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Why is busy good?

Being busy isn’t something to be proud of. At some point in the recent past we got brainwashed into thinking that being constantly busy and having no time to stop and think was admirable. That’s utter bullshit.

Passed down by people paying for labor, the idea lets you give up vacations and downtime happily – it means you’re a good person. Work so hard you never have time for anything but work. And see how awesome you are?

This spills into everything else, too. Look around. How many of you are just constantly busy? Even if you aren’t getting anything done or actually doing anything you are somehow always busy. That’s because of two things:

A) Busy is supposed = good, so even when you don’t have much to do you want to seem busy, even just to yourself, so you inflate what you do have to do. You make yourself a false busy schedule.

B) The less you have to, when this idea is in your head, the busier you feel. Because you don’t inflate the real things to make yourself feel busy – the busier you actually are, the less busy you feel. Silly, but true.

But the root of all of this is still – why do we think it’s good to be busy? I have a lot to do. I am constantly busy. But I don’t enjoy it in that sense. I enjoy the work, the chances and the product I produce but I miss having more time to sit and read, or watch the sky, or just think. I miss it and I try to sneak bits of it in when I can.

I don’t know. I can’t get behind the Busy Culture.

SEO needs to die.

You know what doesn’t work? SEO. It’s bullshit. Flat out. Sorry, guys. But the entire idea that you will sell more/get more customers/readers/etc. by upping your ranking on a damn search engine is broken at the core and meaningless when you look at it.

We can start with the fact that 99% of all SEO is designed to push bullshit sites up the ranks. Now I’ve even recently seen people blaming Google for this. “There are people in the field who misuse it and Google should be stopping them.” Nope. Google’s job isn’t to police your industry. It’s a sign that the industry itself is badly broken.

The problem is in the core concept though.

SEO is a short-cut. Short-cuts don’t work. They might give you a fictional bump, a rise in hits that seems like it helps, a ranking that says “Hey look I show up faster” but it isn’t growing your business, no matter what that business is. If you want to build a successful business it takes work and time and selling something people want more than they want that other thing.

But, you think, how will people find out? Not, I point out, by search engines.

Remember when we used phone books and companies would name themselves AAAmazing Cleaners so they would land at the top of the listing for cleaners? They thought it would help and yet that just isn’t how most people work.

The people who do work that way are one-offs, small time fluff that might end up in business but generally take up your time. They’re people who threw a dart and will waste your time with nonsense more often than not. That is in detriment to your business, not help for it.

Instead people ask friends. They think of places they’ve heard of, through their community. People try to use places with a reputation for doing good work. Those are the places that survive. And they aren’t the ones screaming to find shortcuts to the golden land.

So you build your name in the community. You do good work, you talk to people, engage them and be a part of things. You put in the work. Good writing on a website, clear information, follow-through and great customer service. And yes shady folk will skim content from you and use SEO and end up on top of rankings. Great! Let them get the chaff! Takes it off your hands. You want to spend your time with the people who are serious and will come back and will talk about you and enhance your standing in the world – not the yapping fish that swim away more often than not.

Stop chasing short cuts to success, even when they look like they’re working they will be short term and hopefully any business you want to build should be long term. Put in the work, it’s harder but it pays off over the long term and is the only thing that matters.

I Hate Your Top Ten Lists

The Top Ten Cars, Top Ten Blogging Tips, Top Ten Celebs Who Lick Otters. This is the state of websites these days. This. This reductive, mindless bullshit passing itself off as content is what we’ve come to. People don’t want to read thoughts, opinions or concepts these days.

No, as far as the eye can see, we’re proving that what we seem to want most is a shiny picture, stolen from somewhere, along with maybe 60 words that sum up and say “Remember this thing, here is validation – we remember it too!”

The Top Ten list entry is the laziest thing (next to say, the Top Five) you can write. Need to create a post? Find some theme that you can hang ten tiny lights on and run like the wind, Thumper.

Top Ten lists are the Reality TV of the internet. Each time you hit post on one, you’re basically going “Yes, I do think Jersey Shore is the pinnacle of culture.” You are part of the problem. Yup. You.

And we’ve all done it, sometimes. Sometimes you eat Funyuns. Sometimes you make a Top Ten list. You don’t feel good about it, and you wash your hands afterwards, but it can happen. But when you do it a lot, say more than once every quarter, you have a problem.

