This is a collaboration with LateCustomer on DeviantArt. When I saw his sketch “Waiting for Inspiration” (here: http://latecustomer.deviantart.com/art/Waiting-for-Inspiration-sketch-467687479 ) I was pretty much instantly seized with a burning desire to ink and color it.
Fortunately, he was kind enough to give me permission to do so! Thanks dude! I hope you’re pleased with the result.
Heading to bed with another AnthroCon sinking slowly in the west. Normally I drive back on Sunday, but this time, partially at Sirfox’s request, we’re staying until Monday. That’s probably a good thing, actually, as I could really use a sleep-in before driving 5 hours to get us back to VA.
All in all, it’s been a good one. No super-high highs, but plenty of nice little moments. As I mentioned on Twitter, Uncle Kage introduced me to Lee Tocker (the voice actor of Snips and Steven Magnet on MLPFIM) by describing himself as a fan of mine, which I was quite flattered by. I also got to see some of my regular crew, such as Buck Turner, InvisibleWolf and Derrick, Teiran and Fuzzwolf, LionKingCMSL, Mooncat, and several others. I got to chat some with RebelSquirrel, which I enjoyed; met Xylo, the new director of the InterventionCon dealer room, who was one of my neighbors in the dealer room; and Path, the chair of Furry Fiesta, who has declared that I am stalking him by virtue of him being everywhere I was about to go anyway (including my own hotel room).
Sales were nice and solid, too. Not quite up to my peak perhaps, but definitely better than last year. I have nearly sold out of several older items and need to work on creating new product before InterventionCon, but having new books on the table was a great feeling. I am also getting better about working all of my table materials into a manageable set that can be carried to and from the venue in a single rolling suitcase, as opposed to the enormous stacks of boxes of yesteryear. Some of that was Kerry’s tendency towards sprawlingness, but a lot of it was just me being disorganized and muddle-headed.
Weight-wise, I was a little over my daily point allotment each day of the con, but not by very much, and I easily made it back up in activity points from walking all over the place. I did have to go to one of the leatherworking vendors and ask them to add a couple of new holes to my belt in order to tighten it more, which I’m hoping is an indicator of success on that front.
Tomorrow (er, later today?) when I get home, I’m going to start posting pages of Rough Housing to my FurAffinity account, on recommendation of the FurPlanet guys. I’ve also got to crank out pages for next week and get some commish work done, so I’m going to be a busy, busy Gneech when I get back! But a happy one. It’s very nice to finally be doing my proper work as my real job. Now all I have to do is figure out how to get my boss to increase my salary.
So g’nite AnthroCon, we love you. And good night to the rest of the world, and have an awesome tomorrow.
“Oh, I found an answer to that question,” Brigid said.
“And good day to you, Captain Out-of-Context,” Greg replied. “Which question?”
“You remember a while back, I was wondering what the male equivalent of a ‘fag hag’ was?”
Greg winced. “I was hoping that had been merely a bad dream.”
“Turns out the answer is ‘lesbro,’” said Brigid.
“Don’t tell me these things,” said Greg.
“What’s wrong with ‘lesbro’?” she demanded. “It’s a perfectly good slang term. Way better than ‘fag hag.’” Greg merely gave a sort of soft whimper, and Brigid continued, “Typical, tho. The guys get a neutral or even guy-positive term, and the women get abuse.”
“Excuse me,” said Greg, “but I would very much like to be excused from the rest of this conversation now, please.”
AnthroCon 2014 is comin’ at us fast! So here’s the lowdown!
I will be in the Dealer’s Room most of the time during the day, sharing a table with my buddy SirFox, specifically table K14, which can be found here:
Thanks to the awesome folks at FurPlanet, I will have Suburban Jungle (Rough Housing) Issue One, as well as No Predation Allowed and a smattering of older merchandise, and of course I’ll be doing sketches, badges, and anything else I can get ahold of to do.
At night I’ll be bouncing around a lot, but I tend to spend most of my time in the Zoo looking for people to hang out and art jam with. Come and find me! If you ask real nice, I might even tell you what my secret upcoming project is.
PS: Yes! There will be a cameo up for bidding at the charity auction! I can’t believe I almost forgot to mention that.
It’s all deep and philosophical and stuff.
So the general opinion is that the “necro” in “necromancer” refers to death– traditionally necromancy is the ability to speak with dead spirits, for the purpose of lifting curses, busting ghosts, whatever. This has led to the image in popular fantasy of necromancers being gothy types who hang around in cemetaries raising zombies and the like. Which works as a trope, but… it could go another way.
Another meaning of the original root “necro” is “dark.” Not dark as in “evil,” dark as in “obscure or hard to see.” i.e., hidden, secret. Necromancy by that meaning is therefore not “the deathly arts,” but rather “the secret arts.” Which could be anything! The secret art of turning lead into gold? Sure. The secret art of getting that fifth dentist to recommend sugar-free gum? Anything!
This of course leads me to ruminate on the word “secret.” What are secrets, exactly? They are things you carry with you. Your secretary carries your correspondence (and your secrets). A secretion is something that has been deposited on you. The Secret Service is not “secret” in the sense that people don’t know they’re there– far from it– they report to the Secretary of the Treasury, and they “carry” the President safely.
(Historical note: The Secret Service was actually founded to combat forgery after the Civil War; it wasn’t until the assassination of Pres. McKinley that they were given the task of protecting the President.)
This leads me to a vision of a fantasy setting in which an important personage (Queen, Emperor, Prime Minister, whatever tickles your fancy) is protected and served by a small cadre of elite necromancers (in the sense that they study secret arts), sort of James Bond meets Harry Dresden if you like. I can see this working particularly well as a steam-fantasy setting a la Gail Carriger.
However, I don’t have the time to write this at the moment, so I’m setting the idea free by writing it up here and putting it into your head. I might come back to it later, we’ll see.