Too Soon.

A brief message before heading back to bed, in order to continue sweating out my Fluvoxamine and getting through withdrawal. Oh, I mean, "discontinuation syndrome". My apologies.

Anyway. In light of the fact that it was announced that Neal Adams' has passed away today, out of professional respect and whatever basic decency and/or humanity I might possess, I will be postponing the promised posts about his CBLDF cruise science presentation until such a time as it doesn't feel miserable, unnecessary or ghoulish.

I say this as someone who is not really a fan of the man's work, or, of him, personally.  His legacy, impact and influence in the comics and cartooning industry are undeniable and it would be churlish to even attempt to take any of that away from him. If the bulk of his artwork didn't appeal to me, it was not because I thought him untalented. I just happen to greatly prefer his Ben Casey newspaper strip style over his later, famous work, which I know puts me in a severe minority (very possibly a club of one member, even). He is rightly lauded for his actions on behalf of creator's rights and the return of creator's artwork. He had a larger than life personality and knew his full worth.

I say stupid things all the time, despite my attempts at reigning in my lack of mindfulness or tact in given situations. Or a defensiveness that can fool me into believing the person in front of me is against me and taking aim, for no reason other than my own judgmental issues and projection of same. It's why I have ongoing prescriptions, or, at least, one of the many reasons I am in therapy and see a fully-licensed, professional pill pusher. Just last week I lost a patron for calling Dan Didio an idiot on Twitter. I get it, that's the marketplace of ideas, and insults to one's friends. I don't like the guy for multiple reasons, a number of which do not involve my own interactions with him at DC and Mainframe Entertainment. My brain grabbed him for a joke/insult, some folks laughed, some obviously didn't. I pay the price for that kind of thing, sometimes knowingly and willingly. 

Anyway, as far this goes, I'm going with "way too soon" and pulling the soapbox derby brakes.  

Speaking of losing patrons, willingly or unwillingly or crying unto dehydration, if you signed up for this fine, life-affirming service mostly in order to hear me spill about the CBDLF presentation given by Mr. Adams, I apologize. Please feel free to back out now -- while you still can!!! -- before tomorrow, when I believe the service overlords begin charging all backers. I don't know when I'll feel comfortable talking about these things. Deep down, I'm actually not a terrible person. Somewhere in the pancreas, I bet.

I will be posting about the CBLDF trip itself, instead, in more detail than planned, in the coming weeks. I will be adding to the scripts and inked art from World's Funnest, as well as diving into some sketchbook stuff. I am planning a hiatus from Twitter, not because of anything more than I think it will help me focus on work and our lives here. Then I start Ritalin.

I hear birdsong. Do you hear that? Birdsong!

Thank you for being here, thank you for having been here.

More. later. Soon.