Posts by Scott M

One of Those Days

I woke up this morning earlier than my wife, as I typically do, and sat on the couch in pajama pants and a t-shirt catching up on the internet or playing the daily rounds of Fairway solitaire. I read a story that was really upsetting and shared it to facebook, and felt my mood shift. I entered an emotional funk that was not really lifted for a few hours, when I read another long article, this one not so much upsetting as grim, but it seemed to help. In between I spent a lot of time with the Buddhist Voice in my head, reminding me to seek balance. My asshole brain took that as a cue to start spinning comics ideas out of whatever BV said.

While Nicole visited her family in the afternoon, I finished writing the script for the latest episode of Sunday Night in Cinema 3 and was pleased with it. I recorded the episode, pausing the recording at one point while the cat made some noise getting dry food from her food puzzle. Yes, I said food puzzle. I finished the recording just before Nicole got home.

We talked and made dinner, watched some TV, and I went to edit and publish the podcast. I edit along until I get to the part where I paused for the cat noise and… there’s nothing after it. I don’t know if I didn’t resume the recording properly, or if I somehow deleted the second section, but in any case, it isn’t there. So the episode will be a day late, I will re-record the missing section tomorrow and publish it after work.

One of those days. But honestly, I’m not bothered. I’d gladly trade some little mishaps for being in a happy and productive mood.

We went for a skate on the last day of the season this morning, and talked about wanting to do more travel this summer within the province, as well as day trips to the beach and perhaps a longer jaunt around Cape Breton, where I haven’t been since I was a child. We also want to do some camping and kayaking; perhaps I will even give surfing another go. The weather has been warming enough and I have been working out often enough during the winter that I feel like I can get back to running outside again soon.

Upsetting think-pieces aside, it was a pretty good week, more so because of a general increase in productivity at my day job, which makes me feel less general anxiety. I wrapped up the work week by doing my annual fantasy baseball draft with some old friends on Friday night and a local record fair on Saturday morning.

That’s it. Look for the podcast tomorrow and some other stuff to publish this week. Have a good one.



Spring Forward

It’s been a good week, despite my son falling ill for much of his March break, spending half of it prone on my couch and the other half propped up in his mom’s basement playing video games. I managed to be reasonably productive without feeling a lot of stress about it, which is a good zone to find and stay in.

As I write this I have just come back in from my third excursion of the day. The first was skating on the Emera Loop with my dear wife this morning. The second was a walk to the waterfront, by way of the central library to return a book and DeSerres, where a thick pad of their watercolour paper and a pad of their mixed media paper made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.

My ultimate goal for the waterfront was to pick up this week’s comics at Strange Adventures, and it was most of my pull list: new issues of Assassinistas, Black Bolt, Captain America, Giant Days, Jughead: The Hunger, and The Wicked + The Divine, plus a Harley and Ivy comic with a cover by Tula Lotay, whose work I buy wherever possible. A few of those titles are ending soon or have ended already, so I added a few upcoming books to the list to try out.

The third walk was in the opposite direction, to the Anchor Archive zine library on Almon street, in the Radstorm space. I donated some copies of recent zines and comics after meaning to for ages. I also gave them some extra copies of what I have in my inventory for sample zine packs that they were talking about putting together. If you’re in the Halifax area and you are interested in zines (making them or reading them), you should pay them a visit.

The new episode of Sunday Night in Cinema 3 is up. Do check it out, won’t you? And speaking of movies, I realize that the new Tomb Raider is probably the destination for most moviegoing manchildren next weekend, but if you want to see a film that is genuinely special, one that is fresh and smart, I urge you to check out the teen dramedy Love, Simon. It’s directed by Riverdale showrunner Greg Berlanti, based on an excellent YA novel called Simon Vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda by Becky Albertelli, a child psychologist turned author. Nicole and I saw a sneak preview of Love, Simon last night and absolutely loved it. I am so glad that gay kids and their allies will have it, however it does at the box office.

And speaking of Albertelli, the sequel to Simon, called Leah on the Offbeat, comes out next month. Her second book, set in the same book-universe, was called The Upside of Unrequited, and I also recommend it. I love good YA fiction, the more of it kids have to choose from, the better.

I was feeling glum after taking my son home, as I usually do, and I decided to cheer myself up by spending some time working on one of the card games I hope to publish sometime this year. It’s called Story Mode, and it will be an open source project. I plan on working on its alpha website after this blog post, so if you want to read more about how that would work, I’ll explain there.

