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February 17th, 2010

Hello internet. I don't know how I feel about our sporadic encounters these days. One thing everyone is right about, however, is that probably eventually I am going to need a website. So things are going to have to change a little bit around here... in that regard. Yes.

Really I just wanted to say that because Casey needed photo refs for part of his thesis, I got to spend nearly an hour the other day pretending to be the teenaged human boy king of the lizard people! I ENJOYED IT.

In other news, would everyone I know and love please move into my room with me and keep me on task? I slept 19 hours yesterday. What the butt.

December 10th, 2009

AND NOW

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That is all.

November 21st, 2009

(Subject line courtesy of a totally rad 5th grader. We went to Burlington and made comics with grade-schoolers on Friday and it was the funniest shit ever. Kitty Wombat just wants to act out, man.)

WELL. WINTER OCCURS, EH. Well, not today, particularly, but it's a comin', which means the end of the semester, which means a lot of AAAAAAAAH GAWD-FACE-STABULATION JUMP-UNDER-A-FREIGHT-TRAIN FLAT-LUNG-SHAKY-LIMBED-DELERIOUS SPACE-OPERAS-OF-SELF-HATRED ANXIETY EXPLOSIONS!!! Um, and stress. There is a lesson I was supposed to have learned by now about time-management, a realistic scope of my own abilities, and prioritizing, but instead I just keep pulling all-nighters and not producing exellent finished work. WHOOPS.

DEAR SELF: for future, remember that little assignments you don't care about are not as important as cool shit like your Bibliomancy project. JERK.

But, hey, at least there's a cover:


Featuring Koriand'r Kahn's future hairdo.

Yeah, so, I dropped the ball on this one and didn't finish. But goddamn, it was still fun and I would be a lying liar if I said I wasn't a little bit psyched about where this thing is going.


(Page 4 last panel pencils. Um, they are on top of an 18-wheeler?)

MORAL: YOU SUCK. DON'T FUCK UP YOUR ANTHOLOGY PROJECT OR I WILL KILL YOU.

And now I would like to take the time to relay to you all a charming anecdote that exemplifies the treasured quaintness of small-town oral tradition and dissemination of information. But that would take a lot of effort so instead I will summarize it in horrible netspeak:

ME: WTF firetrucks?!
JOSÉ-LUIS: Pizza box chimney fire!
US: LOLZ!!!

YET THE COOLIDGE STILL STANDS.

October 28th, 2009

most of the toast

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HI FOLKS! SMILIN' STAN LEE HERE FROM THE LAND OF EXCLAMATORY SENTENCES!

Seriously, go read an old issue of the Fantastic Four. Man could not end in a period to save his life.

News and notes in a later post, but for now here's what's up in the land of diary comics...


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October 22nd, 2009

Is it Brooklyn yet?

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...'cause I'm really effing tired.



(There... weekly required diary comic turned into publications class coloring homework. Combining assignments. BISSETTE STAMP OF A-OK!)

GREETINGS FROM THE SECOND ALL-NIGHTER OF THE WEEK. FOR THOSE WHO MISSED THE MUSICAL MONTAGE RECAP, I MOVED BACK TO AMERICA AND NOW I GO TO CARTOON SCHOOL AND MAKE COMICS ALL THE GOD DAMN TIME AND IT'S AWESOME. BUT THE SLEEPING. AND THE NONE OF THAT. TEEHEE. GAAAH.

I just spent the last couple of days feverishly drawing insane and sweaty evangelical cat-people so I could learn the bitter, bitter disappointment of seeing your joyful work sullied by shoddy production methods. I GET IT NOW, OK, I APPRECIATE PHOTOSHOP AND I PROMISE TO CARE ABOUT NEATNESS NEXT TIME. JUST LET ME SLEEP, LUTES. LET ME SLEEEEP. Oh wells. It was a really fun crash-and-burn.

THINGS ABOUT PEOPLE WHO ARE IN THE LAB ALL NIGHT: they are crazy. That's about it. I have this bagel now, to take care of. So I'ma get on that. Crit T-minus 33 minutes. I fucking love cartoon school. Good morning everybody.


(Oh and I forgot, I'm on the internets! For money! What! Mine is the "Dilbert Stress Toy" comic. Colored AMAZINGLY by the awesome Alec Longstreth. Checkitout.

August 3rd, 2009

Annnnd--cut.

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GOODBYE FOR A WEEK, INTERNET. I will miss you.

RE: Life, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, ANYTIME, EVER? I do not understand that I am leaving this country. Does not compute; cannot process.

Thank god we're seeing Gokusen: the movie tomorrow. I think the only thing that can pull me out of this emo-spiral is a pigtailed high-school teacher beating up teenaged thugs with lolarious hair.


August 1st, 2009

MATHLETICS

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Eleven boxes X four flights of stairs X 12 steps per flight X it's humid X not enough coffee X your mom = BUY ME A MOTHERFUCKING ICE CREAM PLEASE.


....in conclusion: Moving is lame, but good for the gams.

...UM, SEE YOU NEXT WEEK?!

July 24th, 2009

The Walking Dead!

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If you haven't seen the interview Steve Bissette did with A.V. Club, it's pretty amazing.

On the creation of Constantine:

"And we wrote Alan, and said “We’re going to put Sting in the comic, and Alan, you better make it a character, because he’s not going to go away. We’re going to make him more and more visible, whether you like it or not.” So Alan made him John Constantine."

I love that man.

July 22nd, 2009

PANCED

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The boys made #2! NOT BAD, EH. Thanks to all those who gave the track a listen.

FROM NOW AND CONTINUING INTO THE INDETERMINABLE FUTURE.... I AM UNEMPLOYED.

....unemployedっていうか, I mean, work is over. We had a massive elementary school teachers' conference today that was far too long and boring for lame-duck ALTs like me to take it very seriously, but it DID involve an entire auditorium full of adults trying to do a hand-clapping game while singing the alphabet to a dance mix of "Yankee Doodle," AND they let us go outside at 10:45 to see the eclipse! Everybody scrambled outside with little plastic lens thingies and stared at the sun and went "OMG SCIENCE!!" and it was great.

But now work is done and I actually have to concentrate on leaving, and that is the opposite of great. So I put on a green visor and some leopard-print chucks (most of the clothes I have acquired in Japan I bought as a joke and now wear very seriously. None of you are going to like me when I get back. I am preparing to face this truth.) and met Al in Tenjin for a beer and some avocado with a side of lettuce-burger. Conversation went thuswise:

A: I could never with the word "partner."
B: AGREED. Are you a cop? Then shut up. LAME.
A: LAME. Although, "lame" is regrettable, too. But for entirely different and unfortunate reasons.
B: Don't get me started on "retarded," I will be here all night, not being able to explain myself.
(STATUS QUO)
A and B: general bahaha-ing
Jet Diner Employee: When you guys come in here, it's like it becomes a foreign country or some shit.
A and B: JAZZ HANDS

...sort of.

July 20th, 2009

DUDES! CHECK IT OUT:



Pance Party are at #6 on HypeMachine! Go heart them if you dig the track. Which you will, because this beat is FILTHY. They've got two more days to make #1. BUMP 'EM UP, BUDDY.

(Registering is free and painless... then you just click the little heart next to the track name.)

More tracks at their MySpace: http://www.panceparty.com
"Fuck Me I'm French" is an instant pool-party classic.
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