Too Cool Not to Share Immediately

As noted, a longer write-up on InConJunction is coming up later, but for now, dig on this:

A sketch of yours truly from Howard Tayler, of Schlock Mercenary fame, who was also a Guest of Honor at the convention this weekend. I especially love that he drew me with hair.

Everyone who looked upon it said “dude, that would make an excellent LiveJournal icon.” I agree, although for clarity, one needs to fiddle with the word bubble:

Expect this to start showing up on my LiveJournal comments soon.

In any event, very cool of Howard to do the sketch. Give him link love and go visit his site, please, if in fact you do not visit it already.

15 Comments on “Too Cool Not to Share Immediately”

  1. It also looks like a scetch of my 5th and 6th grade teacher. Very Cool and i bookmarked his sight because it looked bad ass.

  2. Squeeeee!

    I heart Schlock Mercenary so, so, SO much. I’ve been re-re-re-re-etc.-reading the archives instead of working this weekend.

    Seriously, if anybody on this site hasn’t started reading it, you totally should. It’s masterfully done sci-fi that’s both compelling and completely hilarious, where the main character is an ambulatory pile of crap* with an overbearing love of plasma cannons (and Ovalquik). There’s strong AIs, crazy mad science, evil koalas, government conspiracies, genocidal dark matter from another galaxy, perpetually-pissed pachyderms, and explosions. Lots of explosions. It’s about interstellar mercenaries, after all.

    *Actually, he’s from a race of organic memory banks that turned sentient and evolved into masters of, uh, pile-to-pile chemical warfare. Which is even cooler than it sounds.

  3. Howard is awesomecakes. He drew a picture of me, completely unasked, after my first fiction sale. And Schlock Mercenary is sheer unadulterated genius.

  4. One of these days I just have to catch Howard and have him do the same for me. Since he hangs out maybe 1 mile from my work every Friday at a comic shop, it should be easy. Of course I have been saying that for years now.

    For now seems I only see him at a Sam’s Club.

    Oh and buy stuff. Right now I am thinking about the nice signs he just released. I think they would accent my desk quite nicely.

  5. Haha so cool. I’m another schlocker from before the bacon-cat days. I was hoping you two would meet up. Now we have to worry about what diabolical plan you two came up with.

  6. Sigh. You have livejournal too? I can’t keep up! What’s the link, so I can have another place to go looking for trouble?

  7. Gennita Low @ 8: He doesn’t post there as a rule, but it has been used to notify folks when this site is down.

  8. I’m glad you like the sketch, John.

    Story for the rest of you… a 10-year-old girl was asking about the markers on my table, and I explained that I had just finished using them to draw a picture of that guy over there (pointing at John) and that she should go ask to look at it.

    John held it up next to his head and did his best “blah blah blah” for her, and I regretted not having a video camera running. Life imitated art, and far surpassed it.

    InConjunction was fun, and it was great to see you again, John! Oh, and I finished the ARC of Zoe’s Tale on the plane. I laughed, I cried, and I don’t think I suffered at all from not yet having read The Last Colony. There were a few bits that felt over-expository (tell vs show) but they worked well in context.

  9. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, cranky.

    I don’t get it. Why a picture of Paul Melko? Or is it Jim Hines?

  10. The “whatever” in the word balloon is rather appropriate, but where Howard really nails it is with the “blah, blah, blah, blah.” You should have left that in.

  11. Well, you know. “Whatever” is a selling point, here.

    Incidentally, Howard zapped me over a fix on the little icon, which I will show all y’all a little bit later.

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