Rapid Transit? All aboard!

Out with the soft, in with the firm. 

So happy to have a bunch of new firm pencil tips. Why can’t I buy these? I would. 

So my eyes and brain hurt. Tell me why I do this, again?


The other cartoons I put up at LondOntLife were done quickly and briskly on my iPad2 air. The Peanuts parody was another beast all together and took a good day of daylight, and few insomniacal arousals. Part of the problem was figuring out how to do things for the first time, and connect the workflows. 

Deciding to dress Snoopy as The Vision, and a twitter reference to ‘watering it down’ snapped everything into place. Character references were searched on the desktop, because I needed the extra screen space to display them while I redrew the character on the iPad. (Paper by 53) 

There are no suitable download-able page templates I could find. Maybe I didn’t look hard enough, or dig deep enough, but I needed to get drawing. Swiped a pic of a peanuts strip and copied the layout when I realized Concepts could draw cartoon panels and specific paper sizes. So for the first time, I settled into the regular shape tools and figured out the tricks to assigning line thickness. Aligning things is tricky as moving the things by mm’s requires relatively clumsy finger adjustments. 

Back to Procreate, where I could import the png panels art and place the sketches. Once again, setting a fixed paper size was useful. The layers were useful. I shared out of Paper to open those images in Procreate, but the process of bringing half a dozen sketches in one at a time, and placing them one at a time with the import icons and menus in Procreate was tedious. I had never used Procreate as an inking kind of place, so finding the suitable tool was new to me also. That took some time. However manipulating and the layout of the images was quite easy. Procreate however doesn’t do lettering. And my hand lettering is miserable. I tried.

I wanted flat 4-colour style colouring for the cartoon. The fill tool in sketches was perfect. It provided tones for every colour, and filling with fingers left loose sloppy corners and overlaps that simulated a casual registration problem on a big press that was just too fussy to fix. Found and downloaded a Schulz lettering font. Shared it to the iPad. Sketches on the iPad does letters, but doesn’t read the font. Unless I’m missing something, but I wasn’t into searching for how to do it. Sketches on the desktop does not. 

Okay, so I decide to open Affinity Design for the first time :-) knowing that the cartoon panels I previously did I did in Illustrator did lettering just fine. And that was just one panel with limited dialog.  But here again I was doing something somewhat complicated for the first time in an app I wasn’t deeply familiar with. But I banged away. Lettering and balloons done.

Somehow somewhere along the way, I saved or posted low resolution copies of the image. So I went back into Affinity and made certain I was getting something suitable. Don’t know exactly what I did, whether it was in Affinity, or Photos app, once again, back on the iPad, or the WordPress app, but got better resolution image back up on the LondontLife blog.

Then last night, Twitter decided I wasn’t a nefarious Russia hacker trying to spam everyone and released the @Londontlife Twitter. So finally, all is good.

Tomasso working on his iPad considers what to do with his WordPress blog.

We’re just a village.

People were outraged by a recent pronouncement that London was a village. It hurts because it’s true.I have always said London is a city that just can’t grow up. And that has a lot of subtle meanings.

Face it. London is a village. It’s really a whole bunch of villages trying to be a city. It’s a city first cut in thirds by two rail lines which force development along an east west axis when it wants to grow north and south to resorts and beaches, sprawling, venerating the historical car.

So you have historical communities along that central axis. Blackfriars west of the river downtown, Central london downtown, Lilly’s corners EOA London East, then east London along Dundas. South, then, SOHO, Old South, Wortley Village, and more, then North, Old North, University area, on and on and on. We call these neighbourhoods now. But they are villages connected by a series of roads, sharing a small town ideology refusing to see they are a city.

A city asks, a creative city asks, a world class city asks it’s artists, it’s creative’s, it’s skilled designers and planners for a creative world class solution to a problem and immediately throws a tantrum because creative forward looking solutions, gasp, cost money. So now we have a level crossing solution we should have had decades ago but wouldn’t build because it costs money. We demand the LTC do better, but won’t fund them adequately and then berate them for doing so poorly. We demand connection to the far flung villages but won’t build that solution because it costs money and screech because buses occupy road space.

