In September, I’ll be going on vacation starting the 10th, and I’ll be running a handful of guest strips to cover my sabbatical. I’m pretty excited at the prospect of my first guest week(s?), and I’ve got some talented cartoonists involved.

In the future, I intend to overhaul how the Subscribers’ Edition is handled, offering better archiving, more extra strips and bonus art, and multiple subscription packages at more affordable prices. Once I return from vacation, I’ll be submitting the comic for review to various webcomics review sites and blogs. I’m also beginning to prepare prizes and materials for an upcoming Sketch Comedy contest that should help get the comic some publicity.

In non-Sketchy news, I have been working for the past few months on a new Minecraft building project. Once it is finished, I will post magnificent screenshots.

I have an idea for a novel! I’ve been extremely critical of myself, but I like this idea, because it is something that I consider easy and pandering, plus just enough of a twist for me to pretend I’m breaking new ground (the only new ground I will ever break will be when they bury me.)

Hit the jump to see what my fresh new take will be!

I’m going to write a romance novel. The main character will be physically attracted to a guy with whom she cannot form an emotional attachment, and then she’ll start talking to this artificial intelligence, with whom she’ll form a really intense bond. Then it turns out, the AI isn’t an AI, it’s been the physically attractive guy all along! But then it turns out that the AI their team has been working on is a sham, which breaks her trust in him, but then they reconcile when they create an actual artificial intelligence.

It will be the worst novel of all time, and my first. And then I’ll be one step closer to being able to write a novel without putting even one original thought into it.

Help me out here, guys?

It is a creepy Hanners

from a Questionable Content

She stumbled backwards, catching herself on the railing. She closed her eyes for a long moment and felt the emptiness around them. She felt warm and full. The  muscles in her thighs were still twitching. Cool mountain air caressed her face; she slowly raised her arms and spread her fingers. When she opened her eyes, he was standing on the railing. Swaying.

She squinted up at him and moved her fingers to shield her eyes from the midday sun. “You haven’t been this relaxed for a while.”

He grasped a plastic card between his fingers and looked at it closely. A credit card. After a moment of consideration, he flicked it into the wind, and it was gone. He looked down at her. He laughed again, easily. He held up his driver’s license for a moment. Easily, he let it go. He turned his face skyward.

Her breath caught in her throat– and she changed her mind.

Just as she opened her mouth to tell him, he let himself fall.

“For the short decades that Man has truly studied the universe in a clear and scientific manner, he has never discovered any other force so radically important or powerful. Electricity will end the world, Mr. Jacobson.”
Martin laughed. It was not a kind laugh, or one communicating any amusement. It was a short bark, a pronouncement of his disagreement. Martin looked down his nose at John, despite the fact that he was at least two feet shorter. He whirled, his hands clenched behind his back, and paced to the other side of the room.
“Mr. Bullworth, I would never think of contradicting you.” He stopped suddenly, and slowly turned to look at John over his shoulder. “However, we both know the consequences of underestimation. Just look at poor Gimli.”
John narrowed his eyes to slits. His lip curled. “Do not conflate my ideas with the spurious drivel of that– of our poor, late comrade.” He bowed his head by a quarter of a degree.
Like a tiger stalking its prey, Martin closed in on John. “Yes! You see!” He laughed maniacally. “Gas will end this earth! Its tendrils weave their way into our minds, our thoughts, our dreams– all the while our attentions eclipsed by its dark ally electricity! Electricity’s greatest danger is that we waste our last precious moments thinking about it!”

He paced frantically. Pushing his long black hair out of his eyes and rubbing his temples, he grimaced and said, “Look, we know it’s got to be one or the other.”
The apparatus on the table was on the smallish side of book-sized. It was covered in blinking lights. All but two of them were red.

John took a pinch of snuff and gestured to the apparatus. “The forces of the universe decline our invitations, one by one. How are we to escape if our most basic allies in the empirical world turn their backs on us?”

At that moment, the window shattered and all the air in the room howled out of it. The Gas had come for them.

First of all, thank you for your list of mathematical things that are infinite.

Here is a follow-up question: What things are infinite in the universe? What things are infinite that are not merely conceptual?

Thank you,
Jackson

Please provide an approximate list of all the infinite things. All of them.

Thank you,
Jackson

Yeah, this feature of the blog has not really turned out to be daily at all.

But if you do want daily art from me, be sure to check out the Sketchy Activity Daily.

This is a new project: Sketchy Activity Daily. For fifteen minutes every weekday, I will draw something and post it up on the internets–specifically, those internets which are related to Sketch Comedy. The drawing will probably be silly.

Some drawings will post at the Sketch Comedy website, all of them will post at Sketch Comedy’s Facebook page, and Friday’s Sketch Activity Daily will be a Subscribers’ Edition exclusive. And will I post some of them here on Air Theremin too, from time to time? Probably.

See, here is one already. We are off to a good start.