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And yet you ignore the fact that my criticism has nothing to do with political leanings. What exactly do "conservatives" (as if you know every single one of them) see in your comic? If you're going to answer "conservative messages", then it's irrelevant. People were talking about your technical skills.

You must really like taking famous people out of context because when Kriscafalusi said he doesn't draw on-model, he's talking about never having to rely on model sheets, which is something Looney Toons does, even if it means having to draw by memory; even his work has a consistent style.
 
Sitting around transferring your dementia to paper is not a job, there is no demand for it, and anyone who claims to like it is probably trying to troll you.
Also, Iconoclast, you mentioned royalties... on what, for what? I'm just curious here.
Extremely rough estimates?

Let's look at Amazon sales ranks for the books I found:

Postcards Of The Hanging - #13,617,246
Almasheol - #13,179,284
Window (Kindle) - #1,746,318

Just for the comparison, a few other quality publications that might be familiar for the forum regulars:

Maradonia and the Seven Bridges, by Gloria Tesch - #764,222 (Paperback), #384,019 (Kindle)
Keeper Martin's Tale, by Robert Stanek - #2,230,944 (Paperback), #455,542 (Kindle)

Conjugal Felicity did a report on Robert Stanek, which included a reference to some ballpark estimates someone else had done that how well novels sell based on their sales rank. A book with a rank of 1,000,000+ is estimated to have total sales of less than 40 copies. 2,000,000+ means there might be one copy sitting in Amazon warehouse somewhere, in the extremely unlikely (but not impossible!) case someone buys it someday.

The advice people gave to Robert Stanek was something along the lines of "dude, don't give up your day job".

I have no idea what to say about sales ranks that are vastly, vastly below that.

Oh, and in Gloria Tesch article, Encyclopedia Dramatica did a handy comparison of her book with Reinforced Concrete: A Fundamental Approach, by one Edward G Nawy. Current sales rank? #724,226. Reinforced concrete is indeed a very interesting building material.
 
Talking about Iconoclast.

Now seriously, why the frick lolcows come to the forums?
Nothing against them on forums, I'm just curious why they would want to chat with their potential trolls/weens.
 
Decided to go out and buy Window on Kindle.

Woo whee. It was a mercifully short read.

A review, for your pleasure:

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The author of this story, Jonathan M. Sweet (a/k/a The Iconoclast etc.), has showed up in Internet forums a bit and has some *rather unusual opinions and attitudes*. He's also a writer and a comic artist, and apparently has deals with small publishers (as in *very* small publishers, but not quite as small as some I've seen). So while he has indirectly publicised his works by his Internet presence, his stuff is practically somewhat difficult to get hands on. I was delighted when I finally found one of the books available in Kindle. Imagine that! For a less than a euro and a quick download, I would finally enjoy this literary genius---

---and, well, that was quick. It's a novella, actually.

Our hero, a college student, is the only one to actually see mysterious windows that seem to show another dimension or somesuch. On the other side lies another school... and a rainbow-haired girl. So he goes there. True love and narrative conventions and all that. Of course, there is the small hitch that once he goes through the mystery portal he found, he's oversized and invisible. How will he solve that and be united with the girl?

As you can see, the major outline of the story is not very complicated, and it's pretty much what you can figure out from the back cover. There's one pretty big problem with this story: there's literally *nothing else* to this story besides this.

First half of the story is fluff: There's the mystery of the windows, but there's no intriguing speculation on their nature and there's nothing interesting happening in the protagonist's life. The hunt for answers is meek, and even the internal monologue doesn't make much sense. In the second half, things start to happen - but again, there's no answers to be found on why things happen the way they happen, and the protagonist doesn't try to find out. And his actions don't make much sense. Oh no, he's giant-sized and invisible! He can barely fit in the corridor where he appeared! He can't go through doors to outside because someone could go through them or something! Better stay inside and be bored. Because that makes sense.

In one particularly ironic moment, the protagonist muses that if he wrote this as a story, it'd be rejected by publishers for being pointless - and that'd be okay, because real life has no point. Unfortunately, this story falls in magical realism genre and it somehow ends up having *less* points than any imaginable story based on real life would have.

I would have given this some benefit of doubt and rated this two stars, but it's pretty clear that this doesn't quite rate that high. The story is a total letdown even on the merits listed above. I won't even *get* to how the protagonist is pretty obvious and even quite explicit author self-insert (not that there's any harm in self-inserts in theory, but it's quite too obvious Gary Stu), and how the story is full of scatological garbage for the full 2edgy4me experience. No, I'm *fully* confindent this book can be rated at 1 star based on the story structure and the lack of meat.