Seriously, if you can’t find real content to produce then shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down. Sorry, but if your site has nothing but lazy slideshows and Top Ten lists I will stop going to it, and so will a lot of people.

Dear Cracked – yes you are our collective exception.

But if you aren’t Cracked? Stop. And yes, Buzzfeed, you bottom feeder of finding the cheapest way to monetize other people’s creativity via endless lists and pasting twitter feeds I am looking directly at you.

Create actual content or go home. We have, at our fingertips, the greatest, fastest and most robust form of human creation ever invented. Can’t we, just maybe, use it for something other than cheap page view grabs and lazy fucking Top Ten lists?

Some things are problematic.

Today I am going to let you in on a little secret:

Someone not liking the thing you like, and having valid reasons for their dislike, in no way limits your ability to enjoy that same thing.

Now, this shouldn’t be a secret. This shouldn’t be a surprise, or even something that anyone hasn’t thought of yet. But I look around at Ye Olde Internets and I see a ton of folk who don’t seem to get this yet.

If I see a thing you like – a video game, movie, comic, book, piece of art, whatever it may be – and I do not enjoy it, that’s fine. I may feel it is sexist, racist, ugly, cheap, and far too green. That does not mean that you can not enjoy it, yourself. It just means I have my valid reasons for not liking it.

And asking for more of what I like, because the stuff out there upsets me, doesn’t mean you can’t have what you like, too. It just means that maybe you can’t only have what you like. That there is room for sharing, and that it isn’t a zero sum game.

But come on, people need to stop acting like anyone having a problem with a thing that is liked somehow invalidates the thing in question. That reaction only shows your own shame and humiliation, honestly. See, when you get all het up about someone calling a thing you like sexist, let’s say, and rush to yell at them angrily, it just manages to tell everyone else that you know it is sexist and are ashamed of the fact you enjoy it anyway. So in your shame you lash out at the person who dared make you think about it in uncomfortable ways.

Grow up, you big baby.

Some things are problematic. Liking them can be an act for a grown-up. I love Mickey Spillane novels but they are racist and sexist. Now a lot of that was the product of the time, and all, but it is still there and still an issue. And it’s a shame. But despite those decently-sized failings, I enjoy his prose and his plots. I also understand when others do not, and why. I am fine for liking it, they are fine for not liking it. But at no point does my enjoyment stop theirs or their lack of enjoyment stop mine.

I don’t get why this is so hard. Why people are so defensive about this stuff. Look, that RPG you love has some problems with the fact that every women depicted is in bullshit “fantasy” armor that doesn’t protect anything and just serves to show off her cartoon tits. It might be a great game, but you have to see how that would be off-putting to other people who don’t appreciate that or who, rightly, wish we could depict women on the same footing as men. Asking that images such as that consider changing lessens your enjoyment how exactly?

No, really, exactly how?

Because if your entire enjoyment of a game is based off that cover art – you are reading this on the internet, go find bad porn instead. If you feel they shouldn’t have to change anything at all ever to accommodate any customer besides you we go right back to it being time for you to grow up. The world is about more than just you. And if this change in no way effects the game, only the packaging, what does it hurt?

It hurts your shame at knowing it’s crappy, knowing it should be changed, but wanting it anyway, because you can’t just own that and seek it elsewhere. Instead you have to spray the walls with it, because if it is literally everywhere then it can’t be a problem. If it was a problem then it wouldn’t be everywhere, see?

Chipping away at it means it is a problem and once you let that sunlight in, you can’t get rid of it and you vampire out into flames.

Too bad, so sad.

Just. Grow. Up.

TURN TO PAIGE NEVER (post 2)

Not sure if I’ll keep posting bits of this as I go but … hey enjoy it while you can. Here’s the first part, if you haven’t read it: Turn to Paige Never (post 1) – and now to pick up where that left off:

Michael blinked a few times, trying to wrap his head around any of the things he was seeing or hearing. His brain ticked over and sputtered, failing miserably. Paige Never, for her part, headed across the room at a meaningful stride. She hung the hangers of clothes on the inside door of the bathroom and started to run the shower.

“Wait, what are—” Michael started to ask.

“Hey, I have dibs. This is my place, and really you’ve just got some demon insides on you. I have a few decades of dust and historical debris up my nose. That crap is in my ears. So don’t bitch to me about needing a shower and shave first, mister. You just wait your turn.” With that she closed the door, leaving it only a crack open to allow some steam to escape.

