halloween picture update:
so... at the very last minute and with a little candy convincing from his cousins he agreed to wear the shark suit. i was so proud of him because really the thing scared the kid to death. giant sacrifice made for this family's candy stash. thanks my boy. thanks. (can you hear the crinkle of my snickers wrapper?)
next year... something with smaller and less frightening teeth.
***
i love this holiday. the obvious change in the season. the crisp air. the color orange. blackbirds. the smell of burning jack-o-lanterns. caramel apples. pillowcases full of candy. mittens. i loved coming home from school on halloween with plans for the evenings adventures. trick-or-treats with my dad and the little girlies. dressed as a homemade clown for the third time.
***
lucas is terrified of his costume. and i can hardly wait to zip him up in it. is that cruel?! he says, "mama. you da wear da sharkeee suiteee." so i'll put it on my head and wander around the house for a minute. maybe even cook lunch in it. still. he'll have none of it.
last year him and the presley-pretzel-peanut were just little ones. their dada's bundled up to take the babes and their last minute costumes out on the town. they even kept ringing doorbells after lucas and presley were fast asleep in their strollers. i remember being snuggled upstairs all by myself and loving the moment of a break. they came home with cold noses and rosy cheeks. we put on their jammies and they kicked their baby feets around in the mound of candy while the dada's picked out their favorites. the snickers. the twizzlers. the milky ways.
has it really been a full year since we packed up our new family and trekked to utah? a full circle year? no wonder we miss presley so much this week.
***
happy halloween! i can't wait to read tomorrows blogs and my email inbox to see what you and all the kidlets turn into tonight. i hope your evening is ghoulish and scary and that your buckets are filled with snickers and twizzlers and milky ways.
love, lin
He-Man y los Maestros del Universo.
Los Masters fueron los muñecos de mi infancia, los tenia todos hasta que mis padres los tiraron todos a la basura el segundo año que repetí.
La Ultima Atrocidad del Doctor Frankenstein
Si, en realidad ese es el conde Dracula, pero después aparece el Dr. F. que es el protagonista de la historia...
Es uno de los muchos guiones que pensé para realizar una historieta, este obviamente refleja mi amor por el genero de terror.Quizas algun dia sume la disciplina que hace falta para dibujarlo todo.
Serían 32-40 paginas aproximadamente.
Es uno de los muchos guiones que pensé para realizar una historieta, este obviamente refleja mi amor por el genero de terror.Quizas algun dia sume la disciplina que hace falta para dibujarlo todo.
Serían 32-40 paginas aproximadamente.
"sell all of your burdens. keep all of your prayers" -katie herzig
resolutions on my fridge:
one full hour of pure lucas attention:
happy autumn. i wish for each of you - one full hour of "you" attention. what will you do with it?
love, lin
**in honor of resolution number four, it's time for comment treats my friends. leave me a comment on this post and i'll get you a little-lindsay-creation sent to your mailbox**
one full hour of pure lucas attention:
happy autumn. i wish for each of you - one full hour of "you" attention. what will you do with it?
love, lin
**in honor of resolution number four, it's time for comment treats my friends. leave me a comment on this post and i'll get you a little-lindsay-creation sent to your mailbox**
El Guante De Hierro
En el 1995/96 los muchachos del Cazador sacaron una revista de comics varios llamada Cazador Comix y como eran mis amigos me puse bien pesado para que publicaran también cosas mías.
Tenía ganas de hacer una parodia de un superheroe y boceté un personaje musculoso con capa. Dije, esto viene muy bien pero le falta algo gracioso en la cabeza y le dibujé un guante de lavar los platos calzado a modo de capucha.
Lo primero que me vino a la cabeza fue Guante de Hierro y así lo bautice.
Después de semejante esfuerzo creativo dibujé un rápido storyboard copiando cuadros del Capitán America de Jack Kirby y diseños de Alex Toth para Space Ghost.
De Space Ghost copié también todas las frases pomposas de la historieta.
A la mezcla de robos de estos dos pilares de la historia del comic y el dibujo animado le agregué un "guión" con un chiste fácil, et voilá le historietet!
Y ustedes que pensaban que era difícil!
Ahí tienen los dibujos que copié del Rey Kirby.
Y bueno, dicen que admitir los errores es el primer paso hacia el perdon...