Recommended for: fans of Stephen King who are wondering what would happen if Stephen King lost 95% of his IQ points.

(Also, not marked for spoilers because the back cover essentially spoils the whole thing *anyway*. It's extremely challenging to review books with so little real substance! Take my word for it, though: there are plot points and surprisingly revolting details that are not referenced to in the review, so if you're willing to risk the Kindle price, you may still be delighted (or not) to find them out!)
 
Talking about Iconoclast.
Now seriously, why the frick lolcows come to the forums?
To get more ideas. I used all my best material here, and the liberal pinheads I usually debate at my fav forum haven't come around lately. I think I was too rough on them. So I looked for a new watering hole.

If... you're dealing with somebody that only behaves like a child, don't you think it would be a better idea to not deal with them in the first place...?
If that were true, I'd never have become a journalist or sold lawnmowers. All my bosses have been childish mental defectives. I just have to learn to either deal with it, or figure out how to crush them. Forums like this sharpen my debating skills because I learn how to dodge every argument and wear down my opponent. I'm dealing with hard-core liberals at my old alma mater-- people I can't afford to lose with, people who are gunning for me, people who sincerely want to keep me down. They control resources I need, and I have to come up with a plan to take them. They've sacrificed strength for grace, and I think that's the key to defeating them.

What exactly do "conservatives"...see in your comic?
Someone saying what they've always dreamed of saying but were always afraid to... the same thing my fans did back in my journalism days. They loved me, they lavished me with gifts every time I put out a new column. But my old bosses couldn't have that. A conservative, playing in their sandbox? Getting all the attention? Nuh nuh nuh, we is not can has that. They came up with lame excuses to not run my cartoons, like telling me pencil lead won't show up on a scanner (which it will; I've scanned it thousands of times) excuses. Eventually they ran out of excuses and, cowards that they were, had to trump up a plagiarism charge to get rid of me.

People were talking about your technical skills.
No, they aren't. They're yammering on with laundry lists of complaints about the colors being too bright, or they don't like the position of the speech bubbles, or they can't follow the plot (maybe that says something more about their ability to think being defective than any weakness on my part). I never had any formal training. I taught myself to draw largely from memory and what I saw on TV, like Kricfalusi. I don't use model sheets, either, The minimalist "stick figure" characters are a stylistic choice because, y'know, they're just funny. And don't blame me for that grotesque pink and green color scheme, that is what the real mall food court looked like in my day.

No wonder your girl left, she didn't want to languish in the 70's... Also a dude in college hitting on a junior in high school?
She phoned me. Hey, I don't make the rules. That is how The System works. My girlfriend left me not because I was out-of-date, when I told her about a deep personal loss. Of course, once again, no one says one bad word against the girl--oh, no, she's not a heartless little whore, why, she's a feminist icon. Calling up random men to spank off is embracing her sexuality, and running out on men is empowering. The System strikes again.

You know why I didn't know about that remake? No one saw it. It was crap. Dudley Moore was far funnier and more talented that some reality show d-bag could ever hope to be.
 
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No, they aren't. They're yammering on with laundry lists of complaints about the colors being too bright, or they don't like the position of the speech bubbles,
Those are points about your technical skills.

or they can't follow the plot (maybe that says something more about their ability to think being defective than any weakness on my part).
Funny thing is, I had a webcomic too, and when I asked opinions from some people, one of the negative responses was that they thought it was at times a bit confusing. Yes, perhaps my script could have used a bit more work, it was my first time writing a comic and obviously it could have gone a lot better. Perhaps not all of the brilliant ideas I had in the backstory managed to get through to the page. Perhaps people wouldn't be able to figure out those things from the context.

And you know what? While thinking about that, I came to the conclusion that that kind of failure is always the artist's fault. It's the artist's duty to obsess over making the intended message comprehensible to the intended audience. That ability to communicate is what separates true artists who have a worthwhile message from pretentious hacks with nothing to say.
 
Forums like this sharpen my debating skills because I learn how to dodge every argument and wear down my opponent. I'm dealing with hard-core liberals at my old alma mater-- people I can't afford to lose with, people who are gunning for me, people who sincerely want to keep me down. They control resources I need, and I have to come up with a plan to take them. They've sacrificed strength for grace, and I think that's the key to defeating them.
All you are doing is trying to convince yourself that the reasons presented for changing and getting help are illegitimate. That's you putting yourself in a hugbox. You are using the forum members as your proxy.