Michael stood, trying to let information settle into his brain and be processed. This kept turning out to be rather far away from his finest moment. Still, as his mother told him once, put your shoulders back and lift your chin and the world will see you as a winner. The rest is asking questions.

Shoulders back, chin up and then Michael realized that he stood alone in the room. Slumping, he asked Paige Never a question. As a response he got a loudly shouted “What?!” He raised his voice and tried again.

“Why do you keep insisting you’ve been sitting here for forty years?” Michael yelled.

“Because I have,” came the reply. Steam hissed and water droned against porcelain. It sounded, Michael thought, rather like the special effect in old Bond movies when a watch laser would cut into a prison. The mental image cut through the fog in his brain and he smiled to himself.

He’d come on a quest he couldn’t explain, not even to himself, and seemingly found what he searched for. Far too easy, Ken would have said. Then again, apparently Ken wasn’t human so what did he know? Michael scratched his side and realized he’d blanked out what Paige shouted.

“Come again?” He yelled.
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TURN TO PAIGE NEVER

(Not sure if this is the start of something new or just a bit of fippery or what, but here it is.)

A gust of wind blew, creeping down the back of Michael’s shirt. He shivered, before glancing at Ken. “I’m just saying we should find her.”

“We should find her,” Ken repeated.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” Michael said. He glanced down at Ken as they walked. Ken’s five foot four frame allowed Michaels comparatively towering six foot one to feel simply gigantic. There were times, when they squabbled, that Michael felt as if he could simply lean over and smush Ken into nothing. If only he knew. But he didn’t. not then at least.

“You want us to go and find some woman that probably doesn’t even exist,” Ken said, his hands clenching and unclenching as he talked. “And your great plan to achieve this is?”

Michael smiled. He turned his head skyward and let the brief stabbing rays of sunlight find his face. “Trust.”

“Trust in what?” Ken asked. The toe of his sneaker caught a small rock which skittered down the pavement and collided with a tiny lizard. The lizard tumbled and fell down a sewer grate. Splashing into the water the tiny green lizard floundered before finding concrete shores to haul its tiny body onto.

“You’ve seen the cards?” Michael asked. He fished a small stack of cards out of his coat pocket. Each one had the same back: matte black with CHOOSE in bold white letters.

“Yeah,” Ken said, “I’ve seen the cards. The cards are what got us here, asshole. Have I seen the cards… what are you, stupid? Or maybe you think I’m stupid? Is that it? You think I’m stupid?” Ken let his anger froth. Just below the surface he wasn’t angry at all. Growing up, however, Ken had decided that showing anger and bluster would make up for his lack of stature. he was wrong, but no one and nothing could convince him of it.

The lizard, now blocks behind Michael and Ken, crawled along a concrete sewer ledge. It dodged a hissing rat, wet with anger, and climbed the wall slowly. Halfway up the lizard hit a spot of mold and slipped. It fell down, back into the water, and was swept away once more.

“I don’t think you’re stupid, but look at this,” Michael said, holding out one of the CHOOSE cards. The back, white with small black lettering read:

Find out which type of artificial sweetener goes with black holes.
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“I’ve seen them,” Ken said, dismissing the card. He pushed Michael’s hand away, not wanting to look, yet again, at the back of the cards. They made, though he couldn’t vocalize the issue, the back of his brain itch. “They don’t make any sense.”
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No more.

You want to see the face of entitlement, privilege and the general lack of empathy we all suspect is far more rampant and insidious than we wish it were? Let me introduce you to Larry’s Comics.

Larry, who runs the twitter account for his comic book store, has in the past been called out for racist bullshit. See, back when the other universe version of Peter Parker was killed, there would be, of course, a new Spider-Man! Miles Morales, a mixed race teen in NY, would pick up the mantle of Spider-Man.

Larry, on twitter, had this to say (and then delete, a day or so later once people started going “you said fucking what?!” – but Bleedingcool had screenshots):


So yeah that shows you where we are with this.

