Farsong Blog-o-Matic

First, in regards to the current status, I'm still looking for a job but I haven't found a job (It's like that Smiths song, except I'm not actually miserable). Additionally, I've been putting together The List. It's the list that anyone who cares remotely about music makes at the end of each year. I'll give you a sneak-peak: there are fewer than ten entries on the List.

I'm also working on another thing, but I don't want to give that story away. Plus, it's not even finished yet. There's only a page drawn, not even inked. I'm fairly certain that I've been influenced by Northworld's tale-telling style, of late. As for the content, it's based in the city of Transit. The city of Transit is on the Pacific Northwestern coast, but farther north than Vancouver (because it actually has snow in the winter-time). As an added bonus, this is the city that VII (Seven of the Metal Arm) wanders and the city that Dylan's university is in. I'm having fun.

The only problem I forsee will be the scanning, as the stuff I'm drawing on is 11"x14" and my scanner bed is 8.5"x12". I would go on to mumble something of how I need a new, better brush-pen, but I don't really like the way the tips work on them and will stick to micron pens for now.


I'm also getting excited about the newest Scott Pilgrim book. I really like Bryan Lee O'Malley's work.

And in that vein, I found a cool article over at Newsarama about how Shoen Battle Manga (Bleach, Naruto, DBZ, etc.) are really quite similar to superhero comics.


And unrelated to the other topics, but never the less, cool, a windpower generator based on the old Narrows bridge ("Galloping Gertie"); harnessing the power of destruction for power to generate electricity (that sentence was amazingly poorly written, before). It's efficient, and really small and cheap. And the video is really cool.
[via Slashdot]

This morning, as I was walking into the UC for a light breakfast, I happened to hear a loud "bratatat!" coming from above. I stood, waiting, as the sound was familiar; I wanted to confirm that the sound was coming from the clock tower. Yes, there it was again: "Bratatatatat!"

There was only one thing that it could have been. I stalked around the clocktower, looking up the centre of the structure, into the mechanics of the clock. I couldn't see him, but he was unmistakably there.

"Bratatatat!"

Yes. There was only one thing that would make that sound: a Flicker — a Woodpecker.

He was up there, shotgunning loudly on the metal clock, calling loud for all to hear.