Quick! Someone should perfect a way to make a mouse that do not require hands to be used. My main idea was a laser pointer fixed on the eyes that keeps track of where you are looking at and moves the cursor there. It could be done with present day technology, and probably it already exists. Not sure if it is accurate enough to let you draw with it.
Second choice is telephatic commands, but that's farthest into the future.
Actually, the Giant doesn't need all of such fancy technology -- all he needs is ... a pair of Boxing Gloves!
Hey, if StrongBad* can do all that he does wearing them, there must be some property in them that allows one to do, well, just about anything. I'm sure the Giant could easily continue his work with such gloves...
(Yea, just trying to lighten the mood here - get well quick!)
*For those that don't know who StrongBad is, start here - but be warned, there is a lot there to see/do...
Hey Giant. I don't post very much but I wanted to take a minute and give you my best wishes for a speedy recovery! And, speaking from experience- I have a defect called spina bifida which required ALOT of corrective surgery - DON'T RUSH THE HEALING PROCESS! Take as much time as you need to get better. Trying to push yourself won't make things go any faster, they'll only make things worse.
And also, it's good to hear from you too, Mrs. Giant. Make sure Rich follows the doctor's orders!
I'm sorry to hear about your trouble Giant, and I hope you will get better soon! Don't rush it, though - I can wait, when it's for a good cause, and (hungry for new strips as we all are), your health definitely counts!
All the best to Mrs. Giant too!
Mr.Shizzles avatar by The Gremlin. Thanks!
Hey folks - the "F5 Club" over in the kickstarter comments section had an idea to put together a sort of digital get-well card for Rich. I volunteered to be the point of contact for collecting "signatures." If you'd like to sign the card, PM me (or e-mail email@example.com) with an image that you'd like to put in (I'd suggest some get-well wishes and a signature, but you could be creative and send a pic of yourself holding a sign or a sketch or whatever you want as long as it's vaguely appropriate to a get-well card). If you're not tech-savvy and don't know how to make an image or send a photo, you can just tell me what words to write in for you and I'll type them into the card on your behalf.
The more people we get, the more fun it will be for him to read, so please participate!
(Posted this twice since there were two get-well threads, hope that is OK )
Hey Giant... I'm sorry to that the path of your lfie has been strewn with such unfortunate cow patties, but I'm glad you're on the mend - and that it sounds like your spirits are high, too Take care of yourself, and get well soon. We'll be ready when you are.
And to Mrs Giant: tying Rich down is perfectly acceptable
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I'd rather have no updates until you're fully healed instead of having a few updates and you reinjure something. Glass cuts are terrible. Just take it easy. I still visit the main page, comic page, and the forums to make sure you get your ad revenue, so no bigs, man.
I sincerely hope you a swift and full recovery, Rich. It's not gonna happen overnight, but I believe that it will happen.
If you want a positive example, take Dave Mustaine of the heavy metal band Megadeth. His right arm was severely injured a few years ago, and being a guitar player he was unable to play and to practice his profession. For a while it seemed to be a very bleak situation for him, and he even split his band. However, he was able to make a full recovery, get back to his top form and to continue writing and playing music.
I believe that with help from your caring and wonderful wife (mrs. Giant) you'll be back when the world needs a hero. Then we all shall behold (with as many eyes that's necessary for beholding) Lord of the Sticks: The Return of The Giant!
You take care, Giant - and let yourself be taken care of by mrs. Giant. We all will be right here, waiting patiently for as long as it takes.
Thanks for the update, and, with everybody else, PLEASE don't rush things. You've brought a lot of joy and laughter into our lives, and we hope you'll be bringing more, but no sooner than is good for you. Take care of yourself.
And, Mrs. Giant, once again you are clearly the coolest wife in the entire world. Feel free to sit on him as necessary.
Yes. I want to read the latest comics. Yes I want the PDF stories. Yes, I've wanted the Therkla backstory for years. Yes I want you to continue the main comic as soon as you can. So I'm going to act selfish and say that I want you to have a long career of bringing me awesome comics.
In order to do that, you need to fully heal. Heal so well that the only result is an interesting scar on your hand. Don't do anything to jeopardize or risk that healing.
We're not going anywhere. I've been here for years, I'll be here for years to come. Take many moons to do what is necessary. Do the physical therapy 100% of the way. Don't risk your ability to draw, because I'm selfish and want you to keep drawing for many years to come.
If there was ever a time where the fans of the comic would be put to the true test, its now. The Kickstarter event was a great gauge, but this is even greater. It looks like we won't be seeing any new strips until sometime in December, or maybe even January. We're all used to waiting for a long time, but I don't think a new page ever took this long to come up. At the very least we have some idea of when we can expect a new one.
At any rate, we need only wait, and do what we always do. Argue over ever possible detail (and others that aren't there) until the new page is up. And then we rejoice and start all over again. Such a happy cycle...
Plus, if there were ever a reason to not believe in the whole 2012 Doom thing, its this. Or has that been debunked? Ah who cares, rest up Giant. You are, without a doubt, worth the wait.
I am the Lord of Naught, the ruler of the empty throne. I rule over nothing, I have nothing. Therefore, what have I to lose?
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.