Posts by Scott M

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50

A week ago today, I turned 50. Up until then, I spent the year alternating between not really caring, feeling apprehensive, and feeling a bit depressed. So on the day, it was a relief to finally get there and find that it was not really that different. And it was a really great day. My son Jack was here all week visiting, so I got to spend the day with him and Nicole. I took a surfing lesson and stood on a board (more than once!) for the first time. We ate dinner at Swiss Chalet and watched Roman Holiday. Oh, and I bought a Nintendo Switch with the new Zelda game and Mario Odyssey. :)

The rest of the week was good too. We took day trips to the nearby animal preserve and a nearby waterslide park, saw several movies, and the rest of the time stayed in and binge-watched Brooklyn 9-9 or played the Switch. And the movies, since you are no doubt wondering, were The Equalizer 2 (**), The Meg (**1/2), and Crazy Rich Asians (***). The first two are worth streaming when they come around but Crazy Rich Asians is delightful and well worth seeing in theatre.

Unlike films like The Great Wall, Skyscraper, or The Meg, where you can see the seams of how Hollywood and a Chinese film company are combining their efforts, Crazy Rich Asians is seamless and charming. It is the best Westernized expression of a Chinese genre film since Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. If all of this sounds like a strange tangent, fear not: I have literally watched hundreds of Chinese films, most from the very busy Hong Kong studios, and continue to love them.

Anyway. It was a good week, of much needed relaxation. While Jack and Nicole played Nintendo or watched TV, I did some drawing and tried to slap together something new for DCAF, but in the end time and some technical issues prevented it. I made a point of not stressing about it, because I still have copies of the “Hey Judas” comic that I made last year after DCAF, plus Story Mode cards and other stuff that was new to DCAF. The show was yesterday and it was great as usual. I had enthusiastic fans chatting to me not only about comics, but also some of my prints (Donair Trail was a particular hit), the Story Mode game, even the page I was sketching in between chats.

I finally feel like I’m leveling up in some areas that I care about. Was I just waiting for the birthday? Who knows. I’m glad for it in any case.

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A New Decade

As I write this, I have exactly one week left in my forties, and that is a strange feeling. Not a bad one, exactly. But very strange. I was talking with my mother recently, as we sometimes do on the phone, about the disconnect between mental age and physical age. Because they had me in high school, my parents were always younger than other people’s, and my mother could justifiably say stuff like “I can’t believe my son is 30!” when she was not yet 48 and could still pass for 40.

Anyway, she said something that I had been feeling for some time but hadn’t really articulated. It is simply that once you hit a certain age, your hypersensitivity to how old you are drops off. Perhaps you remember being a kid under 10 and demanding that people recognize you were 7 and a half, not just 7. I grew up younger than my cohort after skipping grade one and it was a bizarre experience, in retrospect, to go to college having just turned 17. What the hell were we thinking back then?

Mom told me that even as she approaches 70, she feels like she’s about 50. And I, at nearly-50, feel like I have the energy and kind of engagement with the world that someone in their 30s would have. Or that is just the age group I relate to? She told me how her mother, the late great Alice Amero, always talked about feeling young. It is a good way to be, I can’t deny it. Where does this ability come from? Does everyone have it? Is it healthy? I couldn’t say. But this vague and probably unimportant delusion is where I currently rest, like an old man on a bench in a mall, waiting for his wife to finish smelling things in Lush.

So how are you doing? Well, I hope. I last posted here two months ago and joked about how infrequent I have gotten with posting. That’s the kind of year it’s been, like we are in one of those weeping angel episodes of Doctor Who. Every time we blink, something weird and disturbing appears behind us. But you can’t just go around with your eyes bulging open, so we carefully blink and keep making adjustments to whatever new horrors have appeared.

These days I am mostly trying to get some drawing done and finish up some comics in time for DCAF, which is less than two weeks away. I am fairly certain that I will get at least one of them done. And then, after the show and the week off that precedes it, I will rest; by which I mean I will go back to my day job, but at night I will relax and play video games or something until my guilt overtakes me and I start spending my evenings trying to learn a 3D sculpting program or something.

Meanwhile time keeps on slippin’ slippin’ slippin’ into the future as Steve Miller so infuriatingly predicted. My very general plans are to draw comics this month, finish and revise a short novel next month, do Inktober in October, do National Novel Writing Month in November, and then do my usual December rituals of making some gifts and gift tags, updating my website and scanning stuff, and generally getting organized for next year. What was 2018? Where did it go? Blink.

Anyway, since I am posting so infrequently now that you could fairly assume that I have taken up residence on the event horizon of a black hole, here are some things I should plug while I have your attention:

  • I have a new online store! I spent a long time tinkering with it and trying to ensure that the shipping costs were going to be fair. If you want an autographed book, or Story Mode cards, or if you want to commission a piece, you can do it all there.
  • Come say hello at DCAF on Sunday, August 19th at Alderney Landing in Dartmouth if you are going to be in the area. It is always an enjoyable show with cool stuff to see.
  • I finally launched the Story Mode card game, and you can try it yourself for free by downloading and printing the cards or you can order a set from me while supplies last through the new online store, or you can get some from me at DCAF. If you are an English Lit or drama nerd, a teacher, actor, improviser, or card game nerd, you will probably find something to enjoy in Story Mode.