Gracias a El Magnifico por solucionarme el problema de publicar varias imagenes ampliables en el mismo post.
Tenía ganas de hacer una parodia de un superheroe y boceté un personaje musculoso con capa. Dije, esto viene muy bien pero le falta algo gracioso en la cabeza y le dibujé un guante de lavar los platos calzado a modo de capucha.
Lo primero que me vino a la cabeza fue Guante de Hierro y así lo bautice.
Después de semejante esfuerzo creativo dibujé un rápido storyboard copiando cuadros del Capitán America de Jack Kirby y diseños de Alex Toth para Space Ghost.
De Space Ghost copié también todas las frases pomposas de la historieta.
A la mezcla de robos de estos dos pilares de la historia del comic y el dibujo animado le agregué un "guión" con un chiste fácil, et voilá le historietet!
Y ustedes que pensaban que era difícil!
Ahí tienen los dibujos que copié del Rey Kirby.
Y bueno, dicen que admitir los errores es el primer paso hacia el perdon...
Gracias a El Magnifico por solucionarme el problema de publicar varias imagenes ampliables en el mismo post.
"everybody needs somebody to hold them down...when your feet are leaving the ground" -patrick watson
it has been a jumbled few days of crazy early mornings and i've been a busy lady... but it's been great. and happy. and all is well. thanks for your sweet comments, my bloggy friends. for the sweet treats in the mail. for just plain old thinking of me. i wish i could collect you all up into one place and share a real chat and a real smile or two. i feel so blessed to have this connection to you all. through miles and miles. through a gazillion computer wires. you are here... and i am thankful.
lucas and i have a new relationship now that he's no longer my little nursling. toughest few days of this very "attached parenting" life of mine. far more emotional than i had ever imagined. i found so many neat blogs and articles about gentle weaning and i feel so thankful that i was able to nurse luc for so long. i've tucked that special "minute" of his boy life away some place safe... to pull out when i need it. i think we've figured eachother out... again. i've re-taught myself how to soothe his worries/owies. how to put him down for bed. how to be his mama with-out the secret weapon. and he still loves and needs me! who would have thought?! he cuddles more, talks more, sleeps more. awh. all is well.
goodnight loves, lin
lucas and i have a new relationship now that he's no longer my little nursling. toughest few days of this very "attached parenting" life of mine. far more emotional than i had ever imagined. i found so many neat blogs and articles about gentle weaning and i feel so thankful that i was able to nurse luc for so long. i've tucked that special "minute" of his boy life away some place safe... to pull out when i need it. i think we've figured eachother out... again. i've re-taught myself how to soothe his worries/owies. how to put him down for bed. how to be his mama with-out the secret weapon. and he still loves and needs me! who would have thought?! he cuddles more, talks more, sleeps more. awh. all is well.
goodnight loves, lin
El Justiciero en Ropa Interior
Cada superheroe tiene una lógica para su uniforme.
Batman cree que su disfraz de hombre murciélago aterra a los criminales.Con eso combate el crimen, con el miedo.
El Capitán América supone que su uniforme, con los vivos colores de la bandera de los Estados Unidos nos genera valor y esperanza.
El arma del Justiciero en Ropa Interior, en cambio, es la umillación.
A primera vista parecería que la de el mismo, pero su teoría, en verdad, es que ningún criminal tendria la cara de volver a sus fechorias después de haber sido derrotado por un hombre en calzoncillos y calcetines.
Que el hampa ande en puntas de pies entonces, porque hay un nuevo paladin del bien en las calles, y en calcetines nunca lo oirán venir!
Los Paladines del Bien
Lo que me atrae de los comics de superheroes es que tratan, por lo general, de un sujeto que como consecuencia de situaciones fantásticas recibe super poderes y lo que parece ser la reacción lógica de tal evento es ponerse un colorido uniforme y usar esos dones para el bien.
En esta pagina de un comic mio incompleto e inédito hasta hoy, El Guante de Hierro es víctima de un arma secreta del villano conocido solo como Doctor Infierno.
El arma en cuestión es el Rayo irresponsabilizante.
Con un solo disparo del aparato cualquier superheroe pierde la característica que lo define osea el sentido heroico que lo hace ocuparse por los demás mas que por si mismo.
Aconsejado por Ana, la secretaria de los Paladines, El Guante se dirigía al centro para unirse a sus compañeros, pero en el camino decide parar un segundo al bar de Joe, a tomar una cerveza y relajarse un poco.