Anyway, I had a couple of little breakthroughs, both in terms of the game taking shape in my mind and in technical terms. I was able to map out a development strategy for the game, basically taking it through alpha and beta editions before publishing a true 1.0 release for public consumption. I’ll go into that in more detail on the Story Mode website too, if you are interested in downloading a copy of whatever I have ready or playtesting. Or both.

So it has been a pleasant surprise to work on that at the end of the week, and my new goal is to have the alpha version posted online and printed for a limited distribution. The game will always be free to download online, but if you want a physical copy that comes from me, the easiest method to ensure you get one is to join my Patreon.

I am going to be doing my first mailout to patrons at all levels in the next few weeks, as an orientation package. It will include a new exclusive minicomic, the alpha version of the Story Mode game, a little bit of original art, some small prints and probably a mid sized print, a holder to put it all in, and my eternal gratitude. So don’t miss out!

Vacation, All I Ever Wanted

I’m off work this week because it is my son Jack’s March break from school, and he is here to visit for some of it. Unfortunately he has come down with a 24-hour flu that has about 6 hours left, so he’s prone on the new couch binge-watching The Last Ship. It’s good to see him in any case.

My wife hosted an Oscar party last night and we were all like zombies this morning due to the lack of sleep. I sat in a corner, facing away from the TV, snarking at the many things I hate about the Oscars, and I fear I overdid it. Snark is, I think, like wasabi. Best in small strategic doses, not an Axe body spray of sourness.

I also recorded the latest episode of Sunday Night in Cinema 3 yesterday, and I had some things to say about the Oscars, including:

What a perfect summary it is of Hollywood that on the same weekend they meet to hand out gold statues and jerk each other off, they release a remake of Death Wish, an NRA member’s wet dream, about a good man with a gun who decides to take his country back from the lowlifes. I don’t care how many gay films or black films or women’s films they greenlight to make themselves feel better; as long as they keep greenlighting shit like Death Wish, because they know it’s a sure sale in red states, Hollywood is complicit in the suffering of hate crime victims.

And for that matter, as much as I respect the #timesup movement and the many actors who have come forward to tell their story of being abused by powerful men, there is a giant gap in that story as long as no one is talking about the “Church” of Scientology, which enslaves its members, threatens them, sexually abuses them, and who knows what else. If anyone’s time should be up, it is Scientology.

But by all means, Hollywood, enjoy your annual celebration of yourself.

Jeez, chill, past-me.

I’m actually starting to think about how much “knee-jerk negativity just never got me through,” like the Psychedelic Furs said once. The snark, the anger, the little splashes of jealousy; I think I need to get my nose closer to the grindstone of my Buddhism. Concentrate, in other words, on what I say and do so as to avoid wearing a trench of negativity in my brain.

I’ve been a Buddhist for about 20 years now, and while I would never claim to even have my shit together, never mind be enlightened, I feel like I am managing my dosage better than I did in my initial fervor. My poor friends back then, listening to me jabber on about the dharma and the noble eightfold path. These days it’s more like a radio station that plays in the background of my thoughts, and it’s time for me to turn it up a little.

Lately one of those things I have been thinking about working harder on is the concept of “right speech” from the Noble Eightfold. It doesn’t mean conservatism, or censorship, or being “politically correct”, or any such thing. It simply applies mindfulness to how you interact with others, be it in person or online.

I think the fastest way to fill in that trench in the mind that we make from knee-jerk snark or negativity is to be the opposite. To love everything, at least insofar as that is possible. Do I really need to angrily retweet shit about the current “President” several times a day? Could I be encouraging or supporting someone else in that same amount of time? Can I take my brain out of the bath of bad news and unhappy social media shares where it normally swims?

Again, this doesn’t mean ignoring the bad shit or pretending that everything is great. It’s more a matter of letting go of the small stuff, and concentrating on a better balance of information coming in. It’s just another expression of one of the core concepts of Buddhism, which is to see the world as it is, without the filter of a largely imaginary self-image, cultural baggage, and other obstacles. It’s similar to what I try to do with my spare time, which is divide it equally between creative work and relaxing.

For those of you who follow The Insult, I’m a few comics behind but I plan to catch up on that and some other things after I take the boy home. And hopefully, by next weekend if not this one, I will slap together the first episode of a new podcast that I’ve been ever so slowly working on.

And A Dollar Short

Because I’m posting this a day later than I intended to. You know?

