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  • An Interesting Problem To Have

    Example of a "Deleted Panel" from Issue #3I’ve nearly finished putting together Jump Leads Vol.2: Looking For Hub In All The Wrong Places (keep in mind that title may change before the book is published in the new year), and I’ve come across a rather interesting problem to have – I have too much stuff to put in the book. Issues #3, #4 and #5 are going in without a problem, but JjAR has sent me a lot of additional material – about twice as much as was in the first book – and I’m wondering if I can fit it all in without upping the cost of the book.

    One particularly interesting inclusion is what he calls “deleted panels”:

    Sometimes I draw something that I dont really like in the end. In that case I just take another paper and draw everything (ok, not everything, just a bad part) one more time. Sometimes It’s just a not so good sketch, sometimes it’s a bad single panel, but sometimes it may be even a half of a page.

    He sent me three deleted panels, and I’m struggling with whether to include them or not. If I doinclude them, how do I go about doing it? So I just include the unused panel? Do I include the entire page? If I include the entire page how do I position it on the… on the page? There are three of them, after all.

    One possibility is to not include them in the book, but have the book include a link to a webpage where they can be viewed. Some books provide web-content exclusively available “via” the book. I know this because I have a couple of books with URLs in them that I can’t be bothered to visit. Is it worth it, I wonder?

  • In Russia, Ask.com Asks You!

    Last night I was on some website or another when Ask.com’s ridiculous “dancing morons” commercial appeared in a banner ad on the sidebar of the site. I’ve seen this commercial elsewhere, I think it’s dumb, and so I tweeted about it:

    Dear @AskDotCom – your marketing campaign is stupid. Nobody uses you anymore. Just stop, okay? You’re embarrassing yourself.

    Because the tweet was written in a “Dear x” format it got picked up and retweeted by @DearRobot who is, I assume, a robot. I’ve no idea whether @DearRobot helped this get noticed by whoever runs Ask.com’s Twitter presence because I woke up this morning to find this response:

    @DearRobot @BenPaddon – Can you offer any suggestions on we can improve?

    My reply:

    @AskDotCom Not in 140 characters unfortunately.If you have an email address I’d gladly write you a thing.

    And so I was furnished with an email address from someone who’s name I wasn’t entirely sure of, and I wrote the following:

    Hi there. Not sure if your name is Mary Ann, or Mary-Ann, or Maryann, so I’ll go with Mary for now. I think that’s probably the safest bet.

    I’ve thought about Ask.com a lot over the years. Not excessively, of course – I have one of those “life” things that stop me devoting too much time to trivial things like search engines, or which shape of acorn squirrels find the most aesthetically pleasing, or why whenever super villains team up they invariably end up giving themselves a long team name which abbreviates to something like HARM, or DEATH, or SCUM. I mean, they’re just calling attention to themselves. You’d think they’d go with something more pleasing like KITTEN, or FLOWER, or TREACLE. If I found out that there was an organization called SPECTRE I’d probably want to know a bit more about what they’re getting up to. That’s an inherently untrustworthy name, if you ask me. You can get away with a lot more evil if you dress it up a little.

    But anyway.

    I mentioned on Twitter that Ask.com’s marketing campaign, the one with people dancing around pointing at themselves, is ridiculous. Don’t worry, you’re not the only ones doing an ad campaign that looks this foolish – I’m fairly certain I saw a similar commercial on Hulu for a completely different company. All that means, though, is that both Ask.com and another company had this idea thrown at them by a marketing team and then said, “Yeah, sure, why not?”

    There’s the first problem – two companies are doing the same thing. Already any success your”dancing around like a pointing idiot” campaign may experience is marginalized by those other buggers. The commercial starts up and you don’t know which one it is, and so you don’t care. You go off and do other things – make a sandwich, feed the cat, and wait for Heroes to come back on.

    The second problem is that it doesn’t actually tell you what Ask.com actually does. Now I’m sure the answer to that is “Well, people can go to Ask.com and find out for themselves,” but if all you’re doing is showing a bunch of people dancing and then follow that by throwing a URL up on the screen, people aren’t going to be inclined to find out more. For all they know it’s a commercial for dancing lessons.

    Put simply, it’s a silly commercial. It’s painful to watch. I feel sorry for the people who appeared in it (although not too sorry because I know how well commercials pay and I am, frankly, a little jealous that they got paid to dance around for thirty seconds). All that commercial does is bring to mind how great Ask.com used to be. “O, how the mighty have fallen,” I think.

