more boxes to the recycling drop-off center

  • Lion up and make those phone calls I've been avoiding for a month because I really, really, really don't want to talk to any of those people.

  • Make another appointment with my counselor.


Good night.

-The Gneech
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On Friday, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I were at Barnes & Noble when we happened to overhear a young couple shopping for a present for someone. The man of the couple had picked up a "Build Your Own Darth Vader" kit and said, "This is pretty cool." The woman slapped him on the shoulder and said, "Stop it, she's a girl! Put that down." She then dragged him off to some other part of the store.

My response was, "Girls can't like Star Wars?" Laurie's was, "Hey, I dressed up as Darth Vader for Halloween when I was a girl!"

Cut to Saturday, when my art student (an amazing girl), wore a very geeky t-shirt of Luke Skywalker standing behind a pack of stormtroopers with the caption "Photobomb." Laurie pointed out what an awesome shirt it was, to which I agreed. My student's mother agreed as well, and said that my student had a friend at school who loved the shirt and wanted to know where to get it. When my student told the girl that it was readily available at Target in the boy's section, her friend looked crestfallen and said, "My mom won't let me shop in the boy's section." And that, apparently, was that.

Seriously. -.- What the fuck.

There's a certain tendency to think of gender oppression as something done by men to women; but that's an incomplete picture at best. When they've bought into it, frankly there's no more rigid gender cop than a suburban mom. :-`

-The Gneech

(Edited to clarify the final point.)

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Dec. 12th, 2014 02:28 pm
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I think I may have figured out what happened.

I think, at some point after her cancer diagnosis, [livejournal.com profile] mammallamadevil may have done a mind-meld on me, Star Trek II style.

The reason I say that, is that over the past few years I have taken on more of Kerry's traits, some of which were completely alien to me as recently as five years ago. In particular, I am thinking of a vast craving for sunlight, and a strong desire to spend my time at the seashore.

Of course, it's normal for me to start getting cabin-fevery this time of year. As I put it on Twitter yesterday, my body simultaneously craves and loathes exercise and activity. "Get up! Run around! Jump up and dow–OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP THAT ARE YOU CRAZY???" But every year around this time, the loathing gives way to longing and I start to fantasize about ALL the stuff I'm going to do come spring, walking all over mountains and climbing on rocks and learning to waterski and and and and...

...and I almost never actually do that stuff by the time spring comes, not from lack of desire, but because I'm too busy working and putting out life fires. But I have managed to follow up a few times, jogging for a while, taking up kung fu, etc. And I'm always happier for it for as long as it lasts, but invariably something comes along and knocks it out, forcing me to go scrounging up the energy to start all over again.

Thing is, there's something different about it this time. There has been a fundamental change in my psyche somewhere, and while I'm not sure where it's going to lead, I do know that it's going to be someplace new.

I am 45 now, the same age my dad was when I was born, and I watched him over time go from a vibrant and healthy man, into an old and bent man, and finally into a perennially sick and withered cricket, finally passing away because frankly his body was just fed up with being alive any more, all in a space of time that felt shockingly short.

I have friends who are close to my age who have basically given up already, and are just letting time and poor living ravage their bodies at will. I also have friends, including some much younger than me, who are gone before their time. I am not willing to join their number.

Since I started Weight Watchers and DailyBurn back in July, I have had a few hiccups along the way but I have mostly stuck with it, and it's working. As my weight drops and my health improves, I will be in a much better physical state to be able to start doing a lot of these other activities that I've wanted to do for years. Some of them don't need to wait of course– hiking can be done whenever you want simply by walking out the front door– but others (such as the climbing walls I keep wanting to do) are pretty darn challenging when you're just under 300 lbs.

One of the key things that has helped me stick with it is pure stubbornness. Whenever my weight ticks back up a notch I get annoyed and frustrated because, like Patton, I hate to pay for the same ground twice. But whereas once upon a time I just viewed it as an unwinnable fight and let the weight creep up as it would, I now redouble my efforts to shove it back down in the right direction. But that has only come about because I both finally have tangible evidence that it's really possible, and have the tools to make it happen.

Getting back to the topic of sunlight and seashores, however, there is another factor in my lack of outdoor activity to be factored in, and that is the godawful weather of northern Virginia. We basically have two nice weeks in the spring, and two nice weeks in the fall, and the rest of the time it's heavy overcast with no precipitation, being relatively mild (but unpleasantly cold and damp) in the winter, and unbreathably-awful in the summer. (Summers in the D.C. area have been compared unfavorably to living inside someone's mouth.)