Last week was busy, but good. It was a long weekend so I drove to Saint John, hung out with my son, watched Black Panther, checked out a boardgame cafe, ate a donair. Pretty typical trip. That was followed by a fun recording session at the Central Library back in Halifax with my friend Alison, for a second podcast project. The remaining weekdays were spent sketching a new mini-comic and scanning the results.

Saturday was full of errands, and one of them took me to Clayton Park, where I visited the vintage game store. My son has my copy of Grand Theft Auto V for the PS3, so when I noticed a copy for $5 I had to pick it up. I spent the rest of my Saturday screwing with AI cops, riding the back of a flatbed train car and shooting down their helicopters.

On Sunday I went to see Annihilation, which is trippy as hell but also a really smart SF concept once they explain what is going on with “the shimmer”.  The visuals and the score are amazing. In that regard it reminds me of the Soderbergh remake of Solaris, which is in my top 10 of films, so yeah, I liked it.

The new couch is finally being delivered tomorrow morning apparently, and we can finish with moving our shit around and upsetting the cats. Except that Jack is visiting next week during his March break, but they’ll like that. And I am taking the week off, so I will probably spend some of that time catching up on creative projects and trying to put together the first episode of the aforementioned second podcast.

With the Olympics on television it seems like the main American cable networks ran as little new content as possible, so it gave me a chance to catch up on some things, like the last few episodes of The Walking Dead and Star Trek: Discovery. The first has been a well-oiled machine that I continue to watch, gratefully accepting its peculiar zen nutrients. The latter is like a drunken Viking, staggering around wrecking the place and creating a scene that no one will forget. I love it. It’s the best Trek to date, so far anyway.

All of this unusual activity put me “behind schedule” for the Sunday Night in Cinema 3 podcast, but the latest episode is up now for your enjoyment. I will also post my vocal warmup to my Patreon and I plan on posting a bunch of stuff there in March after a relatively quiet February. February is always so quick, isn’t it? 2-3 days less than the others doesn’t seem like it should feel like much of a difference, but it does.

Anyway. I won’t take any more of your time. But thanks for spending a little of it here. I appreciate it. Have a great week.

Flat Packed

This has been a busy week, though not for the usual reasons. On Monday my wife and I went to pick up a couple of things at Ikea, which combined with my efforts to rearrange and repack some things in storage. The rather cluttered corner where I had my home office is now a small dining area and I am now doing most of my laptop-based work at my wife’s vintage desk.

All of this moving around and packing and organizing took several evenings of spare time, so my creative output stalled a bit, but that’s all right. There is something to be said for decluttering. The clutter itself can be a persistent source of low-level stress, and the action of decluttering can improve one’s mood.

And there are still some small things to do- hanging some pictures, reorganizing some shelves- but it was a good diversion. Changing your work space can knock everything out of kilter in a productive way.

On Wednesday I had a nice chat with my friend Calum, who happens to own the splendid trio of Strange Adventures comic shops here in the Maritimes. He suggested a couple of promotional projects which I hope to get going soon, and we talked a bit about wanting to publish a showcase for local comics talent, of which there is plenty.  Anyway. I’m too busy with some other stuff this year but maybe next year for me.

So for this week’s production report, the bare minimum going out the door today- a new Insult, a new podcast episode, a new Faith of the Heart and this here blog post. I might take a short trip to NB next weekend, so this upcoming week might be the opposite of this past week, with me doing a bunch of art on the weekdays and then taking the weekend off, but we’ll see what happens. Thanks as always for reading and enjoy your week.



Responsible Couch Ownership

Greetings from Halifax, where we are in the part of winter where it snows, then rains, then freezes, then thaws, and this cycle continues. I am seated on a soon-to-be-replaced futon with Black Lightning on TV and a fat cat slumbering against my hip. The weekends are too damned short.

The futon is soon to be replaced because my dear wife and I decided to be practical with our shared Xmas gift this year, deciding at the last minute to buy a new sofa instead of a Nintendo Switch. The sofa was a special order that is due to arrive soon. I’m not sure what will become of the futon yet. In any case we are taking this opportunity to rearrange the apartment a little, get more organized and such.

This gave me a good reason to try to learn Sketchup again, and this time I think it worked. I made a simple 3D map of our living room and the furniture, grouped the planes, moved and rotated them around, learned some of the shortcut keys. I think that’s when you know you are a serious user of any graphics application- when you know the shortcut keys.


