No Time Like Scent: My, How The Seeds Find Their Snookums
Here it is, fellow Gluemeaties. Happy birthday to us all. Three years old!
What a year this one has been. It’s probably been the most defining year of the comic to date as far as direction goes, as well as my own personal views as to what Gluemeat.com represents as well. I really like the idea that Gluemeat groups in a few different tangents to the main “Orange vs. Blue” gimmick, like Safetypin (no, he’s not dead), Always Sparkle, and, soon enough, Captain Slick. I’ve always said that I started Gluemeat because it seemed like a fun idea to do, and that I’d keep at it as long as it remained fun to do. In a way, this is my way of keeping it fun by touching on other things.
However, as some of you who have been around Gluemeat for a long time already know, I don’t consider myself to be a cartoonist. I’m well read in the comic style and its mechanics, having been introduced to Scott McCloud’s books and the like, but I just don’t have that extra little something that would make me consider such a visual form of creativity as an artistic outlet. I’m somewhat limited in my illustrative capacities, and that sometimes limits me in the ideas I come up with. Principally, I’m a writer. That’s what I like to do and it’s what I’m good at. I prefer presenting ideas, situations and dialogues to people who have the vision and the talent to make those things come to life, like for what I was commissioned for with Paranoland. Video has always had more appeal to me. I feel I need to experiment more on that level, and what better way to see how it goes by using Gluemeat.com.
It’s no mistake that I’m starting the new year of Gluemeat with No Time Like Scent. Some of you may have already guessed that I’ll be placing a certain emphasis on non-comic content with the appearance of the Media Browser in the new design, and that is kind of the direction I want Gluemeat to take. No, I’m not going to abandon the comic strips, don’t worry. But don’t expect solely two-dimensional presentations from hereon out. I have a head full of ideas which only moving pictures can help bring to life. Hell, who knows, maybe I’ll learn how to do Flash and we’ll all live our wet dream to hear Blue and Orange speak…
As always, thank you all very much for coming over a few times in your busy weeks to take a look at what I have to give. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and enjoyment of the comic with me. No ads and no donation buttons mean this is purely a labour of love which I do simply for the gratification of knowing that I get to share my imagination with others, who hopefully, will enjoy it as much I as do making it. I appreciate and value each email and comment, which serve as food for my massive ego actual payment for maintaining this site.
Here’s to another year!
Hehehehehehe.
I’d love to see Orange’s reaction to these guys.
Um, what show was the robot watching? I couldn’t exactly understand what they said. It sounded like “parmesan.”
According to Paul, the robot is watching “Paula Zahn.”
I told Paul to get that speech impediment checked out, but he’s developed a diva complex.
O_O
It. Er. It’s a sequel. Yes. And a worthy one at that. Erm. Yes. I stand by me description of the first one, only I don’t know which of the two movies it fit best… Might have to get the old one and compare…
words fail. buildings crumble. the great thing about it is is that the basement quality video is one of the things that makes NTLS work so well. this was actual size.
About the bundoon: every year at my mother’s we have a really big turkey dinner and everyone comes. And, every year, one of my aunts gets to eat the bundoon. It used to be my grandfather who had that auspicious honour, but she inherited the right to the bundoon with his passing (no, I’m not kidding).
Specifically, as Leotard explains it, the bundoon is the muscle part which holds the turkey’s tailfeathers. Thus, it’s right over the bird’s ass. Despite that, the bundoon, in my family, is seen as a treat, kind of like the neck.
I was always pretty certain that the term “bundoon” wasn’t the exact word for that specific body part of the bird, but it always sounded funny to me.
And yeah, that’s the exact, true picture of a cooked bundoon.
My dad always had and has bundoon dibs in our house.
He can have it. Yech.
Heh. My mother always calls what you call “bundoon” - “The Pope’s Nose”.
Nobody really wants to eat “the pope’s nose”.
The cat can have the pope’s nose.
paranoland was better