This morning I saw the end of the line for one discarded couch. I decided against filming this, not because it was NSFW, but because posting it here would essentially mean an end to discarded couch posts.
What I saw was this: a discarded couch being fed into the grinding wheels of a garbage truck. It was slowly being crushed to death. When I happened upon this grisly scene, the garbage man had got the couch halfway into the crushing mechanism. I could hear the sound of wood cracking, see the end of the couch jutting out from the back of the truck, shifting lazily like an old man in a jacuzzi.
It was tragedy of the mundane.
There is no saving that discarded couch. But that doesn’t mean all discarded couches meet that same end. Part of what I’m doing here is trying to save other discarded couches from that awful fate. Just because they have been left on the side of the road doesn’t mean they will all get fed into the hungry jaws of an indifferent machine.
So please, when I post discarded couches, don’t simply chuckle and move on with your life. Go to that couch. Load it onto your truck. Give it a new home.
Break the cycle. Let us end couch murder.
Via Mental Floss
I’m not quite sure this is for real; it’s kind of like a Bigfoot sighting that way.
David Byrne wrote a spot-on, depressing opinion piece in The Guardian recently.
This is how I feel about putting my work on Tumblr (or Instagram), except instead of a “pittance” I would get zero dollars.
When I first started shopping The Family Monster around, I got offers of “exposure” but none of real, actual money. I am glad I took The Colorado Daily up on their offer, because it led to me getting paid (however small an amount) by McClatchy-Tribune Campus. However, even after I was getting a regular paycheck, I continued to receive offers of exposure (not money) by other publications. Did they think I was so desperate for an audience, any audience, that I’d give my hard work away for free? The old metaphor about giving a plumber exposure instead of paying him for his work comes to mind. Artists, it seems, are easily exploited. It is true most cartoonists are somewhat masochistic, but there is a limit.
While I love posting pictures of Reed on Instagram, and have begun sporadically posting favorite single panels of comics I’m reading on Tumblr, I cannot see the point in doing to myself what others have tried to do to me in the past: make my work worthless.
I’m not even sure what Tumblr means. I’ve seen about 50,000 amazing images for less than one second each. Is the human brain able to process any of that?
Here on this blog you’ll find plenty of my work which I happily post. The difference is, I own this blog. I own this website. All the folks who visit are here to see what I’ve got cooking (sorry, no jambalaya today). With those other websites, I’m merely providing free content to help generate revenue for someone else. I understand that’s part of the deal: I get to use Instagram to look at everybody else’s pretty pictures, and they can look at the pictures I take. I’m just not going to mix that up with my comics.
I hope this doesn’t come off sounding too curmudgeonly. We are all figuring out how best to use social media. In 20 years we’ll all laugh at our hilariously dumbheaded efforts. In the meantime, I thank each of you for supporting me, for buying my comics, because each time that happens I realize the dream I’ve had since I was a kid.
Instead of merely slapping the book into the digital realm unchanged, I made a number of revisions and edits throughout. This is a revamped, improved book. Check it out!