This strip features my ghost boy Timothy, and introduces his sister, Gabriella.
My roommates were particularly enthusiastic about this character, whose name is Timothy, and asked me to draw him a sequel.
Things I am grateful for:
1. Freedom of speech. It would be difficult to make awesome things without it. The rest of the Bill of Rights goes here too.
3. Mythology, folklore, and fairy tales. Some fairy tales are more than six thousand years old, and still told today!
4. Brains. It would be hard to live without them.
5. Water. I grew up in a desert. Rivers still blow my mind.
6. That while I may occasionally find lizards on my bed, I will never find a satanic leaf-tailed gecko there unexpectedly. Meeting one while knowing I was going to meet one might be fun, though.
7. Duct tape. I once won brownies in a duct-tape craft contest. Later I made my prom dress from duct tape. Duct tape is good.
8. Vision. My eyes mostly see fuzzy shapes and colors without glasses or contacts, so I am very grateful to live in a time when those are available.
9. Shoes. Especially high tops. And low tops. And combat boots.
11. Star Wars.
12. Cool apps like Amaziograph, which I used to draw today’s picture.
Things I am not grateful for:
3. People who think yelling at you will make you agree with them.
4. Yelling in general.
5. The fact that Captain America got turned into a Nazi in the comics. Seriously?!
6. Those little prickly seed pods that stick to EVERYTHING.
7. My attention span going AWOL when I’m trying to learn something cool.
8. Lots of other things. I’m trying to shorten this list and lengthen the previous one, though.
During Stan Lee’s time writing the Avengers comics, Thor shared a body with a Doctor Donald Blake. Nothing out of the ordinary, in a universe that featured super soldiers, radioactive superpowers, a creepy-eyed guy who showed up to watch big events, and of course magical space Vikings, but looking back over those comics that detail catches my eye. See, without Mjolnir, Thor would revert back to Donald Blake, and so whenever something separated him from his hammer during a fight he panicked. He didn’t want his teammates to find out that, when he wasn’t being Thor, he was a small man who used a cane and looked utterly un-godlike.
Angst like that was common in the Avengers at the time–Iron Man didn’t want the team to find out about his heart condition, for instance. But the characters evolved, and Thor and Donald Blake parted ways, so it wouldn’t be relevant if the hammer and title of Thor were not currently being carried by Jane Foster–as of the last time I caught up with the series, anyway. It’s been a few months.
When Jane holds Mjolnir, as far as anyone cares, she’s Thor. Maybe not the same Thor as the other superheroes have worked with in years past, and definitely not the Thor that Odin wants, but she has the same powers and does the same work to protect people, so there isn’t much to be concerned with. The biggest difference seems to be that Iron Man tried to flirt with her. She’s physically imposing, wears almost practical armor, and looks really really cool, like every good superhero-deity should.
Separate her from the hammer, though, and not only is dear Jane a small, frail, human, she is also dying of cancer. And the transformation between Thor and her own body is just making her more sick.
I have mixed feelings about the incorporation of cancer into Jane’s story. On the one hand, cancer is real and it’s not going away soon, and reflecting that in the stories we tell is only reasonable. Stories may contain fantastic, unbelievable elements, especially superhero stories, but they also have aspects of the things their storytellers see in real life.
On the other hand, cancer is real and it keeps interfering in far too many of the lives of people I care about, and I’d like it to stay out of my fiction if possible. Along with tarantula hawks, most forms of paperwork, and broken guitar strings. But if this were a dissertation on the representation of cancer in fiction, I wouldn’t be starting with the Thor comics.
Despite my misgivings, showing the dual nature of Jane’s strengths and weaknesses in such an overt way in these comics is effective in raising the questions it’s meant to, I think. What are your strengths? It asks readers. How do your strengths make the impact of your weaknesses more dangerous, in a twist of cruel irony? In the case of Jane Foster, the questions refer to literal strength, but it can also be applied to other types of strength–strength of courage or or endurance or integrity or character as a whole, and weakness of the same.
Tony Stark’s strength and weakness stem from the same place: he is highly intelligent, and unfortunately, he knows it. Percy Jackson’s strength is his loyalty to his loved ones, but it also puts him in danger all the time. Luke Skywalker’s strength is in his love, but his love for and faith in his father nearly gets him killed. Actually, I think he inherited that strength-weakness from Anakin to begin with.
But the weaknesses can come from a place completely different from the strengths. Kaladin Stormblessed’s strength is in his magic and his protective nature, but the betrayals and failures of his past threaten to take away both. Frodo’s strength is his endurance, which is tested and broken by the One Ring.
Of course, most characters and all people have more than one strength or weakness. Reading stories like these Thor comics encourage me to try to identify all, which is looking to be a lifetime’s work. Hopefully, it will be worthwhile.
A little comic I doodled about my four-times-yearly struggle. Those in the audience who have hair will likely relate.
And yes, I write my to-do lists on my forearm.
A couple weeks ago I announced my upcoming webcomic. It’s still happening.
Today I’d like to tell you about another of the characters. Those who spend time with her call her Jazzy.
Jazzy is one of the youngest of the dreams, only a few days old when we meet her. A little girl wanted to be a ballerina for about a week, and she was the result.
Jazzy is particularly interesting to write because she is nonverbal. Classic ballerinas don’t talk on stage, after all, and she came from a dream about being on stage. Instead, Jazzy creates images in an effort to express what she is trying to say. Sometimes it works well. Sometimes it does not.