A year ago the potboilers came screaming into the world. 14 lbs and 6 ounces of quirky optimism covered in warm placenta, endless comic adventures seamed inevitable. It’s two fathers, joined in love and admiration, cared and nurtured their beloved with constant attention. A month, two months, their baby was walking at a brisk pace, wide eyed and focused on the future. Then a stone in the path, a separation of space and time that no form of technology could bridge. All attempts to care for their child were befuddled by the incongruities of separate lives wedging further away by the day. As each dad attempted to carve out a piece of the professional pie, potboilers was neglected. Finally the slow and sporadic updates and additions stopped all together and Potboilers sat unattended, in a dark corner of the internet while the two men’s careers carried on.
Fast forward 6 whole months, and we find both dads well set in their separate worlds. Greg’s slightly neurotic tenancies have imploded, molding a man who’s ambitions cry over the noises of his internal emergency functions. He’s headed on the rock star path that starts hard and fast and ends in one of two ways, death or glory.
David picked a random metropolis and began to build a nest. His career path has him facilitating the rolling pile that is the corporate world. 95% of print design ends up in a land fill within a week of rolling off the presses ( I made that up to sound more tragic, I have no idea what the percentage is but I’m sure it’s a lot). His creative outlets have been cut off one by one like limbs in the band saw. This brings us to the present, as David desperately searches for his creative roots the potboilers calls out to him. Like the giving tree, it has a purpose again and delights at the attention. Change is in the air, where greg and dave were a well oiled machine of checks and balances, david’s cooped up ideas have a tendency to vomit on to page and become half cocked concepts of the ridicules nature. Prepare for rough seas ahead.
Hi folks,
As you can see, the comics not up yet. The holiday craziness has come down on the potboiler gang so hold your proverbial horses and keep one eye on the horizon this tuesday for the new comic’s arrival. Until then let me sprinkle some wisdom down on you last minute shoppers out there. Buttery ribbons make a delicious holiday gift for young and old, mmm delectable!
As Greg and I discussed the comic for this week we had some trouble communicating our ideas for the general layout. Greg tried to use an alternative, “visual” route instead of a more detailed explanation and then this happened. Now we know why Greg draws with word and leaves the picture making to well, others.
I was minding my own business this morning, working hard on work, you know… nose to the grindstone and all, when Joe, a fellow worker, sends me this YouTube deal in one of those instant e-mailers. I’m still catching on to this YouTube business, but it’s quite a deal. Man this internet… it has everything you’d want.
CSI: Miami is a modern potboiler, or at least that’s how we see it. While it’s not the best example (see Walker: Texas Ranger) of a potboilin’ television series, this little diddy brings it all home with a patented one-liner-pre-intro-sequence formula. That’s the kind of gold we’re mining for over here on our comic, hopefully we can strike it rich!
“Looks like we struck more than just gold…” ::puts sunglasses on::
We’re Greg’n'Dave, a couple of guys who like writing and drawing (respectively). You can find out more about us by clicking that baby-blue link… if you want. If you’re hard-core, you won’t click the link, [only click blood-red links] you’ll just continue on, in fact, you’ve probably stopped reading by now if you’re true-blue-hard-core. Now the rest of us can breathe easy and relax in the comments section below.
Tough room.
Anyway… Welcome to another web-comic, come on in and stay awhile, or maybe just 5 minutes every week. We update weekly with a new comic about our exciting [dull] daily life or the ongoing potboiler. If you’re unfamiliar with the term, check out that ol’ bullshitter Wikipedia. He’s always good for a story or two, even though it’s only half true, at least it’s entertaining. [thepotboilers.com does not condone the dissing of any dictionaries or -pedias, in fact, we use them all the time and find them unusually reliable.]
Potboiler or pot-boiler is a term used to describe a poor quality novel, play, opera, or film, or other creative work that was created quickly to make money to pay for the creator’s daily expenses (thus the imagery of “boil the pot”[1], which means “to provide one’s livelihood”[2]). Authors who create potboiler novels or screenplays are sometimes called hack writers. Novels deemed to be potboilers may also be called pulp fiction or “page-turners”, and potboiler films may be called “popcorn movies” or, in film industry slang, “tentpoles” (large-budget films typically based on well-known characters or prior works, which, due to their immense popularity, support the studio economically, like tent poles hold up a tent).
~Wikipedia
Basically the shtick with this comic is based on those terrible [read: terribly awesome] novels/movies that we all love to laugh at [not with]. Here and there we’ll be peppering the weekly musings of our daily life with extended dramas/comedies and other such story-arc nonsense in hopes of entertaining the masses [you]. Sorry. You are part of the masses, I know it’s a tough pill to swallow… take your time. Good. Now that we have you medicated, drool your way to our rss feed and subscribe to this bad boy.
We also have your token donation option in the upper part of the sidebar just over there on the right. Greg is perpetually dancing a one-legged jig for you all, in hopes of making a buck or two to keep the dream alive. Please keep the dream alive, because nearly all dreams have terrible immune systems, even a sneeze can kill a dream. Don’t do it for our sake, do it for the warm snuggly fuzzy puppy-faced dreams. They’d do it for you…[/guiltTrip]