I can if I want to.

In the car:
Daffodil: “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Daffodil: “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Daffodil: “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Daffodil: “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Daffodil: “Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.”

Daffodil: “Am I talking too much?”

Me: “No, you’re fine.”

Daffodil: “Because I can be quiet if I want to.”

Me: “Do you want to?”

Daffodil: “No….”

Daffodil: “But I can.”

Daffodil: “Listen:”

Daffodil: ”                                                                                             ”

Daffodil: “See?”

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Nausicaa

Last night Daffodil and I ate popcorn and watched Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind together. She found it frightening and upsetting in places, but even though in daily life she’s terrified of most insects, what upset her the most was the violence against the Ohmu. The baby Ohm being towed through the air as bait to lure its enraged giant relatives to destroy the valley had her in tears.

Quote of the evening:

Movie: “It’s Lord Yupa! Kill him and you’ll be famous!”

Daffodil: “Aren’t there better ways to be famous?”

Apologies

Dear Daffodil Fans,

I would like to apologize for the recent lack of new Daffodilia gracing this page. Circumstances have not been conducive to producing new product. Not only does my sentence at the Salt Mine interfere with the more or less constant association we once enjoyed; the soul-sucking horror of it leaves me drained and shaken and hardly in the right frame of mind to write or draw or much of anything at all. Generally, by the time Daffodil’s soothing presence has reduced the stresses of the day to a manageable level, one or two of us is asleep, and then before we know it is time for another day of existential terror and despair. Should I draw, under the circumstance, the result would be more like Hieronymus Bosch than anything.

In the car last night:

Daffodil: “Papa, you look sad.”

Me: “Yes, Daffodil. I had a terrible day with terrible people.”

Daffodil: “But then I come along and make everything better.”

Well, it’s true, but the conditions for producing a steady stream of Monsters and Daffodils still do not, at the moment, pertain. Daffodil is as interesting as ever, but her Boswell has proven a weak reed. Her public must learn to accept the most sporadic of updates until the situation improves.

The Management.

One or two mice ganging agley

I had intended to work out some things on the Rocket Girl project tonight, but events have supervened. I picked up Daffodil this evening after work and took her to the grocery store to get a few supplies. Getting out of the car, she put out her arms and said, “Carry me.” So I picked her up, and as we crossed the parking lot she put her head against my neck and said, “I’m dizzy. I feel like I’m going to fall up to the clouds, and you, too.”

Her head wasn’t hot, and she seemed to be in good humor, but she didn’t want to walk, so I put her in the seat of a shopping cart, something she hasn’t done in a long time. As I went around the store, she gradually slumped over and leaned bonelessly on the handle of the cart. I only needed a few things, so it wasn’t long before we got into the check-out line, and as the cashier began to scan our items, Daffodil, without so much as lifting her head, spewed two or three quarts of diverse nastiness on her arms, her coat, my shoes, and at least as much of the floor as I was able to see.

The cashier was very helpful about it, giving me some paper towels to clean her up a bit, and we skedaddled, leaving the mopping up to others, along with our (my- Daffodil was pretty much passed out) profuse apologies.

After some cleaning and changing and more cleaning and spewing and more cleaning Daffodil is passed out on the futon with Harold and the Purple Crayon to lull her, and I am doing laundry…

Work on Rocket Girl has been suspended for the time being.

Rocket Girl Strikes Again

RG strikes again

So I did some sketches of Daffodil in her new haircut, with a bit of movement toward cartoony cartooning, instead of my usual illegible scrawl. As you can see from the header, there’s still quite a bit of illegible scrawl, but also (besides a moustache that appeared out of nowhere), a certain sort of Popeye feel to some of it. This got me thinking about the various -Punk genres. By their nature, they tend to be somewhat technologically elastic, but it has always seemed to me fairly essential that if you’re doing Steam Punk that the fundamental elements of design belong to the late 19th century- and certainly no later than the outbreak of WWI. Similarly, Diesel Punk seems to require design rooted in the period from 1930 to the end of WWII. Atom Punk, while it draws on elements of sci-fi going back to the 30s, is still quintessentially 50s- up until we got a real space program.

This, obviously, leaves a gap from 1914 to the market crash of 1929, little bits of which sometimes get pulled back into Steam Punk- usually with the effect on yours truly of seeing a Centurion with a wrist watch in Ben Hur. It does not, though (and I confess I don’t really keep up on these things), appear to be ‘a thing’. And no wonder, because there’s no obvious pervasive technological breakthrough to characterize the era. And this would not be important to anyone, except that Daffodil’s haircut is more 20’s than anything…

RG FP sketch2

At any rate, it seems to me that this is an era that could use some punking, and so I’ve started noodling around with what, for want of a better term, I’m calling Flapper Punk. Naturally a bit of John Held, Jr. is in there, and some Elzie Segar, and perhaps a touch of Winsor McCay are likely to creep in, not to mention Rube Goldberg and even some Georges Barbier if I completely lose my mind (which appears imminent). On the upside, it’s an era with style and a certain amount of innate goofiness, on the downside, it is very not-about-rockets. Rickety, yes. Rockety, not so much. So I will just have to see what sort of rickety rockets and ramshackle robots I can come up with.

RG FP Sketch

Rocket Girl

Rocket Girl

The origins of Rocket Girl are shrouded in mystery. Well, not to me, but there are some things that are better left to the imagination. Suffice it to say that when Daffodil was a very tiny thing circumstances arose that lead to this cognomen, which in turn lead to me writing a little song by the same name which, if you are very, very lucky, I will not at some future date record and post to this blog.

So, having a perfectly good theme song already in the can, it seems unavoidable that at some point I should do a Rocket Girl story, and it seems that this is, more or less, that point. A month or so ago I started giving the idea some consideration, and at that point I was thinking of doing it as an Atom Punk piece, with big Cadillac fins and bubble space helmets, and I did a couple of sketches to notate the general idea. I wasn’t all that thrilled.

Rocket Girl 1

So, after musing on the question a bit, I tried some Diesel Punk ideas. A bit more on the Indiana Jones end of things. Maybe a little better, although I hadn’t got around to designing any machinery yet, which in a project like this is fairly important for the overall look and feel.

RG DP 1A

After that, I started to think, well, why not go whole hog and go Steam Punk?  I’ve been a big Steam Punk fan since seeing the original Wild, Wild West tv show and a rash of Jules Verne-based movies in my youth. So I messed around with that a little bit, and about this time Management sprang for the tablet (A Surface Pro 3, running Sketchbook Pro, if anyone cares). So I started messing about on that a little too (see header).

RG SP 1b

And then, of course, Daffodil got her hair cut.

Now, normally a haircut is just a haircut, but this one has repercussions. A bob is just not Steam Punk. The ‘punk’ in Steam Punk is, of course, all about taking liberties with reality, but it remains essential to have some stylistic integrity, or what have you got? So, do I use the ‘old Daffodil’ with her knotted and combined locks, like quills upon the fretful porpentine, or skip back to Atom Punk?