Kelci D Crawford

I’ve been in may different parts of Ohio, too. I grew up in the southeast hills by the Ohio River, went to high school in central Ohio, studied art and business in the Northwest, worked in the Northeast, and moved back Southeast. I’ve visited the southwest a few times, but no one wants to live there.

This was my view during the first 14 years of my life.

Cedar Point at Night, before Disaster Transport was torn down to be replaced with Gatekeeper.

Some Bowling Green State University

Ok this is West Virginia, but it’s a ten-minute drive outside of my house, that’s how close to the river I am.

And while I grew up, I visited so many states and cities. New York, Key West, Virginia Beach, New Jersey, Milwaukee, Chicago, Cadillac Ranch, the Navajo Reservation, and so many other places that if I listed them all the blog would be too long.

My crew and I stopped at the bottom of Canyon du Chelley in Arizona to wade in the “river”.

No sketching done today. My wrist was having fits just trying to hold itself upright. I still managed to do some editing to a page for Johnson & Sir though.

But I DID go to the library and the bookstore. I bought the last big volume of the Dragonball series!

Image courtesy of this link.

I’m not even halfway through it and I love it SO much! I’m such a huge dork for the Dragonball series, but this volume just makes me remember why I love it: the fight scenes, the shenanigans, and Toriyama-sensei’s little in-jokes (like in a panel he catches a mistake he made in drawing King Piccolo and adds the caption “He grew a finger!”).

Dragonball is a great series, and if you decide to move on to Dragonball Z, then trust me: Dragonball Z will make a LOT more sense.

Wonder why Piccolo is a green alien dude? Dragonball.

Wonder why Tien has a third eye? Dragonball.

Wonder why characters can fly? Dragonball.

And why are half of the citizens bipedal animals like cats and rabbits? And who the F is Oolong?!

Dragonball.

Anyway, then I went to the library and got myself Neil Gaiman’s American Gods (to compensate that I can’t read The Ocean at the End of the Lane yet) and the second and third volumes of Scott Pilgrim.

And in preparation for moving to Phoenix, Arizona, I went ahead and bought some extra shorts.

“Wait!” you say, “You’re planning on moving to Arizona?! WHEN?!”

I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow.

Thank you all for your support, and for not forgetting to be awesome!

P.S. Since you now know I’m a huge dork for Dragonball, you can read my thoughts on Dragonball Z Kai in a previous blog post, if you like.

Last night I managed to squeeze in a sketch. A watercolor sketch, no less!

Developing a sense of scale of the Dragons in The Legend of Jamie Roberts.

But then when that was done my wrist went, “NOPE.” And I’ve been in too much pain to attempt to draw again today.

So I spent most of the day answering comments on Validation, up until Marc the Boyfriend came over and we baked mini s’mores pies.

They fit in your hand and they are adorable.

It was tricky to get the marshmallows brown like that. Marc considered broiling them and I went, “No! Bad idea!” Because the last time I set anything to broil in an oven, the whole house stunk of ham for a week and everyone in the house got sick. Granted, I was ten when it happened, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice and ruin perfectly good s’mores pies.

Instead we set up a rack on the uppermost shelf in the oven, set it to bake at 350 degrees, and watched them carefully to make sure the marshmallows on top wouldn’t melt over the rim.

If you’re interested in a recipe, it’s really simple: Keebler mini-graham cracker pie shells, marshmallow fluff, Hersey bars, chocolate pudding mixed with baking cocoa, and marshmallows on top. Bake at 350 degrees for ten to twenty minutes or until the marshmallows are golden, and bam! You’re done.

The rest of my day was spent on Tumblr or reading the pile of World War Hulk comics Marc lent me to read.

So far, I have read the volumes World War Hulk, Frontline, Gamma Corps, The Incredible Hercules, and Warbound, in that order. They have to be read in a particular order because they all fall into a bizarre little timeline that can be hard to keep track of if you don’t know what you’re doing. And of course you need to read Planet Hulk before you get to any of them for any of these books to make ANY DAMN SENSE.

Thankfully I did all of that.

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Of all the books, I enjoyed The Incredible Hercules the most. The characterization of everybody involved in the story was incredible and fun, and I thoroughly enjoyed all the action! And of course the art was gorgeous.

My two least favorite books, I hate to say, were Warbound and Front Line, with the latter being my least favorite. Warbound had some great moments, especially with Hiroim (my favorite of all the Warbound buddies of the Hulk), but there came points in dialogue, especially between Kate Waynesboro and The Leader, that felt like the first 40 second of THIS:

“Oh I know.” “I know you know.” “I knew that, and I know you knew I knew.” “Well you know, I knew you’d know I know you new.”

GAH! It was infuriating to keep up with!

Overall though, I would still recommend these comics to anybody that likes the Hulk. Or revenge. Or gladiators. The whole story arc has a gladiatorial theme to it (let’s face it: Planet Hulk was the Hulk in Space Rome).

That’s all for the day! I’ll be making another post tomorrow. Hopefully I can get some cool research done for The Legend of Jamie Roberts. I’m inspired!

Thank you for your support, and for not forgetting to be awesome!

I broke my drawing wrist.

So, it’s kind of a funny story.

Marc the Boyfriend gifted me a pair of roller blades:

Because though the boy can balance on stilts, he can’t balance on these things.

I used to skate all the time as a kid, so I looked at them, fangirl squealed, and rolled around in them in his driveway for half an hour before he said, “You can have them.”

Later that night I was so excited to ride in them again that I put them on and went down the street in front of my house.

Unfortunately, it’s a slope. Unfortunately, I was going too fast. And when I tried to stop, I rolled and jammed my wrist.

That was when my wrist swelled up more than it should have.

I was in no shape to drive, so mom drove me over to the emergency room. Marc came in a little later, because he had to work.

Three X-rays and two hours later, the doctors said the wrist was broken.

The next day, I went to the orthopedic doctor and got a cast and official diagnosis.

I broke the bone circled above. Image courtesy of this link.

The doctor said the distal radius was fractured, but no other bones were broken. None of the bones were displaced, so all that was needed was a cast for the first month, and then most likely a splint for the month after.

He did say that I can keep making art as a form of therapy, to keep my fingers exercising, but to give my wrist a rest when it hurts too much.

So make art I did!

Here’s my cast, along with a piece of art I finished the day before yesterday.

I’ll be selling these on eBay soon.

Of course they’re not the best art I’ve made, but considering my limited wrist use, they turned out ok. At this point, however, I can’t draw details and my hand is not steady at all.

Unfortunately a broken wrist means that both comics-making and freelance work will have to be put on hold for a while, at least until I feel well enough to get back to them again.

I’ll do a shameless plug for my stores in the next blog post.

Until then, Johnson & Sir and Mini-Comic Theater are still updating, and during this month I’ll be updating this blog more frequently (perhaps even to making one blog post a day! Oh My!). Typing out blog posts is still good exercise for my injured wrist.

Thank you for your understanding and your support! And thanks for not forgetting to be awesome!