Daniel Woolley

Answering the Hipster Question

February 8th, 2012

There’s a question every indy comic writer asks himself, or should.

Long after he makes the decision to write comics rather then taking that advertising internship he was offered.

Comfortably after an all night marathon spent watching 90’s cartoon shows when he should be writing.

Shortly after a day out on the town spent drinking bacon-maple chai lattes and buying his first thrift-store tweed jacket with the patches on the elbows.

The question hit me like a ton of skinny jean wearing bricks:

Am I a hipster now?

It’s a tough question mainly because really, what the hell does that mean?

I always defined a hipster as someone who used to be a geek but whom, when the subculture gained some legitimacy, tried to cash in on the cache’. And that was scary, because it’s cowardly and craven, but I have to admit, I enjoy the fact that not as many peoples eyes glaze over when I tell them what I do as would used to.

However I’ve been told there’s something I was omitting from the definition.

If you’ve ever heard the expression in the art world that “sincerity is death” this is apparently the hipster’s mantra. They were geeks, and do revel in the current popularity of the geek niche, but this new-found wider acceptance has become more important to them then the things they used to enjoy. So they indulge in such things only because they are now cool, instead of genuine enjoyment, and when confronted will immediately site some justification. Kitsch, “irony”, or an attempt at reinvention.

Douche Bags.

It’s nice to know where I stand though.

I don’t write comics because they’re popular at the moment, and maybe I can sell some movie rights. Nor in some attempt to elevate the form. I do it because I love them, they have always been great, and are my favorite form of storytelling.

Go ahead and make fun, But I will still tear through a season of Darkwing Duck, and DvR Pokemon to this day in genuine enjoyment, not in some attempt at ironic mockery.

And the Tweed jacket isn’t for camp value, I think it looks good… ok, I needed someplace to keep my sonic screwdriver, still valid reasoning.

And the chai lattes are just delicious,


A giant geek, not a huge hipster.

Photos by Megan Schuirmann and Karin Dalziel.

Well That Was a Year of Hosting Fees Well Spent.

February 2nd, 2012

As it turns out of the 9 jobs involved in being an indy writer, this is the one I’m most comfortable ignoring.

But well, note to self, get over it. Keeping a web presence is important, if you don’t then all the people who might want to buy your stuff will have no idea when the next issues out, what the next project is, or that any of it exists at all. In that spirit I promise regular posts on the threat of severe self inflected qwerty head trauma. That’s right, either I will pound the keyboard, or the keyboard will pound me. My pledge to you.

So, like I said in my first post I’ll try to make this site as fun and entertaining as I can to balance the horrible self indulgence of having my own website. I have a few neat ideas which I’m toying with, we’ll see how they turn out. Also the links will all be finished soon, there’s something kind of big in the works that I want to have resolved before I put the “buy” link up.

Anyway, See you soon. (and this time I mean it.) and until then I’ll leave you with yours truly, contemplating a modern art installation in Vegas.

I don't get it.