All the better to demonize them so that you can add them to your list of enemies that are keeping you down, dismissing their observations as people "out to get you." You blame all your problems on anyone, your brother, your boss and girlfriend from 15 years ago, Barack Obama, "The System," digital television transmission, your comics' critics...but conspicuously missing from that list is you.

The people at your old alma matter, that girlfriend, your editor...they've graduated and moved on. Even much of the administration has probably left. There's no plan to "take them." If there was, you would have figured one out by now. It's over. And has been for a long, long time. Just like Christian Chandler was never going to get let back into the Game PLace, it just ain't gonna happen.

If you refuse to take that first step of taking some personal responsibility for yourself, of accepting that you need help, serious professional help, you'll be having this same conversation in 10 years with a new group of people who haven't gotten tired of your cognitive distortions yet. Except instead of closing in on being a 40-something complaining about how digital TV ruined your life, you'll be closing in being a 50-something complaining about how digital TV ruined your life, and still collecting cans on the roadside.
 
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I could never be a liberal. I don't have the necessary defects in the wiring of my brain that allows me to thoroughly and unnquestioningly comprehend their tangled stupidity of rules, rules, rules. It's worth it to note that that site also lists Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, and Ann Coulter. The same people tried to accuse Rush of being a closet homosexual because of his comments on SCOTUS and DOMA, as I recall, so that should tell you something. :roll:

Ew. Don't call me darling, ever.
If you insist, sweetie. :P :biggrin:
And way to miss the point of what I said.
No, I get it. I went to college to learn, too. I mean, we pay fifty grand a year or so to prepare for the real world, right? But I came out more confused than went in because what I learned about relationships was so alien that when I talk about it people think I was educated in a bordello. And I thought I was working at a school paper to learn to write, not be browbeaten and kicked out over one small mistake. If that's how the real world works, I don't want it.

Window wasn't supposed to be anything really deep. It was based on a dream I had, and it played just as it written, like a silly romantic comedy. The concept of a man enamored with a teenage girl with rainbow hair intrigued me. Possibly it was subconsciously inspired by the old Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego? TV show.
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Why Brendan Fraser was the star escapes me.

If you didn't like it, fine, but, I think the Stephen King crack was very uncalled for. :'(
 
Iconoolast, I've just caught up on this thread and I know this is likely to fall on deaf ears but I feel like I should say something.

It's really, REALLY, apparent that you're laboring under some powerful and rather paranoid delusions that are essentially preventing you from thinking and perceiving rationally.

You should seek help.
 
The only way I will go to a psychiatrist is if the people who hurt me are also present. I want to let them see what they've done to me, look them in the face. and tell them what monsters they are and what they deserve.

...[C]onspicuously missing from that list [of enemies] is you.
Because it wasn't my fault. I wasn't perfect, sure, but there comes a point when they have to say, "You know, we've punished him enough. Let's let him come back for a visit, have a nice meal, talk to a few nice girls."

The people at your old alma matter...they've... moved on. Even much of the administration has probably left.
The faculty advisor is still there, and as long as she remains in power, I can't set foot on campus without being arrested. Once I have her ousted, I can finally have access to the lab equipment I need.

If you refuse to take the step of taking some personal responsibility for yourself... you'll be closing in being a 50-something ... still collecting cans on the roadside.
No, I won't. I'll be sitting in my comfortable little bookshop, which I own and manage... bought with my legal settlement taken out of my former boss' 300-lb. hide. And I will sell copies of my new book with a complimentary pair of underwear enclosed, because it's so scary you might need to change your pants. :briefs:
 
The only way I will go to a psychiatrist is if the people who hurt me are also present. I want to let them see what they've done to me, look them in the face. and tell them what monsters they are and what they deserve.

So hurting those you believe hurt you is somehow worth more to you then your own mental health and well-being? Dude, talk about messed up priorities. You should focus on fixing yourself first and foremost. Not for them, but for you. A healthy mind in a healthy body.

The best revenge is living well. Every day you spend bitching about those who were mean to you, is a day lost. And it means they won and you lost. There's no better way to get even with them then to get your shit together and have a jolly ol' good time, ignoring their existence altogether. Getting some help with this, in the form of a psychiatrist, counselor or what-have-you, would be a very good step in the right direction!

Not for them... for YOU. Only you can change you. ;)
 
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