To that end, as [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I look at our plans for the upcoming next few years and where we would like to go, I am putting more of a premium than I used to on sunshine. Low humidity and relatively low temperatures have always been a factor, but this craving of mine for sunlight has narrowed our search by pretty much knocking Seattle and large chunks of the Pacific NW out of the running.

In January, since I'll be out there for Further Confusion anyway, I'm hoping to take a day or two to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] sirfox and check out some potential places in the Bay Area which, thanks to the crazy micro-climates out there, vary wildly over the course of just a few miles. Besides Josh's current stomping grounds of Gilroy, I'm hoping to get a look at Redwood City, Santa Cruz, Morgan Hill, and Watsonville, depending on time and company available. Josh informs me that there are boatloads of "artsy communities" up and down Route 1, but that they tend to suffer from an inflated rent due to proximity to the ocean. On the other hand, I live in Fairfax County, which wrote the book on inflated rent, so that might not be something that ends up being a problem. What you're used to can have a huge impact on your expectations, so to speak.

We're not going to be ready to make the jump any time soon; even with our house sale in flux as it is, we're probably going to stay around here and rent for a few more years to rebuild capital and make sure all our ducks are in a row. But we're definitely getting closer, and that Kerry-mind-melded part of me is champing at the bit.

-The Gneech

This has been a noise from my thinkybits.
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I hate to do this, but unless I wake up tomorrow miraculously healed (which I don't expect to happen), I'm going to have to punt on Midwest Furfest.

Yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra called me from work to tell me her boss was driving her over to the hospital because she was having chest pains, and while she suspected it was nothing serious, that's not something you faff around with, so off she went.

In order to go to her side, I took a taxi to the Metro station, rode the Metro to Tyson's Corner, walked from there through the dark, cold rain and rush hour traffic to Laurie's office (where the car was parked), so that I could drive the car to the hospital. A bit of an adventure, but not really that much on the grand scale of things– we've both gone through worse for each other and likely will again.

However, after spending some time with her in the hospital and eventually going home, my own body started doing... things. Horrible things. That I shan't describe, other than to say they involve the digestion of food– or not. ¬.¬

Neither Laurie nor I had a good night. -.-

The good news is, whatever it was bugging Laurie, it wasn't her heart. The current suspicion is perhaps a muscle pull of some kind. She was discharged with a clean bill of health and orders to follow up with her G.P.

This morning I went over to the hospital and picked her up, as well as getting some medicine for myself. Then when we got home, I went back to bed, where I spent most of the day.

Anyway. I'm due to fly to MWFF on Thursday, but as my would-be roommate had to bail, and I am a bit bearish on what my sales would be like anyway, my current recuperation requirements after the horrors of last night make the idea of spending 5 hours on a plane (including a stopover in Detroit) an extremely unappealing proposition.

Thus, as I say, unless I'm miraculously healed when I wake up, I'm going to cancel and get what refunds I can, and curse the rest.

2014 continues to kick me in the shins. :P Be over soon, you stinkburger of a year.

-The Gneech
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Fell off doing these over the weekend, because usually by the time I was going to bed, I was already three hours overdue. But it's mental hygiene, I really should attend to it.

Three Good Things


  1. Editor informed me that my latest Michael Macbeth story was accepted for an anthology-- woohoo! I'll provide more details when I can.

  2. Started the heavy lifting on drawing issue two today.

  3. Had some blueberry cornbread for breakfast, which was a new experience.


Three Goals for Tomorrow


  1. Return ALL the phonecalls/deal with ALL the paperwork, including tree care guys, financial advisor guy, real estate guy, bank statement, telephone switchover, etc.

  2. Make sure all my URLs are renewed.

  3. Finish the issue two cover.


I've also got to get up at oh-dark-thirty to pick up [livejournal.com profile] lythandra from her sleep study-- it's just me and the kitties here tonight. So I'd better go on up and get some sleep. Gnite world, and have an awesome tomorrow.

-The Gneech
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If my records are correct, I still owe two people commissions from January; I can only apologize, offer an explanation, and let you know my current plans.

