Monday, December 07, 2009
Return of the Stripper
Last week I spent all my non-work hours gathering together the images for the book. Would you believe that the final image count is over 3000, representing over 2300 separate titles? And that's after having to very reluctantly dump most of the material I scanned back in the 1990s. Back then with 640 x 480 displays those scans looked just fine, but with today's higher resolution monitors many of them looked more like postage stamps than comic strips. Yeah, I know, comics today ARE the size of postage stamps, but try showing a classic era Sunday at that size. Yuck. I probably rejected at least 500 images, a process that was just as depressing as it sounds.
Luckily I've gotten much smarter about archiving my scans since those days. Here's a tip for my fellow scanners. Pretty much everything I scan these days I archive both as a screen-quality version and a print-quality 600 dpi image. The next time screen resolution takes a jump I'm safe from another process of weeding out material that's no longer up to snuff. All I'd have to do is run a Photoshop batch process to resample those high quality versions for whatever is appropriate screen resolution at the time.
Tomorrow be prepared for an extravaganza -- the Stripper's Guide blog returns with eight, yes, eight, obscurities all in one post!
By the way, on my computer the Stripper's Guide blog page has been REALLLY slow to load the past few weeks. Are you guys having the same problem?
Y'know, I seriously considered not including Little Iodine in the listings. I love comic strips, good and bad. The good ones I enjoy, the bad ones have me pulling for them to get better. But I truly loathe Little Iodine. I'd rather eat a meal of liver and cauliflower, both of which make me retch, to reading a Little Iodine strip. The Orlando Sentinel ran that damn thing every Sunday, and every Sunday I'd read the stupid thing just so I could yell "THAT'S NOT FUNNY ... AGAIN!" to no one in particular. Why did Bob Dunn, a very funny guy, write that crap? Why did Hy Eisman, a fine cartoonist, draw it? I was certain that it was specifically created just to torture me. Thirty years later I still get the heebie-jeebies when I see red-headed little girls. And if they turn out to be precocious ... well ... let's just say the jury would be in for an entertaining trial.
maybe a reader survey( in at least a semi-serious vein) of what the worst may be could be taken. I think few will pick on the little Tremblechin brat.