    There’s plenty of evidence to suggest that funny commercials tend to stick in people’s minds more. When I say “funny” I don’t mean “marketing funny” – that is, ideas that marketing people think will be funny but when actually committed to film and shown on network television are actually kind of rubbish – I mean genuinely funny. Genuinely funny commercials written by people with a genuine sense of humour and featuring actors who are capable of genuinely pulling off the joke. have a look at this commercial for John Smiths, a British bitter. Now, this commercial ran in the mid-90s. I was probably ten years old when I saw this commercial. I didn’t drink then and I still don’t drink now, but that commercial is forever lodged in my mind. 14 years later I still remember the joke, and I still remember the name of the bitter being sold.

    I doubt that anyone will remember Ask.com’s dancy pointy commercial in even a year’s time. And, dancing aside, there’s nothing about Ask.com’s branding that really stands out… which leads me onto my next point.

    There are some people who feel that Ask.com lost its way when it ditched P. G. Wodehouse’s “Jeeves” character as its mascot. I’m not one of those people. I can, to a point, see why Ask.com would let the character go. When the only reason people are going onto the website is to ask in the question “Are you gay?” you have to wonder if the character has retained its value. Plus the licensing probably wasn’t cheap either, unless it was, in which case ignore this last sentence.

    Dropping Jeeves was by no means a bad decision, but it did mean that Ask.com has lost a human face. Granted, it’s a cartoon human face, but it’s a face all the same. Jeeves is back in the UK, and if American users specifically go to AskJeeves.com they’ll be greeted once again by the fat-faced butler, but the current CG rendering of the character lacks the charm of the original stylized drawing from the late 90s/early 2000s. It doesn’t have any life, or soul, or what have you. Now the company, and by extension the website, just feels like another Big Company. Indeed, there was a time when asking Jeeves “are you gay?” was met with the response “I prefer the term ‘jovial’” but that doesn’t happen anymore. There’s no human element to Ask.com. There’s nothing friendly about the site.

    Google has somehow managed to retain that feeling of “We’re just like you!” because… well, I suppose because they’re big and bright and colourful and they interact with their users and have given us nice things like GMail and Google Wave and they have, above all else, kept things simple. And their marketing! Their Google Chrome commercials are inspired. Google’s philosophy seems to be “Let’s make things that could be useful to people, and the money will probably come afterwards.”

    What can we gleam from this? Well, insofar as the internet is concerned, going in with an attitude of “How can we make money?” probably won’t work. The best thing to do is to go in with an attitude of “What do people need?” The answer to that question probably isn’t “a search engine”, because there’s tons of the buggers about. There’s a reason Microsoft has had so many failed search engine attempts – there’s no demand for one. There’s no gap in the market.

    The trick, then, becomes finding something that internet users don’t even know they want yet. And I’m afraid I can’t help you with that, because if I knew what that was I would be a millionaire by now.

    I hope this has been of some help to you, although it probably hasn’t. Nevertheless it was fun to write.

    Regards,
    ~Ben

    So that’s it. I’m no consultant – and I think it probably shows – but when someone asks me how they can improve I’ll bloody-well tell ’em.

  • I’ll Give You My Telescope, Anything, Please Glod Don’t Tell Anyone

    This blog entry runs the risk of becoming somewhat of a self-indulgent Pity Party, so you don’t have to read it. I feel I need to vent, and this blog is a convenient place to do so and so I shall put it to use. There’s every chance I’ll wake up in the morning, remember I’ve written this blog post, go…

    ARGH

    …and then delete it, or make it private. That said, it’s here while it’s here. So enjoy it, or whatever.

    Every now and then my brain gets caught in a logic loop. The problem goes something like this: I worry that there is something seriously wrong with me on a psychological level – some wonderful, terrible mental illness which accounts for my erratic behaviour, my emotional nature, my desire to be the central focus of attention, and all manner of other personality problems. I worry about this for a while, and then I decide I’m probably just being paranoid and I dismiss it. At that point I begin to worry: maybe my dismissing of the thought is preventing me from getting actual, proper help for what may well be a proper, actual condition. My usual response there is to dismiss that as me overthinking the matter and being overly paranoid. Then I worry that dismissing the notion is me denying a problem I have with paranoia coupled with the potential mental problem I might have, and I start to get anxious. Then I dismiss all of it as rubbish, and I wonder if maybe dismissing any of it was in fact the smart thing to do.