In November of 2012, my mother had a stroke while in the hospital for treatment of pneumonia. In the time since then, my sister, my wife, and I have been spending increasing amounts of our time tending to my mother’s health and affairs, first taking care of her at my sister’s home, then transitioning her to an assisted living situation and selling her house. And while my mother’s personality was altered by the stroke and her mobility was noticeably limited, she was until recently doing relatively well.

All of that changed in December, when my mother took a nasty fall and went into the hospital again. Although she initially seemed recovered from that and was fine at Christmas (except for a nasty bruise on her face), she had some bleeding on the brain that we were not aware of at the time. In late January, she fell again, and it was a fall she did not recover from. During the month of February, she was in a rehab center, where she eventually simply stopped eating and would not willingly take care of herself– and the staff of the rehab place would not push her. Laurie, my sister, and I did what we could to mitigate the situation, but Mom’s doctors were frustratingly unhelpful despite my sister’s best efforts and Laurie and I were up to our elbows in settling Mom’s house in order to make sure her assisted living stay would be paid for.

By the time we got Mom back to her home at the assisted living facility, she had lost too much weight, and her body began to shut down. For a few days it seemed like she might perk up, but it was like once she was back in her own room and knew her affairs were settled, her body just let go. She passed away in the early hours of last Tuesday, and her funeral was this past Friday.

I didn’t post about this much while it was going on, for various reasons. First, it seemed to happen so fast, and while we were in the middle of it all there was no way to know what was going to happen. Second, for the past several years, it seems my online persona has been a never-ending series of these situations, starting with my father and going on from there, and I simply didn’t want to subject my readers to any more. (And there’s no denying, my life has been a bumpy ride since 2007 or so. But after a while, even tragedy becomes “normal” if it never relents.) Finally, well, what free time I did have, I wanted to devote to doing productive things. My writing and art have to some extent a shield I’ve used to keep myself focused and running. (“Can’t spend the day screaming at Kaiser Permanente, I’ve got NaNoWriMo to do!”)

But this is why my January commissions in particular got stalled. Since January, my full-time job has pretty much been taking care of my mom or her affairs, and everything else has fallen increasingly by the wayside. I am amazed (and glad) that I’ve managed to actually launch Suburban Jungle and not miss any updates during all this– faltering right out of the starter gate would have been painful for everyone.

Of course, now my mom’s estate has to be settled, but compared to the day-to-day workload of caring for her, that seems a relatively easy task. So now I can turn my attention back to what is supposed to be my day job: writing and comics. So here is my plan:

The first half of April will be spent rebuilding the Suburban Jungle buffer by finishing off the first issue so it can be in print by AnthroCon. During the third week of April or when the first issue is done (whichever comes first) I will turn my exclusive attention to finishing off my outstanding commissions and getting rewards out to my Patreon subscribers. Laurie and I will also be at AwesomeCon in Washington D.C. April 19-20, but purely as attendees, I won’t have a table.

Where things go from there depends on how this plan works out. ;) But as I’ve said before and I will surely say again, I am very grateful for everyone’s patience and wish to assure you that you will get your commissions as soon as I can make it happen. I haven’t forgotten!

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

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So, the first week of the rest of my life has not gone anywhere near like what I expected. In fact, it's largely been a giant not-so-hot mess, triggered mostly by the government shutdown.

I was prepared for a certain amount of stress, around the issue of the house not moving. I was not prepared for the House republicans to shove a potato into the tailpipe of the car of state in what I can only see as a seditious attempt to thwart what is the by-the-book established law of the Affordable Care Act (a.k.a. "Obamacare"). The unbelievable gall of those self-same republicans to then claim that "Obama isn't willing to negotiate" and that "they didn't want the shutdown" is disgusting. There's lying, and then there's just being insulting.

You don't negotiate with someone trying to burn down your house. The best summary I've seen of things so far goes like this:

"We want to burn down your house."

"No."

"Can we burn down the garage?"

"No."

"How about just the attic?"

"No."

"Well let's talk about the parts of your house we can burn down."

"No."

"YOU'RE NOT COMPROMISING!"


The shutdown is being orchestrated by a small handful of zealots who don't care who they hurt (and from their press, apparently don't believe they're actually hurting people) to score points. They're doing this, of course, because they cannot get Obamacare by any legitimate means. All 500 babillion attempts they made to strike the law were non-starters. With the entire appratchik of Fox News, right-wing radio pundits, and the old media smear machine, they can't seem to convince the country that "poor people being able to get healthcare" is a bad thing.

