And the sign said, "Everybody welcome. Come in, kneel down and pray"
But when they passed around the plate at the end of it all,
I didn't have a penny to pay
So I got me a pen and a paper and I made up my own little sign
I said, "Thank you, Lord, for thinkin' 'bout me…
I'm alive and doin' fine!"
I had always liked that story "What happened between issues 20 and 21?" because it was such a strong statement, from the writer, that we readers just need to sit back and enjoy the ride, because stuff was going on behind the scenes ALL THE TIME, not just the time when readers could detect it and be outraged by the jarring shift in the narrative.
So, in homage to that, I wanted to see what they would do with "What happened between issues 299 and 300?"
The answer was going to be fun, regardless, and here was the reply:
Now, you might want to see that in context, because this little interlude reads from bottom to top as the POV changes, and as Cerebus raises his dagger. Click to embiggen.
One wonders if this is canon and would need to be included in the reprints. Hahahaha.
I mentioned a few days ago that I entered the "Beautiful Beijing" photo contest in 2011 and I won one of the 4th prizes (yay).
Now for the 5th anniversary of the contest, they have all the previous top-50 pictures up for a vote. You can make about 30 votes per session on one picture before they stop you… and you can stop by after a few hours and vote some more! WINK! NUDGE!
"Mister and Missus Escher were very proud of their little boy."
Do 28 of these and you have got yourself a hell of a Kickstarter children's book, with built in rewards of prints. Think about teen Gehry, not being able to walk a straight line. Or young Buckminster Fuller, hanging on a climbing frame.
I have to admit it: when it comes to winning stuff, I am basically a first grader. I love to enter and win, no matter what it is. And I pout for about 5 seconds when I lose. A wise, old academic said it was just characteristic of being successful in the professoriate that you needed to have an instinct for the jugular.
I entered the "Beijing as seen through through the eyes of Foreign Friends" photo contest in 2011. Of the ca. 4000 entries, they selected 50 for their award recognition and cash prizes.
I forgot to enter in 2012, but I did enter 10 pictures for the 2013 competition. I just got a note that I hit the top 50 again, and they wanted to confirm the title and get a short description of my picture from me.
I called this "Young Patriot."
The extraneous shadows and that stupid blue bin should really be photoshopped out, but they are keen on not having manipulated images. And I do not like manipulating images, anyhow, so it is what it is.
My description: I have been travelling regularly in Beijing since the year 2000. One of my favorite places to visit is the historic Tiananmen Square. Every time I go there, I am always pleased to see the beautiful scene of families with their children who are also visiting the Square. I have taken many, many photos of the children of Tiananmen Square, who are the future of this city, and this country, in the next Century.
Once I knew I had the last page of the penultimate issue, I figured I needed to get the first page of the last issue. I just HAD to be a good companion… and it would break any possible monopoly on someone ever getting the art from the complete issue of either one (yes, I think that way). A day after they accepted my offer on page 20 of issue 299, I offered to buy the first page of issue 300, sight-unseen. They balked a bit and recommended waiting until the issue came out. The issue came out, I remade the offer, and it was accepted.
On February 4, 2004, the day before my 47th birthday, I was sitting at a Starbucks reading the just-released Cerebus #299 when an email came in from Gerhard with an answer to some art question I had. Talk about synchronicity. I belted back a short email… "leave me alone, I am reading #299 RIGHT NOW."
Ger wrote back: "Hope you did not spill your coffee."
The next date, I gifted myself with an offer to pick up the last page of that issue, where the incredibly aged Cerebus has grabbed his dagger and is about to spring into action. The men in Kitchener accepted the offer.