    Usually I can stop my thought process from wandering too far down this path and I can catch myself before I get too caught up in it and find myself sitting on the bed, staring out into nothing, terrified that whichever decision I make about this whole “my brain is broken” nonsense is the wrong one. Occasionally I don’t, and I wind up doing just that. Even when I’m able to break free of it and go about living my life as if I were a normal, sensible, contributing member of society (ha!) it still floats around the surface of my brain for a few days afterwards, and generally that can leave me feeling rather low.

    I had someone suggest to me a few years ago that I might be Bipolar. I’m fairly confident that I’m not. I’ve something of an interest in neurological disorders and I don’t personally believe I fit the description of a classic Bipolarity. That said, I’e always felt a kinship with Stephen Fry. If you don’t know who Fry is then that probably means you’re American, but to summarize he’s a writer, actor, playwright and poet. You’ve probably seen him in Bones as Dr. Gordon Wyatt M.D., or in Jeeves and Wooster as the titular butler. Possibly you remember him as the Qur’an-owning television chat show host from the 2006 movie adaptation of V for Vendetta.  I’ve just spent far too much time explaining who he is. Long story short, he is the gem of the British Isles, and a rarity; a glowing, charismatic, intelligent man who is at the same time accessible to and admired by the general public. He is an inspiration of mine and something of an idol. He is the man I hope to be when I reach my 50s.

    He’s also Bipolar, and in 2006 filmed the documentary “The Secret Life of the Manic Depressive” talking about his own experiences with Bipolarity and interviewing other Bipolar celebrity figures such as Carrie Fisher (oh, you know who she is) and Robbie Williams (the British musician, not the hairy comedian – you’re thinking of Robin Williams). I’ve watched this documentary a couple of times on YouTube and just tonight downloaded the whole thing to sit and watch on a proper television tomorrow.

    Every time I watch this documentary it shreds my insides. It leaves me devastated, frightened. It scares me, it makes me worry, and it usually leaves me stuck in that paranoia/anxiety feedback loop I mentioned earlier. In fact I haven’t watched it in well over a year and a half for that very reason. But spurred on by a recent… looping, I feel I have to watch it again. I don’t know why.

    I’d love to know exactly why my head is wired up the way it is. I’d love to know what makes me tick. I doubt I’m Bipolar – I know I’m not, in fact – but for some reason I feel that if I learn more about Bipolarity, if I can understand it better, then perhaps I can understand what’s wrong with me. I’m sure there’s a logical hole in there somewhere.

    Sometimes I am so scared of the way my brain functions. But, and I feel this is important, I do my best to ensure it doesn’t get in the way of experiencing new things and achieving my ambitions. It’s rare for me  to feel as weak and pathetic as I do tonight.

  • Of Plums and Puddings

    Michelle recently told me that I use name-calling far too often on But, Sir…, which undermines the entire point of the blog. She is not wrong. It used to be that I would use insults sparingly, but recently I’ve been using them a lot. A lot of a lot, actually. It’s lazy, and I’m sure I could justify it all by saying “I’ve had it with these motherfucking morons on this motherfucking petitions site”, but if that were true why bother writing the blog at all? Why half-heartedly consider the possibility of putting a book together at some point in the next twelve months?

    This week Andrew and I had a lovely email conversation with a man who objected to me calling him a “fucking plum”, and then changed his position so that he’d only objected to me using the word “fucking”, and then threatened to call the Police. It highlighted two very important points – that there’s nothing wrong with name-calling, and that I really should tone it down a little. So I have done. I posted a bunch of petitions on But, Sir… today and there’s nary an insult amongst them. Considering one of those petitions came from recurring problem petitioner Keith Jones, I think I did rather well.

    Jump Leads is updating again, and I have to say it’s a bit of a relief. JjAR had taken a month off to try and work on becoming a freelance artist, but the work just isn’t out there in Russia so he’s stuck behind a desk still. I’m hoping I can pull from my exhaustive list of contacts to try and get him work on this side of the pond – maybe even a Work Visa. We’ll see what happens.

