Yesterday the Dumbing of Age Book 6 Kickstarter launched! So far in one day we’ve funded and hit our first stretch goal of unlocking Leslie and Robin character magnets! (At launch, Jocelyne and Carla magnets were available, and these two new magnets now join them.) And now, looking forward, if we hit $35k, we’ll keep our Saturday and Sunday updates! … because even I keep forgetting that weekend strip updates were a Kickstarter stretch goal several years back that kept on getting renewed. Look, nobody wants to go back to just five days a week, so let’s hope we plow right through that marker.
This week’s Welcome to the Fuck Zone is Billie and Ruth, again, because, like, I guess we all really like those two for some reason. Look, I know just last week I said I was gonna inline the graphic here below the strip more often, but we’re all crowded out with Kickstarter stuff right now so I HAVE MADE MYSELF A LIAR. Good job, me. You jackass. You’ll have to look a few inches over to the left for your preview instead of having it front and center.
The Dumbing of Age Book 6 Kickstarter is live! It’ll run 30 days, from now until the first minute of Wednesday, April 26. You’ve got an opportunity to pledge for just Book 6, Book 6 signed/autographed, a PDF of Book 6, or you can get the book along with some sweet character magnets! At 228 pages, it’s the biggest Dumbing of Age book yet! See Amazi-Girl take down a speeding car! Wheee! See Carla be awesome! Wheeeeee! See Joyce’s dad not be a complete butt! Wheeeeeeee! See Ruth get really depressed! ….Wheeeeeeeeee???
So I occasionally get mail via the feedback form on this blog. And I usually try to reply to it (when I get a reply-able email address and it seems to expect a reply and I have something to say), and I certainly don't publish email without getting permission first ... unless it's like this (i.e. the sender is unidentified and unidentifiable from the content, which is copypasta of someone else's out-of-copyright rant):
Subject: Fear the Lord!!!
From whence come wars and fightings among you? come they not hence, even of your lusts that war in your members? Ye lust, and have not: ye kill, and desire to have, and cannot obtain: ye fight and war, yet ye have not, because ye ask not. Ye ask, and receive not, because ye ask amiss, that ye may consume it upon your lusts. Ye adulterers and adulteresses, know ye not that the friendship of the world is enmity with God? whosoever therefore will be a friend of the world is the enemy of God. Do ye think that the scripture saith in vain, The spirit that dwelleth in us lusteth to envy? But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble.
(James 4:1-6 KJV)
To which the holy spirit[*] led me to reply:
My imaginary friends have more fun than your imaginary friends.
Moral of this story: assuming someone else shares your beliefs—or even understands them well enough to respond to your attempt at evangelism other than with baffled amusement—is a bad idea.
Also: what is it that leads people to believe that an all-powerful omniscient creator, who is presumably responsible for the fine structure constant, neutron stars, and Sacculina carcini, is nevertheless obsessively interested in where and what hairless African plains apes rub their genitalia against?
[*]The memory of last night's very nice single malt whisky
I hate that my kids have a mother with bipolar disorder and I hate that I got diagnosed so late in my life after the mass confusion hell I caused and fuck yeah I'm taking all my meds but guess what it doesn't cure it. I understand so much now, I get the whole Jung/dark side/know yourself stuff but it's a little too late and I wouldn't speak to me either.
Wish I could talk to Carrie Fisher but she's part of the Force now. So today instead of crying for me I'm crying for my best friend and all the tumultuous mess ahead. Why are coffins so expensive when the silver handles are fake silver anyway? Death, like weddings .. are a rort. Waste of money. Easier to be like other cultures and burn our loved ones in a fiery pyre, all majestic-like.
I get through nights that I can't get through. I'm not going anywhere and neither is my gorgeous cookie friend. She's the Felix to my Oscar. Sent her a stupid video text today because I say all the right things to somebody who's going through all the wrong things. Told her I didn't know which one of us holds the Most Fucked Traumatic Shit Family Gold Cup .. it's probably a tie. Which is saying something.
Nevertheless, we all persisted. One day we will all be free. It's Sunday and this binge-watching of Shameless isn't going to watch itself now is it? Some days we're out there conquering the world, some days we sit at home on the couch pretending we're part of the couch because couches don't feel. I'd still prefer to feel than be numb or robotic or asleep like a lot of people. No shade - I'm just woke. I prefer my people woke with a side of fucked and a chaser of custard tart.
Hold on, people who realise you need to hold on. It'll all end eventually, isn't that relieving?
My cookie staunch girl, you been there for me so much these past few years I'm so, so glad I'm here for you now. I'm right here, soon I'll be right there next to you wearing grey hoodies on the couch again. Go to bed your soul is exhausted. You got this, and when you don't ... which you won't .. I got it for you. Watch this shit - you're Yelawolf because obviously I'm Eminem but we both got Proof.
PS LIFE IS SO FUCKING INANE AND CONFUSING AND STUPID.
Everyone is okay now but OMG.
HOWEVER I am actually here to share this vidding zine what lim made, which I was so thrilled to participate in:
I think it is really quite awesome and full of interesting and joyful and fannish thought in the very best way. My own contribution was to rave on about sisabet's vid Bad Romance, which spoiler alert is one of my most favorite vids and if you want to know why GO LOOK AT THE SHINY.