Here's where we get to how this impacts [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and me specifically: the contractor where she works (and I did until Monday) cannot bill 90% of its clients during the shutdown. This comes on the heel of one government agency already not paying the company millions of dollars it legally owes because apparently the contract officer is barking mad and just doesn't want to.

So, when the shutdown happened, the contractor said, "Unpaid leave for everypony! YOU get unpaid leave, and YOU get unpaid leave..."

So where we had been expecting our income to get halved, it instead got obliterated completely. :P

We are hopeful that if and when the rest of congress comes to its senses and fixes the mess, the contractor will get up to speed and pay Laurie what it owes her. But there's no guarantee of that.

So on Wednesday, while going on a walk for a little exercise and to relieve some stress, Laurie and I came upon a couple in the park, who were joined by a Herndon policeman, all of whom were attempting to rescue three kittens from a tree (with a fourth kitten on the ground nearby). This was not an easily-climbable tree (as the man of the couple discovered, getting a fractured elbow in the process), and the kittens were quite high up (roughly 8' and 16', respectively)... but there was no sign of any mother. The cop managed to get the lowest kitten down, and Laurie and I volunteered to take the kittens back to our house and return with a ladder to get the other two.

The woman of the couple had apparently been out performing her profession of part-time dog-walker when the kitten on the ground had basically come running to her meowing in distress, and led her to the tree with the others. That a kitten would approach a person leading a dog shows you the level of desperation the poor kitties had reached.

We put the first two kittens (provisionally named Sweetie and Inky) into the library, which we had already set up as a cat quarantine zone for showing the house, then returned to the park as quickly as we could with a ladder. The cop, being the youngest and fittest of the bunch, climbed up the ladder, with me close behind to hold things steady and act as kitten-catcher, and retrieved the other two (which for lack of better names were called Fluffy and Other-Inky). We then gave our contact info to the couple and brought the other two kittens home.



Unfortunately, we discovered after the fact that the kittens all had a quite severe flea infestation, especially Fluffy, whose long hair gave the little bastards lots of hiding places. So we were up until the Whee! hours on Wednesday night transferring the kittens to the downstairs bathroom (no rug) and shampooing the heck out of them. I will never forget the sight of swarms of fleas climbing all over the kittens' faces to escape drowning as we submerged their bodies into the warm water of the sink. :( It was horrifying.

So yesterday we took the kittens to our local vet (fortunately just a few blocks away) where they got thorough examinations, claws trimmed, and flea-removal treatment. Upon hearing that the kittens were rescues, the vet office very kindly charged us for a "new litter examination" (even though the kittens are probably about 8 weeks old) instead of charging us examinations for each individual cat as they normally would. It turns out that one of the black cats is female, but the other three are all males. So their names have been provisionally been altered to Fluffs, Sweetums (or Sweets), Inkyboy, and Inkygirl.

Today we need to flea-bomb the library just to make sure, so we can move the kittens back up there. (It's a much homier space than the downstairs bathroom.) We also need to start looking into working with Fancy Cats or someone similar to find good homes.

I also need to actually do some, y'know, writing, Laurie and I both need to do some job-hunting (sigh), and I've got to call my mom and sister about getting mom's assisted living arrangements made. It's already Friday, and I have accomplished precious little in my plans. Cripes, how did I ever live with a full-time job? And how am I gonna keep living without one?

-The Gneech
the_gneech: (Writing)

As I transition from hobbyist to pro in the writerly field, it occurs to me that I should have a few more beta readers. I currently have a small-but-dedicated pool of folks who I toss writing fragments, ideas, or even whole stories at for feedback, approval, or general tearing-apartness, and while they do a fine job, I would still like to have a few more different perspectives on things. My projects are going to get larger in scope and (hopefully) require more rigorous editing, so a few more eyes on it would be welcome.

The requirements are:

  • A LiveJournal account. I put my beta-reader posts on my LJ, locked to a custom list, so you’ll have to have an account to see them.
  • The ability to articulate specifically what you like or don’t like about an idea or piece of writing. Neither “It rules!” nor “It sucks!” are particularly useful bits of feedback, while “I couldn’t make out who was supposed to be speaking each line in the interchange between Alex and Susan…” is. Also, while I’m not looking for people to just savage everything I write, the ability to be (gently) ruthless in the search of quality is a big plus.
  • You actually check LJ from time to time. ;) Since the posts are closed, there won’t be Twitter announcements or the like for them.