    There’ll be a new episode of Ben Paddon’s Feeble Excuse going up hopefully tomorrow featuring an awesome interview with the Grand Daddy of Nerdcore himself, MC Frontalot, and I’m once again collaborating on a project with Kill9 Studios that should be oodles of fun to write and shoot provided we don’t all get exterminated in the process.

  • More Evony Ridiculousness

    Apparently their “Play unnoticeably” campaign wasn’t going so well, because today I saw…

    evony1

    …and

    evony2

    …on the same page. Oh, Evony. How low will you sink?

  • Console Yourself

    I bought the novelization of Batman & Robin recently, and I’m reading it at a fairly steady pace. I’ll likely do a write-up on it soonish, but first I thought I’d talk about something that’s been on my mind the last few days: games consoles.

    We have, in our house, One Of Everything. A Wii, a PS3, and an Xbox 360. Generally wind up falling into a particular pattern when we’re buying games – we tend to buy games the 360 version of games with a multiplayer emphasis (e.g. Street Fighter IV or Rock Band), the PS3 version of singleplayer games (e.g. Batman: Arkham Asylum or Ghostbusters), and the Wii version if it’s a family game (e.g…. well, virtually every Wii game out there). I’ve been playing through Arkham Asylum and Ghostbusters on the PS3 recently and I came to a startling conclusion: I don’t like the console.

    We’ve had our PS3 now for two years and we’ve bought, I think, about ten games for it in total. Most of those games I haven’t even finished. Most of those games I’ve traded in. Right now my PlayStation games library consists of the aforementioned singleplayer games, the quite brilliant LittleBigPlanet, and BioShock – a game I bought on the cheap because the PC version stopped working when I upgraded my graphics card (although it started working again when I installed Windows 7). Then there are, I think, about eight or nine PS2 games. My most recent games purchase for the console was Rayman 3, which is a good few years old.

    Don’t get me wrong, the PS3 is a solid system, but I can’t help but feel something is missing from the PlayStation 3 experience – the social aspect.

    It’s weird because four or five years ago it wouldn’t have even mattered to me, but the Xbox 360 has spoilt me. It has. The console has an absolutely perfect social side. It’s all wonderfully put together and nicely balanced and I know what I’m doing with it. The PS3, though, feels like the social stuff was slapped in at the last minute. That may be because it sort of was – player-to-player voice chat outside of specific games was only recently added to the console in a firmware update, and even then the base console doesn’t come with a free headset like the 360 does. What’s more, the advantages of the PlayStation 3’s online capabilities – free online play and a built-in wireless receiver – soon melt away when you discover that there’s no bugger playing the game you’re playing.

    Perhaps most perplexing is that I miss this social aspect even in the singleplayer games I’m playing. I miss being able to bring up a list of players and see what they’re playing, what they’re up to, how they’re doing. I miss being able to compare my scores against my friends because, haha, none of my friends own a PS3 and so my Friends List is remarkably small, consisting mainly of JjAR and a handful of people I met on a forum I seldom visit anymore. Every time I boot up my PS3, I find myself wondering what my Xbox 360 friends are doing.

    So I don’t think I shall be buying any more games for the PS3, save for console exclusives like Uncharted 2 and the inevitable follow-up to LittleBigPlanet. It just isn’t worth it.

  • A Step In The Slightly-Less-Wrong Direction

    I know this isn’t quite as awful as their “Oh look, boobies” ad, but…

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    Really? That’s their draw? “Play unnoticeably”?

  • Wait a minute, Michael Jackson is DEAD?!

    BBC News have this morning posted an article about some artists pulling out of the Michael Jackon tribute concert at Schoenbrunn castle that contains a couple of choice quotes in it.

    Representatives for Mary J Blige, Chris Brown and Natalie Cole said neither of the three would be at the event on 26 September at Schoenbrunn castle.

    […]

    “The star is Michael Jackson – it’s not about name dropping and who else will be there,” producer Georg Kindel said.

    I don’t think Michael will be able to make it either, Georg. He’s dead, you see.

    “It seems that there is a lot of confusion regarding the confirmed talent for the tribute – we are rechecking and confirming each artist personally,” Kindel said.

    So you could say that you’re making a list, and you’re checking it twice.

    “I’m sure the show is going to be fantastic and I’m looking forward to seeing you there” – Katherine Jackson

    Oh dear, I hadn’t planned on going. Katherine will be so disappointed.

    Okay, I’ve had my fun.