El superheroe sale a ponerle el pecho a las adversidades ajenas vistiendo un disfraz risible sin preocuparse por el que dirán y esto en mi libro es digno de admiración.
Akim en el Infierno
En el 2003 aprox, un dibujante amigo mio dijo con el emprendimiento que lo caracteriza "Hagamos historietas para adultos que yo sé de un par de editoriales que compran ese tipo de material".
Yo hice algunas páginas de un guión que se llama Akim en el Infierno, una mezcla entre el amor hacia la serie y muñecos de He-Man y la película Hércules en el centro de la tierra del maestro del cine de aventura y terror italiano Mario Bava, todo esto mas sexo.
Yo hice algunas páginas de un guión que se llama Akim en el Infierno, una mezcla entre el amor hacia la serie y muñecos de He-Man y la película Hércules en el centro de la tierra del maestro del cine de aventura y terror italiano Mario Bava, todo esto mas sexo.
"gradually, i will get wiser. i will get stronger. i will get older. i will not settle and i will fight back" -rosie thomas
it rained most of the way to washington. wouldn't that just be how it goes for me, though? we'd made it half way when the sky turned completely black. the clouds just about ready to swallow me and lucas, along with our car load of gear, right up. it poured down. each drop hitting my windshield with a thud. i gripped the steering wheel, tense. we trudged on. we reached a stopping point and i phoned in for help.
"is it going to be like this the whole way? we're so close but i don't think i feel safe in this?"
"it should get better. everything i can find says it's clear... clear sunshine straight ahead," she told me.
"ok. i'll just keep going then." i said. definitely a bit uncertain.
i'm not sure if maybe i'd really wanted her to tell me otherwise. that the sky would stay dark. the storm would follow me the entire way there. i should stop. maybe even turn back. a reason to haul my son and i back to a safe place. i'd been crying my eyes out up until the storm started. my momma had packed me up with cookies and a travel cd just as i'd imagined. and the flood gates... yup. they ripped open. a reason to turn around almost sounded good. instead i decided to welcome the rain. knowing that it would soon end... we kept going.
...and just like my awaiting auntie had said, the sky opened up right in front of me.
we're here. safely moved in to our new home. my old friend of a couch. lucas tucked sweetly into our familiar comfy bed. i spend my days cleaning and cooking and chasing boy. trying my best to be a better wife, mother... such a blessing this house and everything else that seems to be falling into place... and then...
"they come upon me all silent and menacing like pinkerton detectives, and they flank me - depression on my left, loneliness on my right. they don't need to show me their badges. i know these guys very well. we've been playing a cat-and-mouse game for years now. though i admit that i am surprised to meet them in the elegant italian garden at dusk. this is no place they belong.
i say to them, "how did you find me here? who told you i had come to rome?"
depression, always the wise guy, says, "what- you're not happy to see us?" ("eat, pray, love" by elizabeth gilbert)
how did they find me here? in this new beautiful fresh start? wouldn't that just be how it goes for me, though? will it be like this for the rest of my life? should i just start expecting them to show up with their ugliness, uninvited...forever? this time they bring along a mix of confusing homesickness, an overwhelming "to do list" and a giant scoop of uncertainty. this time, i've decided to welcome them in. hopefully without a fight they might not stay long. i'd use them to my advantage and tap into the creativity that flows during these moments i spend stuck in this familiar rainstorm. i stayed in my pajamas for a few days. kept my phone calls brief. spent the time in unloading boxes and reading books.
and then gradually... as i keep trudging along... the storm seems to be lifting... my brains are slowing down the craziness and as i sort through my thoughts with honesty, things seem to be getting brighter... "clear sunshine straight ahead."
"is it going to be like this the whole way? we're so close but i don't think i feel safe in this?"
"it should get better. everything i can find says it's clear... clear sunshine straight ahead," she told me.
"ok. i'll just keep going then." i said. definitely a bit uncertain.
i'm not sure if maybe i'd really wanted her to tell me otherwise. that the sky would stay dark. the storm would follow me the entire way there. i should stop. maybe even turn back. a reason to haul my son and i back to a safe place. i'd been crying my eyes out up until the storm started. my momma had packed me up with cookies and a travel cd just as i'd imagined. and the flood gates... yup. they ripped open. a reason to turn around almost sounded good. instead i decided to welcome the rain. knowing that it would soon end... we kept going.