The benefits are:

…uh…

You get to see the messy, unfinished part of my work? And listen to me ramble about the process, even more than I already do here?

Okay, yeah, it’s kind of a hard sell. But there are folks who like that sort of thing. ;)

Seriously tho, if you’re interested, please shoot me an e-mail at thegneech@gmail.com or leave a comment in my LiveJournal.

Suicide Prevention Walk

This Saturday (September 28th), Mrs. Gneech and I will both be participating in the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention fundraising walk at the National Mall in Washington, D.C. If you’d like to help out or join in, please check out my fundraising goal page for details. This is the first time I’ve done one of these, but having lost a friend to suicide, it’s a cause I’d really like to help with. Big thanks to everyone involved!

That’s all for now! Keep being awesome, everyone. :)

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

the_gneech: (Kero asleep)
A lot of stuff has happened this week and is continuing to happen; not that you'd know it from reading this journal, of course, because I have been too busy doing stuff to post about it. But I'm attempting to rectify that now.

Let's do the good stuff first! As you may or may not know, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra's birthday is in just a few days, and to that end, we splurged a bit and got her a new camera. Photography is one of those things that she just really loves, and while her previous camera was very nice as a "digital point-and-shoot," it really wasn't beefy enough for someone serious about getting good pictures, so we got her a very snazzy Nikon DSLR. As for her previous camera, I was thinking I might claim it for taking pics of my art at cons or such, when the phone camera just doesn't quite cut the mustard.

Other than that, life has mostly consisted of being at work, or continuing to pack/prep the house for selling at home. When I've reached the end of my productivity on both of those, I've mostly been puttering around in World of Warcraft, about which I'm still conflicted. My reasons for being conflicted can probably best be summed up like so:

Which is more unbelievable? You make the call.

LotRO is just about the best MMO you could possibly make set in Middle-earth; it (mostly) respects and draws from the lore, and with the various character customization and social options it's quite possible to feel like you've "stepped into" M-E and made your virtual home there. The downside of that is when you're in the mood for something a little more "fantastical" in your fantasy, there's no place in LotRO for it. That's exactly as it should be. Putting flying mounts and Discworld-esque puns into LotRO would destroy everything good about it. But that's just one flavor of fantasy, and sometimes one craves variety.

On the other hand, I really like my night elf huntress in WoW with her saber-toothed tiger pet-- except for her stripper dance and her tendency to do "boob-jumping jacks" when she's bored. -.-

WoW has a dudebro problem. Or perhaps I should say, I have a problem with WoW's dudebro sympathies. WoW is like the "Big Bang Theory" of MMOs [1]. "Humans" are all of white European extraction (the darkest they come is a sort of almond color), males are generally huge and muscular, women are generally Barbie-shaped and wearing skimpier versions of any given armor set. (I should note that it's not all like that-- the recently-added Pandaren all tend towards the tubby and cute, and there are non-slinky outfits to be found. But "men are from muscle, women are from Hustler" is where WoW goes by default.) And of course, don't get me started on the worst-crap-from-the-locker-room bile spilling out of the general chat channels.

So there's a lot of wheat-from-chaff separating that has to be done before I can enjoy WoW. Finding a good guild (c/o [livejournal.com profile] sirfox) and turning off the general chat have helped quite a bit. But it's still disheartening: what I want is a game with LotRO's graphics quality, cosmetic options, and mature user base, set in a high-fantasy world with wizard schools, airships, and blunderbusses (blunderbusi?).

And yes, I'm aware of the contradiction involved in my decrying skimpy-outfits-by-default when I tend to like playing characters who are very decorative glass cannons. The only defense I have there is that my desire to be decorative is not because I want to ogle my avatar's backside, but because I am an aesthetic at heart and will never actually be decorative in real life.

-The Gneech

[1] i.e., co-opting geeks and geek culture to sell the same old entitled and sexist crap to the same old entitled and sexist people.
the_gneech: (Kero asleep)
  1. Sorely needed chiro appointment. Still sore, but at least now chiro appointment not needed.

  2. Got to leave work a little early today.

  3. Was highly amused by the mental image of [livejournal.com profile] lythandra as Timelord, with her sneakers and her long, baggy brown coat. All she needed was to put on her speccy specs and pull out a sonic. <3


Super-tired; the weekend was punishing, and of course today is the first day of Daylight Savings Crime. So... beeeeeeeeed.

-The Gneech
the_gneech: (LIGHTNING from my FINGERS!)