That’s it for now. Thanks as always for reading. I hope you are having a good summer.

In Lieu

I didn’t feel it was appropriate to entitle a blog post “How The Fuck Is It Already June?!” but I couldn’t think of a better one either, and I think that is probably a good metaphor for the times, but it’s best not to think about it too hard. Which is a good general guideline for the times.

Anyway. June, yes. When I last wrote, over a month ago I am so sorry, I had just attended a small convention in Saint John and was attending a larger one in Moncton. That show was lovely and now I am looking forward to DCAF in August. I hope to get a bunch of stuff done before then, especially some new comics I am excited about.

A good chunk of my time since early May was spent fine tuning and printing and sorting and preparing my new card game, Story Mode. You can download it and play it or you can order a copy from me while supplies last. Please check out the site for an explanation of what the game is, how you can use the cards in different ways to inspire stories, and how you can try and even contribute to the game’s development.

It’s been a strange, stressful, emotional year, and it doesn’t look like that is going to change anytime soon. Part of it is external – the general insanity of a world where Donald Trump has any kind of real power – and some of it is internal, or at least a lot more local. It has forced me to take a more practical, triage-like mindset in my day to day life. Like a less-than-ideal kind of mindfulness that is not rooted in joy, but fear or anxiety.

The older I get, the more I am convinced that fear is the thing that we must fight hardest against. The lizard-brain that makes us hate and suspect any stranger, any deviation from the path we think is safe. Kill it; kill your fear dead, and be free.

As always I am tired and rambling on Sunday evening, so now I will just recommend things I enjoyed for a while:

There is a new film out you may have heard of called Hereditary, starring Toni Collette. It is an amazing twist on the demonic horror of Rosemary’s Baby, genuinely horrifying and very suspenseful. It is a type of horror- a Lovecraftian, ordinary mortals resist in futility against ancient evil- that is filmed fairly often lately but this is far and away the best recent example of the genre. It has jumped into my top 10 horror films.

We also went to see Ocean’s 8, which I guess is doing well and good on them. I thought it was fine, the script is dubious in parts but no worse than it was in any of the Clooney films and certainly no worse than the Sinatra film. What feels lacking in Ocean’s 8 is the absence of Steven Soderbergh; the angles he would shoot, the holds, the lighting, the edits. I speculated that if this one gets a trilogy, the next step would be to make Ocean’s 14 through 16 starring the remaining casts from both trilogies. Why not?

I took Jack to see Solo before that, and I thought it was fine. I didn’t enjoy it as much as Rogue One, probably about as much as Episode 7 amd a bit less than 8. I’d like to see more of those characters doing stuff, if that is ever an option.

The best book I have read lately is Leah on the Offbeat by Becky Albertalli. It is a sequel to her debut novel Simon and the Homo Sapiens Agenda, which was recently made into the charming film Love, Simon. Leah focuses on Simon’s longtime female best friend who enjoys drumming, feels inadequate compared to wealthier classmates, and is getting curious vibes from a same-sex friend. As a child psychologist, Albertalli is very good at giving her characters authentic-sounding voices and small moments that build a world I wish I could visit more often.

I finally finished The Peripheral by William Gibson. I don’t know why it always takes me so long to read his books, because I love them and it’s not due to a lack of interest, I just have to absorb them slowly I guess.

There have been some good comics launched recently- the new Nancy Drew, of all things, is queer as hell and very promising. Evan Dorkin and Veronica Fish have a nice new teen (dark) magic title called Blackwood, and John Allison is writing a new miniseries called By Night. The New Mutants: Dead Souls by Matthew Rosenberg and company has been brilliant and I am looking forward to reading his new book about Multiple Man.

All that said, the best comic I have read lately is the new issue of Love and Rockets, in which we get classic Hopey-Maggie conversations, childhood flahsbacks, intergenerational and intercultural dialogue, magical realism, and beautiful artwork.

My TV watching these days alternates between shows starring Gordon Ramsay and/or his family, shows about travel and possibly buying homes or at least eating local foods, and Noah Hawley’s shows, specifically Season 2 of Legion and season 1 of Fargo, which I just finished. I know, I’m behind. But I won’t be for long. Both of those shows are amazing.

I’ve also been enjoying Westworld (even if it does feel like a pale imitation of a Noah Hawley series in comparison), Elementary, and much to my pleased surprise, Fear the Walking Dead. I had actually skipped that series all of its third season and checked out the beginning of the new season because Morgan from the main series was going to be on it. They did some interesting retooling as part of that move and have written a very strong season so far, as compelling as its parent series when it is at its best.

That’s it for now. I will try to write more regularly. I hope it is a consolation that if you don’t hear from me, it’s because I am busy doing stuff I enjoy and it is helping me cope with some stuff that I don’t. I hope you are having a good summer. We deserve it.