We really need to grow up.

Watching the world burn

Large hot orange cat with demented yellow eyes toys with the world
An insane animal is in charge of the world

Hey, Lorne Avenue, read this!

photo of June 25  2016  article
Where is Underwater Wonders?

Here’s the link to the online text:

http://www.lfpress.com/2016/06/24/my-london-hey-lorne-avenue-school-read-this

London’s vision prescription eyeglasses

dark glasses with rearview mirror
Only look to where you can see

Both Federal and Provincial governments are encouraging transit systems to move to electrical Light Rail Rapid Transit systems, as opposed to motor driven buses. They are providing grants of large amounts of money. Arguments in favour of Light Rail are rational, thorough, economical and farsighted. London city council voted to support only a locally, minuscule-y (and municipally) funded solution of a Bus Rapid Transit system, of more expensive, more diesel buses.

Pre-Order ‘Hey Wendy Watch This!’

You might not believe that these stories are true but they are!

Life was full of remarkable adventure as Deb grew up East of Adelaide from 1955 to 1974. The book covers neighbourhood and school-time stories from EOA, Lorne Avenue School and Beck Collegiate. There are humourous stories and some not so humourous. My sister’s book recounts her adventures in the back streets, back alleys, back yards, sewers and rooftops,  and back parking lots where we grew up. Everything is true. I was there. And she dredged up memories I had forgotten.

 

 

Excerpt From: Debra Rogers. “Hey Wendy Watch This!.” iBooks.

IMG_6264“When I was tucked in each night, I could see directly into the living room, squarely viewing a much larger than me, black, wooden dresser which stood with its back pressed firmly against the opposite wall. It was a tall dresser with large bottom drawers leading up to two smaller drawers at the top. Each night I lay in bed, perfectly still and glared at the dresser before I fell asleep. Each night the dresser would glare right back at me and miraculously come alive as it lunged towards me. The top of it tipped from side to side, left, right, left, right, lean, lean, closer, closer, waddle, waddle, until its wheelie tipped toes stood itself squarely and boldly in the bedroom doorway blocking my escape. It leaned its head forward and directly over my head with the handles of the top two drawers glowing like Martian eyeballs inches from my face! At this point, each night, I would scream for mom with a petrified voice, “Mom, the dresser is getting me!” Mom would brush me off by yelling from the living room, “Oh Debbie it is not, go to sleep!”

Pre-order price is $10.00, plus GST (5%) and $3.00 shipping at heyrogers.net

A shaggy black dog


This is our childhood dog. His name was Scotty. Who knows why. He makes a number of appearances in my sister’s little commemorative memoir and biographical book about her life and childhood adventures in our neighbourhood East of Adelaide in London Ontario. Book and ebooks to come soon. There will be a post about it here when officially released, for sure, because it fits the theme of cartoon life. I drew a number of illustrations for the book.

With the close of TingFest, I’ll have to unstick those blog posts also, so they move along downstream. 

And honestly, I wonder again about how much I’ll continue to share here at WordPress. I have about 600 followers, and perhaps a half dozen hits a day. Not shabby. I have fewer followers on Tumblr and more response. I tried a special separate Tumblr to share only my pictures from. And my G+ personal profile is at about 500. Things got far too complicated with two Tumblrs, two Twitters, two Facebooks, G+ profile, collections and another Samupress page, not to mention pushing things from the stores to blogs to Wanelo and such. Medium is great for focused writing, of which I do very little, but do enjoy reading. Ello seems now like a very focused image sharing space.

 Incredibly, the G+ collection I set up to share artwork posts to has 10,000 followers with no work on my part, except to post images there. In some ways it seems like the way to go, to simplify the sharing streams. 

And so I periodically reassess this site. It was perfect years ago when the regular weekly editorial cartoon was posted. And having a lazy holiday Monday to sit around and just think about things comes along, well that’s a bit dangerous too. 

Four colour panel discussion at Tingfest

My stolen bike #ldnont

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This is my freshly stolen bike. Some one for whom I have no polite words walked into my garage, removed the obviously unsanitary water bottle and took my bike. Why would anyone want to steal their grandfather’s bike is beyond me.