So this past weekend was the third (already?) InterventionCon. It’s a fun, if smallish, local con put on by an impressively small staff who nonetheless manage to give it a “big con” professional feel. The basic theme of the con is “your online life, offline,” basically giving it a “meta-geekery” vibe similar to Dragon*Con (but on a much smaller scale). There’s a bit of comics, a bit of anime, a bit of cosplay, a bit of technogeekery, even a tiny hint of furry, but no one element really jumps out. This big tent approach is good in that everyone is welcome, but it also has its downside, in that there’s no really strong pull for any group. Despite being open to everybody, InterventionCon is not a “must-go” con for anybody, at least not yet.

Granted, I see most of the con from inside the Dealer Room (or “Artist Alley/Vendor Room” as the con refers to it), which possibly colors my perceptions. On the other hand, the Dealer Room is also usually the main hub of activity. There are several breakout panel rooms which usually have a double-handful of people in them at any given time, a videogaming room, and an open gaming room, and several corridors. Although the Marriott where the con takes place has a huge and impressive restaurant/lounge area (which at a furry con would be overrun with fursuiters and artists), as far as I can tell InterventionCon doesn’t go down there. What crowds there are to find, are in the Dealer Room.

The other thing I’ve noticed about InterventionCon, is that there isn’t much of an art culture. Most people in the Vendor Hall are there as vendors, selling books or crochet ponies or what have you, not doing art at the table– and the attendees don’t seem to be expecting it, either. I was never asked to do a badge or a sketch (my primary profit-makers at most cons), even by people who seemed very taken with my work. Furthermore, those people who were offering sketches at the table, were undercutting themselves badly. One artist wanted to charge me $10 for a fully inked, elaborate sketch; another $15 for an inked and shaded pair of characters. In both cases, I shoved $20 bills at them, just to drive the lesson home.

gneech_chanWhile sitting around at the con not doing any badges or sketches (le sigh), I decided to noodle around with new persona ideas for myself, including this cute little guy, who combines the whole “dapper lion” thing with my little buddy Keroberos. Only problem is, I still can’t figure out how to get more of the sea green and similar colors I wanted into the design without becoming garish. I’m an autumn, and if the persona is to reflect me, he should totally be dressing in gold and burgundy.

Also, I think way too much about that kind of stuff.

But Enough of That Art’n'Creativity’n'Stuff. Let’s Blow Shit Up

As InterventionCon rolls up its sidewalks at 3:00 on Sunday, that left me with all of last evening to occupy myself. I could have watched that Doctor Who we’ve got on the DVR, but instead I downloaded BorderLands 2 to give it a try. Mrs. Gneech and I are forever on the lookout for brainless shooty games we can play together, and this one is about as brainless and shooty as they come. Gung Ho FPS in a quasi-post-apocalypse SF setting with a soundtrack by Escape From LA, Borderlands 2 is snarky, sarcastic, and winks at you from the other side of the 4th wall to make sure you don’t take all the explosions and bloody head-shots seriously.

Does it work? Eh… sort of. The snarky humor and Wile E. Coyote violence are basically there to punch up pretty cut-and-dried FPS gameplay… go here, kill baddies, pull lever, kill baddies, find boss, kill boss, rinse and repeat. The loot is completely randomized, which does sometimes make for strange and amusing results. I picked up a gun which does something like 70+ points of damage and has a sniper scope (as opposed to the more common ~20 points of damage on the first level), so I spent a lot of time starting a battle from far distant cover and going “Boom! Headshot.” Borderlands 2 also floats around somewhere between FPS and MMO, with quest-givers, side missions, and explorer deeds, and encourages you to hook up with other players (via Steam) and take on missions together. However, your character model is determined by your class (all the women are “sirens,” for instance, and all the sirens are women) and the character models only vary by means of three different heads and palette-swaps. So it won’t be long before every character looks exactly identical to every other character.

Correspondingly, the difficulty seems to be all over the map, too. There’s a giant set-piece battle at the end of the first section of the game where you’re in an open area fighting a giant brute of a guy who is not only on fire, but who keeps setting you on fire as well as opening up giant fire pits all over the level. If you die, you simply respawn around the corner, which is handy, but every time you do, he goes back up to full health again. This led me into a loop for the longest time where I could just get to him, nick him a little, and then run out of ammo and get killed. Over and over. I finally defeated him basically through an exploit– I left the arena all together, which lured him over to one corner that stuck out so he could shoot at me, and he got trapped there by the AI pathing. So all I had to do at that stage was peek around the corner, snipe at him, and duck back until my shield recharged, then do it again. Since he was an otherwise unbeatable boss, I didn’t feel too bad about this– I figured that if the game is gonna cheat, I’m gonna cheat right back.

