Archive for December, 2011
I’m not a real political guy, but this is really ruffling my feathers! Please if you have time at least watch this video and do something.
They are trying to vote this bill through tomorrow: http://fightforthefuture.org/pipa
Hey guys, the Skadi storyline that was originally going to be up will continue next week, I promise. I hope the readers will be understanding about my making a tribute comic this week. It’s been over a week now since I got the news, but the bad feelings haven’t diminished much. Definitely not enough that I can make a funny or lively comic. I’m having a hard enough time pretending to be normal at work, so when it’s after hours and time to do my own thing, I’m afraid I have to be more honest with how I feel.
My more articulate friends here on Dumm and all over the Internet have already written beautiful and fitting things about Ricky, but I’m the sort of person who sometimes has trouble talking publicly about how I feel. So…I’m gonna list some of the reasons why I loved my friend. Here are the first ones that come to mind.
Ricky wasn’t embarrassed to be cheesy or kind. He gave compliments freely and easily, which is not always the case with artists.
Ricky’s personality was made up of extremes. If Ricky were a Sim in one of those games where you choose a character’s traits based on a sliding scale, for sure the little marker would always be on one side or the other. Not in the middle.
Ricky was my secret keeper, and our friendship often felt like a little kid’s club…the kind you need a password and a bizarre ritual to get into.
Ricky’s a lot like my cat, Baby Cat (AKA Little Ricky). Affectionate and loving for most of the time, and then he bites you on the nose.
Ricky was one of the best storytellers I’ve ever met. He knew better than anyone that the number one ingredient to a moving story is allowing yourself to be completely honest and human when telling it.
Ricky pretended to be a wizard with me.
Ricky took the high road when we fought, even though I was stubborn and wouldn’t budge.
Ricky wasn’t afraid to use the word “love”.
Ricky’s death is the worst thing I’ve ever gone through. It feels like there is a hole in my heart. Every time I think about him, cold air blows through it and chills me to my bones. I miss him tremendously. He should be here, making people laugh, and making people think. Improving the art world with his talent and totally unique view of the world, and his ability to stay forever true to himself, regardless of what anyone else thought.
Sorry to say, it’s going to be a bit of a sad-sack week around Dumm. Personally, I’m not much of a public griever, and I’ve found it well-nigh impossible to put into words the thoughts and feelings I’ve had over the past week. I can only say that I miss my friend, and that I’ll always treasure the memories I have from the time I spent with him. RIP buddy.
It’s been a week since I was told about the horrible news about Ricky. All of my nights are filled with not sleeping and just laying in bed thinking of Twilight Zone scenarios of how things could have been different, how one little thing I could have done might have changed the outcome of that horrible accident. I think about all the good times we won’t be sharing, all the movies we can’t complain about, all the people we can’t make laugh. Just every negative thing. Everyday not being able to not grit my teeth in pain and feel like I didn’t just get punched in the stomach, apprehensively looking around every dark room for his ghost.
All of that has lead to nothing but fatigue, hopelessness and regret. I don’t know if Ricky would have wanted that.
Ricky would want me to carry on, keep making good stuff, soulful, meaningful, and honest comics. The same ones he always encouraged me to make, and that’s what I’m going to do.
He would want us to carry on Dumm Comics, keep it strong, on time, good, and funny. That’s what we are going to do.
He would want us to be honest, forward, and entertaining, in everything we do.
Ricky, I’ll do may best to make you proud, goodbye.