Bronze and black Trek 300 hybrid mountain street bike. New tires. New chain. New helmet. New seat. GoPro camera case and mounting bracket on the headset stem. Kryptonite lock on bike upright bar. Water bottle bracket. Large black canvas panniers with various gear: lamps, bungees, cable lock. Stolen new white helmet with lamp on back.

Stolen May 16th, 2016, sometime after 3 pm, and before 7 pm when we noticed it was gone. Likely about 4 pm by some covetous youth violating property and personal boundary rights after school. If you see anyone with a brand new sweet ride today, punch them in the throat for me.

Yes, Old South, London Ontario. I know it’s useless to share this all over the world, but the picture might help. Be aware. If you aren’t paranoid enough already, if you hear any anomolous noises around your house, check them out right away.

I have no idea why I have to type this twice. WordPress get your act in gear. I’m using the app, I pressed publish and update a number of times and no post .

Update: May 18 2016

Last Trek brand bike sold at Two Wheels was in 2004. This was on sale then and this, the last of the ones they had. The frame itself is therefore 12 years old. They have no records that far back for serial numbers. Checked our own receipts box from 2004 2005 and no paper.

The helmet is in the garage. Visually lost in the clutter and upset, it was carefully placed.

So the personal items were left behind. The helmet upside down on the pile, the water bottle placed upright on the garage floor. Am I guessing right handed? The helmet was hanging off the left handlebar. It was removed and placed over the bike onto a pile slightly behind the seat, so someone turned right to place it there. The water bottle is placed near the opposite wall, accessing the bike from the left side, likely removed by bending over the bike, lifting it out of the cage and placing it then on the floor, over the bike and onto the opposite side of the bike onto the floor, else it would have been in the way when exiting the garage. You need to be taller to do this.

So someone who didn’t need a helmet, 18 or over. Someone who was concerned the personal items were unsanitary or identifiable, someone being careful to not make any noise. Someone who has done this before. Not an impulsive theft, but yes, opportunistic. Maybe targeted.

There was a lot of upgraded gear and equipment, some new, a month or a week old.

Update: May 20 2016

Oh yeah. Police called yesterday morning before 9. Fast talker. Loud. Basically an advice and followup call. There’s little to nothing they can do without a serial number. I fully expected that, not a problem. And even as its a ‘high end’ bike, distinctive, it’s likely parts now, or in Hamilton. Even if I see it on the street though, make a note, take a photo, document and call, or confront all are options.

Shaving time

I probably would have stayed with the same brand. But it’s too difficult to match things up. I have two big brand name handles bought in the last year, because I previously bought blade cartridges that didn’t fit the previous handle I was using. Can’t find that handle.

Whenever my daughter comes home from college, useful things seem to disappear and strange cosmetics are left behind in trade. This time the strange cosmetic left behind was a facial scrub made from grape seeds. An abrasive to scrape off the skin, presumably leaving one more beautiful. This is why we shave, No?

So after buying cartridges from the big brand name company, to bring them home and find they don’t fit the brand handles, I bought a third handle for the cartridges for that second company, to replace the old handle I can’t find anymore.

So big brand name company manufactures various different, at least two that I now know of, connector systems for cartridges to handles. The cartridges I have don’t fit the handles, the handles I have don’t fit the cartridges. So I could buy a new handle from the big brand company to fit the second blade cartridges from the big brand name company. But.

My electric razor needs a new screen. I can’t find anything but a third party replacement screen and cutters for an outrageous price, almost enough to buy a new electric razor.

I need a new electric razor. Merlot facial scrub isn’t going to do the job, so I am going to buy a new electric razor. In the meantime I will browse lightly for companion handles, and companion blades for the small collection of odds and ends that will eventually get used.

But anyway, if women need an abrasive facial scrub, couldn’t they just make out with a guy who hasn’t shaved for a day? Probably would be less expensive for everybody.

At my exhibition

Sitting at a table is boring. But watching people look at artwork isn’t really. Just loafing.

Images from TingFest opening night

Images from Tingfest