Spring in Your Step

I feel like I emerge from every winter like a wild-eyed man who catches a glimpse of himself in a mirror and notices that his face is smeared with dark blood. At first he is startled and concerned, then he notices he is holding a severed and partially devoured human arm, and thinks to himself, ah, right. We do what we must to survive a Canadian winter, literally and figuratively.

Anyway. I have been letting some creative stuff slide – most notably the Sunday Night in Cinema 3 podcast and this blog – partly due to a busy stretch at work, partly due to preparing for conventions. I just spent the weekend in Saint John, New Brunswick, where I lived for nearly 20 years. It’s the kind of place where I saw someone I know immediately upon stepping out of the car. The trip had a dual purpose: a one-week-early birthday party for my son Jack, and attending a relatively new comics convention called Fog City Comic Con at the central library.

Jack and I snuck in a viewing of The Rock’s new film, Rampage, which is more fun than it has any right to be. The next day I gave him his presents (an Xbox game he wanted, a trade paperback of Star Wars comics, and Nick Offerman’s book Paddle Your Own Canoe) and took him and his friends to see Infinity War on Saturday afternoon. It was the second time for me but no less enjoyable. It’s not a perfect movie by any means, but it reminds me in a weird way of the last episode of The Fugitive – a huge event that had to stick the landing, and I think it did. We ate some pizza and chatted about it and the upcoming Marvel films afterward.

The next day I took my bag of tricks to the library and led a “how to make comics” session in their lovely new maker space. I also agreed to fill in on a panel about adapting other media to comics, moderated by my friend and cousin-by-marriage June. The rest of the time I relaxed at my table and chatted with a bunch of people I haven’t seen in ages, and I got a copy of a new comic book called It Came From The Public Domain that was published by a group that is developing local comics talent. It was an inspiring time and a perfect way to kick off my own convention season. It was also a pretty good dry run for the next show I’m doing, the East Coast Comics Expo in Moncton on the 19th, in terms of how I want to lay out my table. I also sold my last copy of The Insult collection, but with any luck I should have a new shipment in time for ECCE.

New Brunswick gets a lot of stick from the rest of Canada, and the last thing they need is the worst-in-two-generations flooding along the Saint John river that is happening right now.  It is supposed to start receding later this week but in the meantime, people are fighting to prevent their homes from flooding and contending with potential sewage backup and other issues. I have no doubt they’ll get through it, but in the meantime, all respect to the people of NB and the Saint John river valley in particular who are pitching in to help their neighbours.

Hair Trigger

Last week was stressful; not due to one particular issue, just a confluence of work stress, personal issues, and maybe a dash or two of “enough with the winter already” irritation.

It got bad enough, pushing at my mind and demanding its focus, that I dug in a little harder with my meditation training and pushed back, forcing myself to put the various things in perspective and admit that everything will be fine. And then I felt better. But it’s funny how I had to go through a week or more of generalized, lower-level anxiety before the additional stress backed me into enough of a corner that I reached for that solution.

When we talk about mindfulness and staying focused while we meditate, we are essentially training our minds to have a hair trigger when it comes to putting problems in perspective and regaining equanimity. Building the reflex that promptly and effectively deals with discursive thoughts and real-world problems.

That in turn reminds me of one my favourite books of Buddhist lore, a collection of talks by the Korean zen master Seung Sahn entitled “Wanting Enlightenment is a Bad Idea.” It’s a great book. One of my favourite parts is his discussion of the concept of keeping such an open mind as we move through life that we don’t even form attachments to concepts, so that our honest answer to any question would be “I don’t know,” because you are not attached to any knowledge I suppose. He repeatedly advised maintaining this state of “don’t know mind” as the best outcome of a zen meditation practise, since he did not believe in attaining enlightenment, and as the title of his book implies, he felt that the pursuit of it could be detrimental.

I went to the library yesterday and signed out a few classic films and Norm MacDonald’s celebrated autobiography, which I look forward to starting tonight. It is incredibly already mid-April, which means I have three weeks to prepare for my first appearance back in good old Saint John at the Fog City Comic Con. I should just about make it.

Norm beckons. Check out two new episodes of Sunday Night in Cinema 3 and a new Insult. There will be a new Insult weekly on my Patreon page as well for a while. Thanks and have a great week!

Work Cut Out

This week’s post title is a tip of the hat to my fellow bluenosers Sloan, who are just about to release their twelfth album. I have had the pleasure of seeing them probably half a dozen times over the last 25 years.

The title also applies well to my creative goals between now and the end of the summer. I just turned in my application for DCAF, which if accepted, would come to my third appearance of the spring and summer. I hope to have an assortment of new stuff for each of them, as you can see in this public post on my Patreon.

It’s a lot, but I am just going to put my head down and power through, work with as little stress as possible, finding the joy in creating something, especially something I don’t usually create.

The long weekend was pretty good, a bit busy but good. I took Jack to see a couple of movies (Pacific Rim and Ready Player One) and to the board game cafe again. He turns 16 next month. Oy.

I enjoyed both of the movies well enough, each is more or less a three star entertainment. I talk about both on the new episode of the podcast, as well as some of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.

That’s it for now. Have a great week.

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.