So last night, Christian Beranek (an out and open transgender (MtoF) writer) and Larry got into it quickly:


Since then he has expressed shock that people could be upset since he was “obviously kidding.” I find it telling that he never expressed shock or confusion as if he didn’t know he was being insulting – though some have pointed out it may have been beneficial to make clearer why “sir” was offensive, it isn’t the ponit, the fact that it was is the point). And then this:

You know that current bizarre trend of calling someone intolerant because they called you on your intolerance? Like “If you weren’t such an intolerant jerk you would accept my homophobia!” which misses the entire point? Larry is not only trying that he is tossing in a dose of keyword warping to boot. “Entitled.”

He is shocked at someone else’s supposed entitlement. And, of course, the exchange last night was “light hearted” because Larry doesn’t give a fuck. Mmm-hmmm. And here’s the truth of the matter:

This is someone who, at best, can not see their own privilege and entitlement and flexes them both because it is found to be “fun” and/or “funny.” Why don’t they get the joke – that’s what these folks want to know. It shows a basic level misunderstanding of how the world works.

Where is the fucking joke when people disrespect you, shun you, hate you, and attack you for simply trying to be yourself? How is that funny? How is it acceptable? If you don’t live with that sort of bullshit corrupting your peace of mind every day you can not imagine how evil it truly is.

Imagine, seriously stop and try to imagine, what it is like to know that some people will hate you simply for being yourself. That your friends and family might turn their backs on you – that people have attacked and killed people just for being like you. And that a lot of motherfuckers think it isn’t a problem, but is something to joke and poke at because, hey, they don’t get attacked.

I’ll be honest here – I am the type of person who firmly believes that everything can be funny. It’s a matter of context and respect. Larry shows neither. He also shows he doesn’t understand “no” at all. When a stranger asks you to stop a behavior, and you ignore them, that’s disrespectful.

Now there are certainly times to be disrespectful, but in a discussion online, over a salutation? What was gained by ignoring the wishes, and then going further and mocking it with later tweets keeping it going? What was gained except for Larry to thumb his nose at someone else and disrespect them? That’s not in good fun, that isn’t light hearted, that’s a small child who is let run free and wild and needs a parent to teach them how to behave like an adult.

And you know what – I’m sick of it. I’ve seen Larry online doing this shit before and I’ll say something and get annoyed and then go about my day. I’m lucky that way. But, you know what?

No more.

No more blind eyes. No more ignoring the bigots and racists. I write comics. I am proud to and I love the industry. Some of the single best human beings I know work in comics – from retailing to journalists to writers and editors and artists. And I can’t, we collectively can not, continue to allow people like this to define us and to turn blind eyes toward their behavior.

No more.

Why jump?

This weekend Felix Baumgartner did an amazing thing. More than one, really. He jumped out of a tiny capsule, over 24 miles above the ground, wearing nothing but a pressure suit. He broke the speed of sound on the way down, with nothing but that pressure suit to protect him. He fell for nine minutes, nine whole minutes – which is a damn long time to fall – and then landed on his feet.

And yet I saw people going on: “Why would he do this?” “What’s the point?” “This is stupid/silly.”

Those people make me very sad.

Imagine is the Wright Brothers had decided that flying for a few seconds was silly and useless and what was the point anyway, it was just a few seconds. Pushing humanity to its limits, exploring to the edges of the map, climbing higher and going deeper – this is what makes humanity wonderful! We explore and create and constantly test ourselves. It teaches us endless things about our world and our bodies and spirit.

Without the explorers and risk-takers we would be in the tress still. Actually we would still be in the ocean thinking it wasn’t worth it to bother going any further than we were then.

What will this jump do for us right now – probably nothing more (as if it is minor) than remind us how beautiful and wonderful humanity is. But in the longer term we just don’t know. You couldn’t get to an F-18 Hornet from the Wright Brothers. This data will at the least help with emergency bail-outs on space missions. At the further end who the hell knows.

Science is like that. You don’t just fund the clear path items. If we hadn’t funded, say, quantum research (which at the time was useless stuff that didn’t have real world applications) we wouldn’t have computers the way we do today at all. Microprocessors rely on the information from that early “useless” research.

Stop wondering why people are doing silly, risky things and realize that those are the people working to, in ways we often can’t even imagine yet, push humanity further. Cherish them, because we need them to survive and evolve and become even more than we are today.

We all need to have a little bit more of that in ourselves, I think. A bit more of that willingness to just… jump.