My wife has been sick all week and I felt pretty low-energy myself for a couple of days, but otherwise the end of January passed without complaint. I did manage to get some penciling done one a new short comic that I hope to get done in the next week or two. The resulting mini-comic will be the first exclusive printed thing for my Patreon.

There is a fun-sounding afternoon comic convention called Fog City Comic-con, organized by the public library in my former home city of Saint John, New Brunswick. This will its second year, occurring from 11-4 on Sunday, May 6th. I was just debating with myself earlier this week about applying for a table and making the drive and so on, when someone from the library kindly invited me to attend as a guest, maybe do a panel of some kind, so I took that as a sign and said yes. Assuming all goes as planned, that will be my first con appearance for 2018. I will update the appearances page with details for that and upcoming shows as details become available. And Fog City, thanks very much for the invite!

Speaking of comics, my LCS is the wonderful, Eisner-Award-winning Strange Adventures in Halifax. They were having a prize draw where a ballot would be entered for you if you picked up your pull list promptly, and I won this month! The prize included a copy of the Marvel 75th Anniversary Omnibus, a fancy Batman figurine, and several trade paperbacks. So that was a nice surprise, and let that be a lesson to you all- if you have a pull list at a comic shop, pick your books up promptly!

That’s all I can think of to say for this week. I haven’t posted them yet but there will be updates to Faith of the Heart, The Insult, and Sunday Night in Cinema 3 later today. I also started designing a sort of welcome package thing for Patreon a few days ago, and came up with a name for a card game I’m working on. I think I will try to have some prototypes ready to sell for this spring’s shows. More on that as this month goes on. In the meantime, thanks as always for reading.

Resistance, Zen, and The Last Jedi

It’s been a weird week within a weird month. Family stuff, holidays, work stuff, stress, highs and lows. Life, right?

I’m a Zen Buddhist, which means a lot of different things, but within the world of Buddhism it generally means that I prefer to follow the Japanese flavour of Buddhism, which makes sense, since that is the one that has really taken hold here in the west. There are probably hundreds of flavours to choose from, each choosing a different aspect of the Buddha’s teachings to focus on, but I like Zen because it is reasonably simple, and doesn’t come with some of the cultural baggage that, say, Tibetan Buddhism does. Zen doesn’t feel like much of a religion compared to what they’re doing in, say, Myanmar.

Anyway. I mention all of this because my religion (or lack thereof) is on my mind a lot lately, as I remind myself to be mindful and patient with myself, with those who ask things of me. Buddhists are, after all, supposed to be egoless! And be of service to everyone! I half-jokingly think to myself sometimes “you hate yourself anyway, why not destroy your ego and spend the rest of your life doing as many small good deeds as you can for others?”

We’ll see. I think I might have to make a comic about my idea of Buddhism sometime. I have written some notes for one but they are pretty scattered, and on top of that we Buddhists are not really supposed to proselytize to others, but… we’ll see.

I think a lot of us who get into Buddhism are attracted by the initial rush of feeling at peace that we might feel once we start meditating, before the horrible truth of meditating becomes evident- that there is a lot of shit in your mind that wants to come out. If you go to a meditation group long enough, you will feel other people’s suffering around you. It is not the relaxing thing you might expect. Which doesn’t mean it’s a bad thing. It’s more like going to Crossfit for your brain. You (might) feel like shit afterward, or you might feel strong and ready to take on the world. The trick is to keep going, and to learn to simply let yourself BE, instead of constantly fighting with yourself, constructing imaginary arguments and dramas in your imagination that wind up influencing your real actions.

I am reminded of a scene from the latest Star Wars movie (minor spoilers follow)- where Luke, on his remote island, has been protecting the sacred old texts of the Buddha – sorry, I mean the Jedi. He sees the Force-ghost of Yoda and expresses his worries to Yoda, who Force-ignites the tree of knowledge or whatever the hell it is that Luke is fixated on. It’s such a stereotypical Zen moment, and a great encapsulation of the theme of the film, which is to forget the artificial structure you have built for yourself- all that stuff that you surround yourself with so that you can look at it and say “THIS IS ME.” I’m pretty sure I laughed out loud at that moment.

I don’t have a neat conclusion for all that. It’s a work in progress, like everything else in this world. So I’ll leave you with this week’s production report:

I am also going to post a Patreon-exclusive new installment of The Insult, probably tomorrow night. I made some good progress on a new print, had a few fun ideas for other things, and had some good conversations with people about another podcast. More details as things come into focus. Until then, have a good week and thanks for  reading.