...and just like my awaiting auntie had said, the sky opened up right in front of me.
we're here. safely moved in to our new home. my old friend of a couch. lucas tucked sweetly into our familiar comfy bed. i spend my days cleaning and cooking and chasing boy. trying my best to be a better wife, mother... such a blessing this house and everything else that seems to be falling into place... and then...
"they come upon me all silent and menacing like pinkerton detectives, and they flank me - depression on my left, loneliness on my right. they don't need to show me their badges. i know these guys very well. we've been playing a cat-and-mouse game for years now. though i admit that i am surprised to meet them in the elegant italian garden at dusk. this is no place they belong.
i say to them, "how did you find me here? who told you i had come to rome?"
depression, always the wise guy, says, "what- you're not happy to see us?" ("eat, pray, love" by elizabeth gilbert)
how did they find me here? in this new beautiful fresh start? wouldn't that just be how it goes for me, though? will it be like this for the rest of my life? should i just start expecting them to show up with their ugliness, uninvited...forever? this time they bring along a mix of confusing homesickness, an overwhelming "to do list" and a giant scoop of uncertainty. this time, i've decided to welcome them in. hopefully without a fight they might not stay long. i'd use them to my advantage and tap into the creativity that flows during these moments i spend stuck in this familiar rainstorm. i stayed in my pajamas for a few days. kept my phone calls brief. spent the time in unloading boxes and reading books.
and then gradually... as i keep trudging along... the storm seems to be lifting... my brains are slowing down the craziness and as i sort through my thoughts with honesty, things seem to be getting brighter... "clear sunshine straight ahead."
Hugo Ocrane
"El pobre Hugo Ocrane era un joven estudiante de medicina, apuesto y perdidamente enamorado de Elizabeth Karnstein, su prometida.
Trabajabando como asistente en el laboratorio del prestigioso Dr. Hampton, una noche de otoño, Hugo fue víctima de un ambiguo accidente que lo llevaría a una muerte segura.
El Dr. Hampton considerando la rara ocasión le suministró a Ocrane un suero en el que estaba trabajando, supuesto a curar justamente heridas de gravedad...pero el destino de Ocrane ya estaba sellado y falleció minutos después.
Hampton después del penoso accidente siguió trabajando para lograr su suero curativo, y por las vueltas de la vida terminó casado con la prometida de Ocrane.
Pero cuando el mundo ya se había olvidado de Hugo, este, convertido en un cadáver ambulante como curioso efecto secundario post-mortem del suero, trabajó su camino hacia afuera del cajón y encaró para la mansión del ahora matrimonio Hampton-Karnstein, para discutir con el buen Doctor la noche del "accidente" y en lo posible concretar el matrimonio pendiente con Elizabeth."
Me encantan los cuentos de terror gótico con muchos clichés ambientados en fines del siglo 19.
Hay varias historietas y películas al respecto.
Este es uno de los muchos argumentos anotados en otros tantos cuadernos que tengo guardados en un cajón y que el día que encuentre la disciplina que hace falta, o que algún valiente editor quiera apostar al genero, voy a convertir en una historieta.
El Dr. Hampton considerando la rara ocasión le suministró a Ocrane un suero en el que estaba trabajando, supuesto a curar justamente heridas de gravedad...pero el destino de Ocrane ya estaba sellado y falleció minutos después.
Hampton después del penoso accidente siguió trabajando para lograr su suero curativo, y por las vueltas de la vida terminó casado con la prometida de Ocrane.
Pero cuando el mundo ya se había olvidado de Hugo, este, convertido en un cadáver ambulante como curioso efecto secundario post-mortem del suero, trabajó su camino hacia afuera del cajón y encaró para la mansión del ahora matrimonio Hampton-Karnstein, para discutir con el buen Doctor la noche del "accidente" y en lo posible concretar el matrimonio pendiente con Elizabeth."
Me encantan los cuentos de terror gótico con muchos clichés ambientados en fines del siglo 19.
Hay varias historietas y películas al respecto.
Este es uno de los muchos argumentos anotados en otros tantos cuadernos que tengo guardados en un cajón y que el día que encuentre la disciplina que hace falta, o que algún valiente editor quiera apostar al genero, voy a convertir en una historieta.
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