Tuesday, November 25, 2008

knit.



drawing i did a while ago for a story about teaching prisoners to knit that is in the new issue of bejeezus magazine. i haven't seen it yet, but i'm pretty sure it's out now.
i have the last couple of issues and it's a really awesome magazine about homemade writing and art and music. i'd recommend it even if i didn't have a drawing in it, although this post would then make a lot less sense.

much like the other two habits i have, drinking coffee and pretending i don't know people that play that vampire role playing game, it has taken me only a couple of days to get severely addicted to twitter.

Saturday, November 22, 2008





Our toilet sounds like an xfiles episode. I've been too busy playing fallout3 do to anything else.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

i hate sundays page 2.



first page

i realized while i was coloring this that in almost every longer comic story i do, about half way through, the main character ends up with bandaged wounds and some sort of eye injury.



while there are other reasons for me doing this (conscious and unconscious), i'm sure, i think most of it has to do with the fact that i learned storytelling from the three most important texts of my generation; die hard, predator and robocop. as those movies teach you, your main characters must sustain multiple and increasingly severe injuries throughout the narrative until by the end they are covered in tattered bandages and essentially naked (see also: lethal weapon, terminator, mad max, the gospels). their progress through the story is marked on them physically. it's die hard characterization. this is 90% of the reason i liked the new bond movie. he puts on brand new clothes in the beginning of every scene, just so they could end up ripped and dirty. it was like 10 die hards. or 10 passion plays.

life is hard?



it's been a while. i have the slight temptation right now to use this blog for the main purpose blogs were created for in the first place, and type a bunch of shit-talk while crying empty tears of frustration, but i guess that's why i have a livejournal.
last week, i was insanely busy and mostly outside my apartment, which not only has led to deep existential questions and sociological confusion but also me falling behind on everything. i'm back on the horse, though. his name is javier. javier the horse. and together, we will complete all the drawings, writing, designs, emails, songs, ect. that are owed to everyone. and then we will ride off into the sunset, both of us, on the back of a much larger horse.

Friday, November 7, 2008

geek score.



one really weird, though awesome thing about my neighborhood is that, for some reason, every store doubles as a thrift/junk/used book store. it's kind of like the bardertown from mad max beyond thunderdome, if it was run by orthodox jews instead of tina turner (also every store sells alcohol. i think even the dry cleaners. they must give out liquor licenses for free). for no reason; the western union by me has, from my estimate, a few hundred marvel comics from the 70s and 80s in the back of the store that they sell for 99 cents each. i still really can't figure out why. i also can't figure out why it seems like they get more every time i go in there.
the other day, i picked up the 3 issue dune movie adaptation from the early 80s as i love all things dune and all things 99 cents. i expected, like every film to comic adaptation, a shitty, non sensical version of the movie on the inside. i was surprised that it's actually filled with gorgeous bill sienkiewicz art. sienkiewicz always reminded me of walt simonson on drugs or at least under the influence of 80s cyberpunk and a fine arts education. i guess this would be from right before (or during) his run on new mutants (i picked up a bunch of those at the same store a few months ago).
(too lazy to scan things right now).





after leaving there, we stumbled upon possibly the best used book store i have ever been in. the most impressive thing about it being that while it had an insane amount of books (it was sort of huge), everything was neatly arranged and in exact alphabetical order. being used to the book stores in brooklyn that are usually a pile of 1 million books thrown on the floor, i'm assuming the guy that runs it might have ocd.
every time i go into a used book store i buy whatever michael moorcock books they have there as he has written 6 million novels that are all out of print, the covers are always amazing, every junk store usually has at least a few and i really like them and their ridiculousness.
i found the time of the hawklords which is his novel about the band hawkwind in a future, dystopian galaxy playing what they think is the last concert ever, until they realize that as soon as they stop playing the universe becomes ill from music withdrawal and they have to find a cure. i'm pretty sure this book will influence the lyrics of the next 4000 go down, matthew songs.


f party.


my brother's engagement party is this weekend and i'm wondering if i should come up with a better answer to the question 'so what kind of work do you do now?' than my usual response of 'uhhh nothing.' though a couple of years ago, i did tell my extended family at a holiday party that i was dancing in front of the port authority for money, and that was met with mostly 'oh, good for you.'