| (no subject) |
[Mar. 15th, 2011|11:42 am] |
|
Hello, LiveJournal! How've you been! I'm doing pretty well. I am doing a mostly-non-comic THING over here now, if you have been missing me: 101 Things. It is starting off a little slow but I have more THINGS to put there very soon, so you go ahead and take a look and maybe hang around a bit if you like. |
|
|
| Does not suffice |
[Dec. 30th, 2010|02:06 am] |
Bad news, guys.
(Previously.)
For so many years, my fear and hatred of bacon was one of my salient qualities, one of the things that defined me as a person. Now, I am left with nothing but questions. Who am I? What is my place in the world? And where can I get a good plate of pasta carbonara for dinner tonight?
...
More bad news, guys!
So... I think this is the last comic I'm posting to LiveJournal.
It makes me awfully sad to say so, seeing how just this week, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) counterfeitfake ate a whole pan of bacon with me, nibot texted me from the Silver Lake bar where he was out with four and in_alaska, and then ankaerith randomly dropped into town and drank coffee and gin with me. None of these lovely things would have happened with these lovely people (or any of the rest of you who've become dear to me) if not for my nine-year tenure on LiveJournal. But all of these people are old friends at this point, and their friendships with me pre-date even rosiedee, and no one is here anymore anyway.
This is not the end of my comics, I just need a different place to put them that won't result in quite so much teasing. I wrote a longer essay here, but it was pointless and silly. And so, at some point rather soon, the comics will move elsewhere. And then I will come back here to say so!
Until then!
Come see me on twitter, if that is a thing that you do! |
|
|
| Now departing: MY DIGNITY. |
[Oct. 20th, 2010|02:25 am] |
The person sitting next to me on an hour-long flight had known me for six years and could only identify me by my ankle tattoo. Yeah.
I wish I had more to say, but I don't! Life's still pretty great right now.
How are you? I like you. |
|
|
| I am still looking for a smallish dresser, I am JUST MENTIONING IT. |
[Sep. 23rd, 2010|01:18 am] |
I can't draw cars very well because I am a girl, and you can't drive fluffy animals across the country. Fact.
Since moving, I have accumulated a fairly alarming quantity of STUFF in short order, thanks to friends moving abroad, thanks to keeping an eye on Craigslist now and then, and also thanks to being very attentive at the bar when someone started randomly complaining about how they didn't know what to do with their overly large couch. Mine, now!
Things I have not accumulated, and do not intend to accumulate in this apartment: an internet connection. |
|
|
| Adventure adventure adventure and the advent of pantslessness |
[Sep. 9th, 2010|12:13 am] |
This summer has been nothing but adventure adventure adventure! If you are throwing a party and want people to crawl up onto your roof and talk and smoke and drink and fall asleep under a meteor shower, or if you want to go skinny-dipping in a lagoon in coastal Georgia under the watch of armless marble statues and heat lightning, I can make these things happen for you and that bottle of gin you've got there. August was a fine month. This summer was a fine summer.
August was also the month adventure adventure adventure steered me in the direction of moving into my own apartment. I was a little nervous about it for months in advance, being a social creature who just plain likes having the comfort of people around me at all times. A few days of walking around in my underwear cured me of that notion. Living alone is awesome! But it would feel wrong to get too excited about the new place without first commemorating the old place, which up until the new place was the best place I'd ever lived. Sure, the new place has hardwood floors and a clawfoot tub, but the old place had hardwood floors and a clawfoot tub and Ben. So yes, here is a comic I meant to draw over a year ago.
Oh, Ben. I miss you and your cranky, sassy ways. Not enough to put pants on, though.
You guys, life is so pleasant right now. It makes drawing comics a difficult thing, to be perfectly honest. But here we are! Just a year or so behind. |
|
|
| Time for another installment of Creepy Girl Comics |
[Jul. 13th, 2010|01:20 am] |
A lot of people ask me to draw comics about them, and I usually head that idea off at the pass in a hurry. But I finally realized something important: It's not whether you do something funny that garners you a comic appearance, but rather whether I do something kind of embarrassing and you just happen to be present for it. Adam asked me to draw a comic with him in it when we met at MaxFunCon. Adam happily stood by while I mildly humiliated myself in his presence, and so YES, ADAM, here is a comic kind of about you but mostly about me!
Some people who appear in this comic are very nice people indeed! FOR INSTANCE:
sockefeller (@emilyterrible) was posting A Thing A Day all of June, and she is so lovely and wonderful, and oh, go look right now! I saw this amazing thing right before leaving for MaxFunCon, and it wasn't until about six hours after I'd met Emily that I sat up in bed in the middle of the night and realized THAT WAS HER. Emily's magic, you guys, she is.
I have already told you about Steve Wolfhard (@wolfhard). Who is amazing.
Leslie Rader (@tinyholidays) is the bravest woman I know. I moved to Seattle and immediately started making friends and going out and generally having an awesome, extroverted time of it. Leslie moved to Seattle and immediately started doing stand up comedy. Plus she calls me "kitten" so I am basically putty in her hands.
Aaaaand Adam (@apranica) does some non-cartoonist-but-still-awesome stuff right over here and he is an A+ guy, seriously! You can tell because I have run into him here in Seattle since MaxFunCon and he didn't even pretend not to know me.
...
