So Much

I’m taking weekends off from Comics Fondle and Visual Reflux. VR is a little more graphics intensive than anything else I do and CF is going to get about as much as it, though in different ways… awesome new phone camera(s) means being able to do nicer images for posts. One of the reasons I never started doing pictures in posts was not being able to ensure the quality of those images. It’s a lot easier now—you can just screenshot a digital comic, right? But you can get it done; back when I started the blogs, flip phone cameras… nope.

But maybe a Summing Up post on weekends. One, maybe two. At least one. Maybe. We’ll see how it goes next weekend, though I’ve also got a much higher word count target on Summing Up posts than anything else—besides Stop Button, which has a variable target.

I’m writing this post instead of doing anything else on my to do list, which isn’t anything pressing but there are some productive items. I really want to go play a video game, so instead I’m being productive with something besides the productive items on my to do list. It’s like differing procrastination. I’m also now wondering if I might be able to make the VR graphics intensive stuff more like the coming Comics Fondle graphics intensive stuff, which would mean I could defer an item off today’s list. Innovate to avoid.

And the more innovating, the more avoiding, the more waiting down the clock until there’s no longer enough time to do anything on the to do list and instead I’ll just have to put some of them off until later tonight. It’s very difficult to get excited about having to force down your electrolyte supplements. At some point, nothing’s going to taste worse than elephant’s ball sweat so why even try to figure out the spectrum.

With all other blogging, I have an ambition. With Summing Up, the only way I can rely on myself to actually post to the blog is to have no ambitions. No schedules, no plans… I can’t even remember what the theme looks like right now. I think it looks all right. Or it’s just Baskerville 2. I’m liking Baskerville 2, even if the header image area is lousy and the title font is a tad much. Clearly I’m not too worried about it because I still haven’t done anything with the Visual Reflux header, though I did just get a relatively fast and easy idea I’ll probably try to get done after this post but before I run out of screwing off time. I’m getting pretty good at maximizing all those times. Something about the word count targets. It gins up the enthusiasm just right, leading to a huge wink paragraph for Logan’s Run today and a little wink for Rambo V tomorrow. Given I’m going through the first couple years of Stop Button right now and rather impressed with how little I tried back in those early days… it’s nice to be thoughtful.

I’m kind of curious when the change occurs. Because there’s a period, before the 250-word constraint but after I started submitting to MRQE where I got my verbosity on. Haven’t gotten to it yet. I’m also putting off doing the day’s catalog capsule post for Stop Button. I’ve got to do cat litter soon, like… there’s only so much you can do.

De facto

I’m really excited for the new Spider-Man movie. Homecoming was just about everything a Spider-Man movie ought to be, I assume the next one will be the same. Kevin Feige, bald cappy who needed to add P.G.A. behind his name on credits to feel special, he gets it. Because there’s only so good a Spider-Man movie can be. It only has so much potential. The character, I mean. Like, there are maybe two good Spider-Man stories. One is “Kraven’s Last Hunt.” The other one is… what, Gwen Stacey? They’re decades old. And Gwen Stacey was six or seven years into the character’s run. And I’ve never actually read it. So maybe it’s crap and everyone loves it with nostalgia glasses.

Marvel movies have, for the most part, stopped disappointing because they’ve gotten to be exactly what they need to be–Disney for teenage boys. Disney Princes if you would. And Tom Holland’s Peter Parker is a fantastic Disney Prince.

The original Superman and Batman movies spoiled the superhero genre to some degree. The first Superman was too good–then Chris Reeve was too good in the sequels, as well as the rest of the cast (mostly)–while it took Burton until Returns to really fulfill the artistic potential of what he’d implied in the first Batman. Superman makes sense for a grand epic thing. It’d be nice if Captain America could do the same but in hindsight, it probably can’t. Thor can’t. The DC movies all have this grandiosity which they don’t deserve, whereas the Marvel movies avoid it entirely (it’s a damn shame in some cases, Ed Norton’s Hulk deserved better). It’s always been easier to ascribe actual greatness to DC (Comics) while dismissing Marvel as entertainment fodder.

It’s entirely possible there will someday be a great Marvel movie. There won’t be a great DC movie. I was wrong back in 2005; David S. Goyer was DC’s last, best hope. Though at least Zack Snyder would’ve kept the failures interesting. And the first half of the extended Batman/Superman is almost a great Lois and Clark movie. It’s at least a good one.

tl;dr? I’m excited for Spider-Man: Far From Home.

And apparently this post is going to qualify for my daily writing.

Yellow Isn’t a Good Title for Something About Flow

I have a problem maintaining intention between drafts. Think of something, write it, which was fine for short stories. Longer short stories not as much, but 3,000 words? Doable. Easily doable by grad school. Then I started a novel and had to change it up. But I’ve always hated starting a piece of writing and returning to it before it’s not drafted. Beginning, middle, end, whether fiction or non. I used to stay up all night before a major paper was due will all the research assembled so I could keep the flow. And I got a lot of compliments for the flow in grad school.

But with Summing Up, not being a reactionary blog, I started and saved to draft unfinished a post earlier today. I’m not sure if people realize how fetishized writing was for professionals. That robe in Wonder Boys was a little but not a lot. It was feasible. People only starting writing with a specific brand of Scotch is real. Capital L Capital W Literary Writing was obsessed with its potential preciousness and precociousness. Maybe it still is, though it’s got to be hard when so much good content appears outside that discipline? Industry? Factory?

One of my things–going back to freshman year of college, still during my… shudder… screenplay phase–was writing out that intention. Generating the intention. Drafting it. I didn’t yet apply that system to academic writing because, hey, I was in a Comp class. Well, it was more than just Comp, but still. That class was when I realized even wasting opportunities in my high school, I passively picked up a lot more relevant skills for college success than I’d have believed. Big outlook change.

Anyway, while I don’t necessarily need a blather blog or a word count blog, it might be nice to get more comfortable blogging in a variety of situations. I wrote three blog posts last Friday–Unbreakable, Love and Rockets #48, and The Buccaneer. In reverse order. Something like 2,500 words, which used to be a pretty good count for a word count. At least, in 2005 or 2006. So at least Summing Up has a function. It’s still in need of a point, but I no longer think of it as the same kind of writing task.

That all said, it’s going to be pretty funny if the blog just ends up being a review of cat products. I just ordered a cat litter mat from some obnoxious online cat specialty store. We had one before but it was that cheaper mesh rubber so Gregory tried to eat it. This thing appears to be enclosed cheaper mesh rubber and Gregory usually gets not to eat cloth.

Though there was that time after we first got him I thought he peed the bed but it just turned out he’d been licking it for four hours.

And, look at that not really visible enough Gutenberg detail, I’m very near 500 words and I think this post more than qualifies. Hopefully there was a not too directed flow.

Oh, wait, the biggest problem with the mat wasn’t Gregory… it was Shaz and Fozzy peeing on it to show the bathroom was each own’s turf.

No, I don’t think Gregory ever chewed on it when they’d peed it. He wisely avoided the room.