I do know that one of my earliest memories of the movies was going to Star Wars in '78 when it was re-released in theaters. I was amazed by what I was seeing on the screen. The spaceships, the lasers, the aliens, it was all so fantastic. From that point on I was hooked. I became a card-carrying sci-fi/fantasy nerd.
Shortly after I was introduced to the wonders of that galaxy far, far away, another strongly similar concept appeared on our television screens, in the form of Battlestar Galactica. I was 5 going on 6 when it premiered, so I wasn't exactly critical of what was being portrayed, or ow it was being received. I saw more spaceships, more lasers, and more aliens. Of course, by the time Galactica 1980 rolled around, 8-year old me was starting to have a more discerning eye, and I had an idea it wasn't what the original series was. But, I digress.
A couple years later, strictly by a chance turn of the channel to our local PBS station one Saturday afternoon, I found myself watching a quirky British sci-fi show staring a man with a mop of curly brown hair and an impossibly long scarf. At the end of the story, he popped off with his assistant, Sarah Jane, in a blue police box. And thus, my obsession with Doctor Who began. It would be a few more years before I was able to see the seasons (and Doctors) that came before Tom Baker, the 4th Doctor. And while I've liked various aspects of all of the Doctors that have come before and after, Baker's Doctor remains "my Doctor".
Upon entering junior high school, I really expanded my interest in all things sci-fi and fantasy, not only because I truly loved it all, but more so that it was an escape from what was happening at school. I started playing Dungeons and Dragons with my friends. I got into reading sci-fi and fantasy, from The Lord of the Rings to the variety of AD&D novels to novelizations of various Doctor Who stories.
While I had been a low-key fan of Star Trek (I didn't view it as favorably as Star Wars at the time), that all changed when Star Trek: The Next Generation graced airwaves. The stories were good (arguably better after the first season), the visual effects were better than anything that was on television at the time, and the characters were interesting. And though at the time it was probably an unpopular opinion, I was a fan of Wesley Crusher. As someone with an active imagination, I saw some of myself in him, and seeing him succeed on-screen gave me hope. While I will always love Star Wars just a bit more, I'm a full-on Trekkie.
All of this to say, don't be afraid to do what you need to do to be comfortable in your skin. You're the only person that you need to impress, no matter what everyone else thinks. Call it a lesson learned.
|Strip 79 - Original lettering|
Starting with this comic, I began lettering with a much thinner pen. While it mostly looked great in the paper, age did not serve it well, and the lettering has become hard to make out, as you can see in the original strip above. And, unfortunately, in some cases it didn't even make it through the paste-up process, so young archivist me tried to rescue the lettering with a ballpoint pen. Spoiler alert: it didn't go well.
So, from this point on, I've made the decision to re-letter each strip using a typeset font. This will both make the text legible, and keep things looking more consistent going forward.
|Strip 79/166 - Totally not a TARDIS!|
Last week, I talked about imitation. This strip, and many going forward, take place in a time machine. Made out of a cardboard box. That is larger on the inside. Yes, this can be attributed to not only Doctor Who, but also Calvin and Hobbes. As I said, if I would have been syndicated, I would have gotten a stern talking to from my editor.
|Strip 80/166 - Poof, there it is!|
I got better at onomatopoeia as the strip went on. I suppose I could have come up with a more complex sound design for the time machine disappearing and reappearing, a la the TARDIS, but *poof* seemed to serve it well.
|Strip 81/166 - Puns, puns, puns, puns...|
I find it interesting that, even though they are in the "frig" (yeah, yeah, I know) ostensibly with the doors closed, the light appears to be on. It's fortunate, but and good to know that the milk will always be able to see where it's going.
|Strip 82/166 - Oh, it's you again|
Furble's nemesis returns once again. Like a bad penny, he seems to show up just when things are going well. Every hero needs a foil, and our admiral first the bill. But, how will he handle things this time around?
Tune in next week and find out.