You guys, I got health insurance for the first time in three years on July 1st. I got the flu on July 2nd. I still have the flu. Will there ever come a time when I am able to draw comics on a consistent basis without allowing my social life, my immune system, or the super-interesting version of the internet that only exists at 3 a.m. to interfere? No, there will not. |
|
|
| The start of the post-MaxFunCon creativity flood |
[May. 27th, 2010|01:08 am] |
OH MAN, you guys! MaxFunCon was the BEST! I don't even know how to tell you how great it was without starting to cry because I'm not there right now. (It's happened. More than once.) I will just draw some comics at you to try and commemorate the whole fantastic occasion.
I really like making friends with people and I get really enthusiastic about new people, and when I meet people just like me in that respect, it is awesome. But when I meet people who are not just like me in that respect (which is nearly everyone), stuff like this happens:
I made @fireland visibly cringe, you guys. And I still feel really bad about it! I am sitting at my kitchen table feeling terrible about it right this minute. Let the record show that he gracefully never mentioned what an utter ass I made of myself, or at least I strongly believe he would not have mentioned such a thing if he'd ever spoken to me again.
Oh, also! This was only a very short and very overdue comic because I came home from MaxFunCon and was inspired to immediately quit my job. Life is in FLUX, I tell you what. Ad astra!
...
ALSO. OH, JEEZ. The sickeningly talented and utterly charming Steve Wolfhard drew a comic with ME in it! This is so exciting! This has never happened to me! You can see the comic in question right here. I am the lady just sorta staring off into space, which is not actually a very good representation of what I am like when I am under the influence of Dr. Cocktail*, but the usual wild hand gestures and hollering wouldn't fit, I assume. Steve is just the best best best, you guys. Can't say enough good things about that dude.
*TED HAIGH, you guys! I did not even know that was him at the time, sorta like how I met a few people who did not realize I was Rosie Dee until after the weekend was over and we were all back home and twitter-friending each other. (Hi, incidentist!) It is not all that much of a stretch to say Ted Haigh's book got me through the worst year of my life. Which then turned into the best year of my life. Thanks, Dr. Cocktail!
MORE TO COME IN THE NEARISH FUTURE. |
|
|
| Vices include but are not limited to those pictured here. |
[Apr. 29th, 2010|01:36 am] |
I got a sewing machine a few weeks ago, and now I am obsessed! No time for comics! No time for a social life! All I want to do is make dresses. If I've canceled on you in the last month, there is about a 50% chance that when I said, "I'm not feeling so great today," what I really meant was, "I would rather sit at home and sew a dress than drink beer with you."
But at least a good 50% of the time, I mean it when I say I feel sick, thanks to a cranky, hateful digestive system. It's been going on for years and years, and I mostly don't talk about it (because I fully recognize that no one wants to hear about it). But when things finally hit the point that I felt sick more days than I didn't, I had to try something, and I suspected maybe I was gluten intolerant since that seems to be the fashionable thing these days. And that is where this here comic is going.
( No cupcakes allowed! )
Hey, I am using the twitterthing with increasing frequency, and I am actually kind of enjoying myself. If you find yourself compulsively reloading this here page and thinking, "Dang it, I wish Rosie Dee could bring some very small measure of happiness to me on a more regular basis, and I wouldn't even mind if she was mostly whining about bike accidents and terrible bands she saw instead of drawing comics," then I AM DOING THIS FOR YOU. |
|
|
| The New Sincerity is actually my comics' guiding principle! |
[Apr. 1st, 2010|02:10 am] |
(Yes, it really happened.)
...
Folks, I ain't gonna lie – this winter wasn't especially kind to me. But now the sun is out (occasionally, but hey) and I ride my bike all over town and go on hikes in the mountains and drink cheap beer with sweet friends, and it is hard not to feel really good about everything ever. What I'm saying is: I felt like life owed me something this spring, something to really convince me that things were going my way again.
And then! Last month! I won a scholarship to attend MaxFunCon! Jesse Thorn called me to tell me and I squealed at him, and then I hung up the phone and excitedly ran tiny laps around our tiny apartment's tiny living room while squealing at the horrified cat. Basically, I put together a little essay about how I've had this persistent existential crisis concerning my place in the world ever since that surreal time I got a couple of multinational oil companies into a bidding war over me and then I panicked and put a stop to that whole awful let's-move-to-Texas idea. And so this feels like one big vote of confidence from the universe or whatever, and I can hardly tell you how grateful and happy I am.
And now I have a new pad of Bristol board, and a new sewing machine that will magically fill my closet with summer dresses, and a new tray of tomato seedlings that already smell like summer itself, and a sweet bike even the cranky guy at the bike store loves, and a pink fluffy skirt everyone loves, and oh, I am feeling very YES about life these days. |
|
|
| Not really news: Cartoonist sleeps alone, save for cat. |
[Mar. 1st, 2010|12:16 am] |
Oh, cat. If I wanted someone to slowly and unconsciously push me out of my own bed at night, I'd have a boyfriend. Who would not, presumably, throw up hairballs under my bed, as long as we are having this discussion. But you are so cute and despite your alarming stupidity, I will recommend to the roommate that he keep feeding you.
...
You guys, I got a haircut. Now I am a curly-headed moppet with bedhead and no idea how to draw myself anymore. Panic!
 |
|
|