The Prof. Lex Theory

So one time Chris Haley drew a Lex Luthor. And it looked a tiny bit like Professor Xavier to me. And then the entire universe clicked into place for me.

See, at the end of All-Star Superman Lex has given himself powers, Superman’s really, and he has a moment:

Anyway – at the end of the story Superman has gone into the sun and we’re left with this sense that maybe Lex could be a better person now.

Except he’s Lex. Look, no one will believe him and he knows it. But he might, just to see, to experiment and try to expand himself and us, explore outward. And in doing so cross universes. In his new universe Luthor has two things happen:

1) The crossing expands his mind again – he becomes a telepath.
2) The landing cripples him, physically.

But Lex looks around the Earth he has landed on and sees mutants. He sees these people with powers being shut out and not allowed to help and decides that he will learn from Superman, at long last, and truly help. He will gather them under an umbrella of peace, hope, and learning. After all he’s a genius – who better to run a school.

Of course, he’s still Lex underneath it all. So sometimes he can be a dick. Selfish and petty, motivations a bit askew, all those things that his new self, this Professor Xavier, become known for. A great man perhaps, but a bit wonky. He can even seem, at times, evil-feeling. But he tries.

So there you go. Lex Luthor is Prof. X.

Of questions and how to answer them.

The other day, Faith Erin Hicks wrote an interesting screed (read it here) titled “Why I Will Not Draw your Comic For Free.” It had a lot of great points. It also had a bunch of things I take some amount of issue with.

Nick Tapalansky takes issue with some things as well (read that essay here) and writes them up himself.

I find I fall somewhere between the two.

See, Faith Erin Hicks gets pissed because someone pinged her via Tumblr question to ask if she’d draw a comic that he would write. And she kinda… she didn’t lose it, or become hysterical or anything – but she came off, intentional or not, as ruder than I would have expected.

My expectations, mind you, are based solely on her work that I have read – which is 100% unfair of me! But it’s all I have to go on. I do not know her, or presume to know anything about her. Nor, again, do I have a problem with her reaction. It simply hit me oddly. It came off as kinda rude. Just word choice. Tone. Intangibles.

And that’s why a bunch of people had a problem with it, I think. The message is right, the delivery rubbed some people the wrong way. Uhhh, that’s all right, too. But that’s where Nick comes in. Nick took her tone as deeply off, and also just feels the correct response – in his eyes – is far more polite.

Nick sees, and I don’t disagree with him, the request as partly a compliment. This is someone who has their own dream, their creation that matters deeply to them and they are asking someone to go in with it. That is a compliment, isn’t it? And shouldn’t those be taken gently? As a whole – shouldn’t we, as creators, be kind and polite, occasionally to a fault, to the next generation, as we were treated by some as we started to come into the fold? Totally! Being as civil as possible is helpful. It’s treating others how we would want to be treated. It’s also a matter of inspiring and thanking others and paying it forward, to a degree.

Nick’s points are not lost on me, any more than Faith Erin Hicks’ are (I know Nick personally, which is why I call him Nick. Faith Erin Hicks I do not know and am not sure what she would like to be addressed as and so I keep using her full name – sorry if that cadence throws you) and that’s interesting to me. I see and feel both sides. The more I look at both arguments the more I agree with both.

So yes – I get what Faith Erin Hicks means. She is a popular and successful creator. She does this for a living. And it has to be irksome to get those requests (and let’s be fair – via Tumblr? Major WTFNO) all the time – as if your skill is just waiting for some unknown kid to pop up and channel it.

Hell to the naw.

The skill is already being used – doing what she does. And who are you to think you should leverage some of that for yourself? If you’re an established pro that’s different, that’s a collaboration between equals with far less blue sky potential. That’s important because it means there is a much better chance that it will pay off – financially and creatively. And Faith Erin Hicks not only has a right to focus that way she, frankly, has a responsibility too.

Also the more I read her words the more I read them as weary instead of angry. After a while of getting the same question and being as polite as possible – you have to draw a line so that you just – stop – getting – asked. And if that means some people take it as rude then so be it. If that means some people get angry – that’s on them.

So yeah. Be polite as you can manage, and know when to not be. But no matter what – be yourself – create and remember that your creations are, for you, more important that someone else’s. Then remind yourself the flip is true for them and their creation’s and understand where they’re coming from too.

We’re all trying: you help where you can, do what you need to in order to stay sane and keep living.