Nice to see some good news about copyright for once.
“Happy Birthday†is public domain, former owner Warner/Chapell to pay $14M
Winning lawyer says more bogus copyrights may come under legal attack.
(h/t Marek Bennett on Facebook)
Nice to see some good news about copyright for once.
“Happy Birthday†is public domain, former owner Warner/Chapell to pay $14M
Winning lawyer says more bogus copyrights may come under legal attack.
(h/t Marek Bennett on Facebook)
Fellow New Hampshirefolk! You still have time to vote in the presidential primary (and then we can enjoy a brief respite from the barrage of phone calls).
I’m selling a folding desk for $20. It’s 36″ L x 18″ W unfolded (3″ W folded) x 29″ H and black.
The top is wood composite and the frame is metal. It doesn’t have any drawers, but it folds and unfolds pretty easily. I bought it new a year or two ago and used it as my main desk until recently. It has plenty of life left in it, but the top is kind of flimsy. I wouldn’t expect it to break unless you elbow-drop it, but you might find the way it flexes when you lean on it annoying (I sure do). Works great as a computer desk, eating place, crafting station (for crafts where you don’t press down on the table a bunch), cat perch, temporary whatever table, etc. Works less well for writing or drawing because of the flex (in my opinion — yours may differ).
If you want it, say so in a comment, message, or email to colin@colintedford.com.
♫ “R-Theme” by R-Tyme is beautiful Detroit techno from 1989 by Derrick May and Darryl Wynn.
“If Oprah can’t do permanent lifelong weight loss, maybe it can’t be done.” — Caissie St.Onge (originally on Facebook)
I‘m giving gave away a shelf. — who wants it?
It’s 23.5″ L x 16.5″ W x 21″ H (height includes wheels), but there’s a lip on the front bottom and an overhang on the back, so the top and bottom are a little less wide than the whole thing.
I’ve used it for about 5 years to hold up my laser printer and contain cd binders and large books; before that it was a friend’s TV stand. It’s a bit wobbly because the middle shelf that used to brace it went missing. I nailed a piece of illustration board to the back to shore it up. It has semi-functional wheels.
It’s no showpiece, but it probably has years of service left in it as long as you don’t wrestle with it or shake it to death with an inkjet printer. Or you could break it down and use the parts for something — the boards are pretty solid.
If you want it, say so in a comment, message, or email to colin@colintedford.com.
And now it has a new home!
♫ “I’ll play a strange song” — “Come Along” by Yat Kha
Happy impending new year!
Today I spoke at UMass Amherst, giving an overview of indie comics to N.C. Christopher Couch’s class “Comic Art in North America, 1895-Present”. Here are some notes from the talk (mainly useful as a vehicle for the links). My original notes were much sparser; in the process of posting them I ended up filling in some of the detail from the talk. Continue reading
I have a Facebook profile now after years of holding out, but I still think running so much of our social activity through a single corporation is a terrible idea.
Visit me at Lowbrow Craft Fair on December 12 in Northampton, MA. I’ll have comics, cards, and magnets at the Trees and Hills table — stock up for stockings or get reading supplies for hiding from the holidays. This is the only holiday show I’m doing this year, so don’t miss it!
Thanksgiving tip: If the way you thank your hosts inspires a National Day of Mourning, you’re doing it wrong.
Well, I finally made a zombie comic.
It’s an average Saturday night on Main Street. People stroll around taking the night air, shopping, and visiting restaurants. But one group coming down the sidewalk…as they slowly approach…they’re…they’re zombies! They reach out, their mouths gaping hungrily, and the air fills with shrieks as people panic and flee.
In a restaurant, rotting arms break through a window. The couple at the table next to it run away in terror, but zombies flood in through the door. A group of them surrounds the table and with horrible, sloppy, smacking noises, devour the poor couple’s dinner. One zombie lifts a plate of spaghetti and dumps it as his open mouth. Two more hunch over a plate on the table and greedily feed. A zombie leaning in the broken window stabs a sausage with a fork.
At the counter, a dessicated corpse in a suit orders an “Extra-large…with everything…please…”. The eyes of the man behind the counter bulge with fright; he looks like he might faint. Nearby, a long-haired dead woman pours a fountain drink at her mouth, spilling half of it on her burial dress. Two zombies tear apart a pizza, and another sinks its teeth into the side of a hoagie.
Outside, the sorcerer glares at the dead as they wander around chewing hamburgers and gnawing legs from buckets of fried chicken. “This is **not** what I had in mind!” he says angrily.
But as he watches the townspeople dashing about in fear, he decides, “Well, I guess it’ll do.”
“YES!” he shouts, “RUIN THEIR DINNERTIME! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!“
Next: DESSERT OF THE DEAD (“Caaake…”)