On the plus side, I do like the animation-esque art style and the western-bluesey soundtrack, which give me (positive) associations with Full Throttle. And I can see how the game would be fun with a full party, although I haven’t had the chance to try it yet. However, I suspect it’s going to be real hard to find a group that isn’t made up of four sirens, just because she’s the most appealing character design. We’ll see!

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

the_gneech: (Blank)

CherryBlossomGneech.jpg

Taken last day at the Cherry Blossom Festival, by Mrs. Gneech. :)

-The Gneech

Originally published at gneech.com. You can comment here or there.

the_gneech: (Twilight Sparkle applauds)
[livejournal.com profile] lythandra's birthday was earlier this month, so this is the card I gave her:


"M and Ms" Grenade by ~the-gneech on deviantART

In college, a friend described her as "a hand grenade disguised as a bag of M&M's," and it always stuck. :)

-The Gneech
the_gneech: (Kero Magic Whupass)
It's hard to believe that this is the same morning that started with Dasher covered in his own poop, but it turns out it is!

Hmm. Perhaps I should give that some context.

Dasher, Buddha's adopted little brother, is staying with friends while we're away. But Dasher, like many cats, hates riding in the car. I mean, he really hates riding in the car. He gets car-sick like it ain't nobody's bidness. So, thinking ourselves clever, we took him over to said freinds' house before giving him his breakfast.

To no avail. When his top half discovered that it had nothing it could purge, the bottom half went into action. In his carrier. Suffice to say, when we got there, we took him straight into the bathroom and the shower. Then I went back home and changed my shirt.

[livejournal.com profile] hantamouse, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra, and I piled into a taxi, and from there we piled into a plane, and it was off to Atlanta! A short MARTA ride later, and we were at the con. Hotel reg and con-badgery were both relatively quick and painless (for [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and myself at least), so we also popped in and said hello to the Emerald Rose guys at their kiosk in the Marriott and grabbed some photos of Doctors 9 and 10 for [livejournal.com profile] pantrhas, which we'll post later. (They're still in the camera right now.)

GOOD THING: Being eternals, [livejournal.com profile] lythandra and I went to the usual tucked-in-a-corner spot to get our badges and didn't muck about with the main reg lines. But [livejournal.com profile] hantamouse, as well as our former boss Dan and his wife Julie went through it and took about two hours each ... [livejournal.com profile] hbar98 and his wife Natasha said their time was 20 minutes. So, while not quite the "Everything is Magically Fixed!" change the con hyped it to be, the new registration is still a major improvement.

BAD THING: The Marriott has systematically removed most of the chairs from its public spaces, apparently with the idea that it will keep people from camping out in the lobby for hours on end. Anybody who knows anything about geeks and cons, go ahead and facepalm now. Anybody who has ever spent many happy hours seated in the Pulse Loft or in front of the Marriott Starbucks watching costumes go by, because there was a place you could comfortably sit out of traffic that is now gone, you may also go ahead and facepalm now. By the time we left the Marriott for dinner, with traffic still light because it's only Thursday, people were already sitting all over the floor, because there were no chairs. As geeks will do. As anybody with experience in this kind of thing could have TOLD them geeks will do. Not a good plan, Marriott!

Anyway! Dinner was very cool, our requisite trip to Durango's, although it wasn't quite up to its usual "Died and gone to Steak Heaven!" standards this time. Laurie's shrimp and grits was very good, though!

From there, we went to the Celtic Concert, where we heard "Pandora Celtica," a group new to us, and of course Emerald Rose. :) Then, back to the hotel, 'cause 2/3 of us were pooped. And the 1/3 of us who would have been happy to continue (to wit, me) was just as happy to come back, as tomorrow is going to be full of STUFF! Heck, the 3 p.m. time slot alone has 9 events in it I want to go to!

...Um.

Oh! Speaking of Emerald Rose, I apparently never sent them their copies of Attack of the War-Cats! I need to fix that immedately upon getting home.

But that's it for today. G'nite, all, and have an awesome tomorrow!

-The Gneech

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