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I'm almost done with the typesetting for the new TPB, except for figuring out what to do with that one frikkin' issue I accidentally drew at the wrong (too-short) page dimensions ... the infamous issue #6. Just to make the mess even messier, I originally "fixed" it in the minicomic by adding a series of page decorations at the bottom of each page, but the result (too-short page + decoration) is too tall to fit the style of my TPB pages. So I either have to come up with new page decorations, redraw/refit the art at the correct dimensions (which would be hard; instead of being modular, that ill-conceived issue has a lot of artsy pages with complicated layouts), or just ignore the fact that it doesn't quite match the other pages.
I'm tired. We climbed the hill across the valley today. We didn't make it all the way to the top; it was 80+ degrees and we didn't bring water, so we turned back due to a combination of heat and bugs. The mosquitoes were AWFUL. We weren't expecting them to be too bad, since it's a bright sunny day and we were going to be hiking on a dry hillside rather than in a swamp, so we doped ourselves up lightly with repellent and wore T-shirts, and didn't bring the bug dope with us. Egad. It started off bad and just got worse and worse as we picked up an ever-larger cloud, until we were inhaling bugs and spending all our time swatting and swiping bugs off our arms and any other exposed skin. Poor Orion's upper arms are now a patchwork quilt of bugbites. For some reason, I don't react to mosquito venom like he does; the allergic reaction that causes the itchy mosquito-bite reaction doesn't affect me much unless the bug stays on me long enough to fill itself up. So I have a couple of bites and that's it. But they were certainly annoying enough at the time. Even the dogs were being driven crazy; they were rolling on the ground and scraping their heads and muzzles along the forest floor, trying to wipe away the bugs.
We didn't find any old cabins and gold rush junk, like on the corresponding hill on our side of the highway, but we crossed a number of old ditches and what I guess was a roadbed or two, now completely overgrown. And we found a squirrel condominium...
( Here there be pictures )
I'm tired. We climbed the hill across the valley today. We didn't make it all the way to the top; it was 80+ degrees and we didn't bring water, so we turned back due to a combination of heat and bugs. The mosquitoes were AWFUL. We weren't expecting them to be too bad, since it's a bright sunny day and we were going to be hiking on a dry hillside rather than in a swamp, so we doped ourselves up lightly with repellent and wore T-shirts, and didn't bring the bug dope with us. Egad. It started off bad and just got worse and worse as we picked up an ever-larger cloud, until we were inhaling bugs and spending all our time swatting and swiping bugs off our arms and any other exposed skin. Poor Orion's upper arms are now a patchwork quilt of bugbites. For some reason, I don't react to mosquito venom like he does; the allergic reaction that causes the itchy mosquito-bite reaction doesn't affect me much unless the bug stays on me long enough to fill itself up. So I have a couple of bites and that's it. But they were certainly annoying enough at the time. Even the dogs were being driven crazy; they were rolling on the ground and scraping their heads and muzzles along the forest floor, trying to wipe away the bugs.
We didn't find any old cabins and gold rush junk, like on the corresponding hill on our side of the highway, but we crossed a number of old ditches and what I guess was a roadbed or two, now completely overgrown. And we found a squirrel condominium...
( Here there be pictures )