Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
And ..... no. It didn't work.
It's StIlL shIftINg tO uPPer & LOwer case at randOM. Damn it all. But, the phone's nice and empty, so I'll have no problem leaving it at the Sprint store. Or the nearest dumpster. Yay.
In case there was any doubt I am a misguidedly soft-hearted dolt
I am about to hard-reset my Treo for the first time. I feel like a parent who's about to perform brain surgery on his child, even though that metaphor makes no sense and I know this. The back plate is off and the stylus is out, I'm holding red button down and about to tap the reset switch ... hail mary full of grace jack lord is with me bless that i style my women and bless ed who is the fruit in thy room jesus ....
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Dinner
Countdown to me telling Sprint to fuck off 7:59....
Why is it that the first thing to go on a smartphone is the Hotsync, so that you can't back up your personal data before taking it in to replace [read: get jerked around by some mall clerk to make you sign a new contract in order to get a replacement phone, which you've been paying five bucks a month for literally years as insurance for when it breaks?] it as soon as possible?
Monday, October 27, 2008
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Buying a winter coat
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Friday, October 24, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
New-To-Me Bands I Like, Part One of ... Five or Six .... maybe.
I was in Albany a few months ago, and caught the last few minutes of a great NPR performance from a Western-swing band with a remarkable female vocalist, but not their name. Luckily, I had a few of the songs, especially "Mister Man In The Moon" ["are you made out of green cheese? or are you simply a lonely man?"] on a loop in my mind for the entire drive home .... and after we arrived -- you know, come to think of it, those songs are still in my head. Anyway, the Google, it told me the band is the Blue Ribbon Boys With Julia Gottlieb, and I even found a rather-tinny sounding mp3 of the Albany show here. And, in the time since I bookmarked those links during one of my occasional breaks from lying on the floor and staring into my eventual oblivion, the band has released a swell CD on CDBaby.com.
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streamlining
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I CAN HAS CHEEZBURGER?
Pulp of the Day
Today's Inspiration
James Wolcott
MusicThingUK
Salon Comics
Frank Rich
Monday, October 20, 2008
More cartoonists talking with other cartoonists
Austin English has a new blog, 20 Questions with Cartoonists -- a lot of his questions are ones I've been thinking about asking a number of writers I know for a while now, so I like/envy 20cartoonquestions already.
Speaking of cartoonist chat, THE COMIX CLAPTRAP has posted its latest episode.
Speaking of cartoonist chat, THE COMIX CLAPTRAP has posted its latest episode.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Lunch and pumpkin-buying Saturday
Um, isn't this illeagal or something?
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Friday, October 17, 2008
Should you have to write a WWII comic book, always remember:
If you want the Red Skull to tell his goons to shoot Captain America, have him yell “Schiessen!” not “Scheissen!” which is only proper for him to yell if they miss. I learned this while Schiessening der Scheissen, if you know what I mean.
A long-delayed public apology
"Picasso Diied so that your light box could go to heaven."
In the summer of 1999, way back when I thought comics conventions were/could be more than flea markets for nerds and/or hipsters, I was appalled that the coverage of that year's Small Press Expo told me less about Craig Thompson, who had just released his first major work GOODBYE CHUNKY RICE and exponentially more about some dead-drunk kid who had slept it off in a recliner that some cartoonists had dragged into the hotel's elevator.
Utterly ridiculous, right? At the time, a debut graphic novel of RICE's size was unique and pretty special, so Thompson and all the potential and possibilities he presented should have been the story for that SPX. [I could be wrong, but I think that was also the year David Choe published SLOW JAMS, which I could argue is a far more positively influential work than RICE has been.] But no, let's mention the sleeping kid in the elevator and who we drank with at the beach party. All that's great, but, um, who's Craig Thompson?
By the way, the one useful thing I can recall from those con reports is Eddie Campbell's Six-Pack of Drunkenness: Jocose, Verbose, Bellicose, Lachrymose, Comatose and Morose in the morning.
Anyway, that drunk kid grew up to be ....
Victor Cayro, The Beard, Bald Eagles, the too-balls-out-to-be-smugly-ironic super-genius. Therefore, I was wrong to be annoyed that he got all the attention. I'd like to formally apologize to Victor and all SPX98 attendees involved in his passed-out-in-the-manger discovery for ever complaining about this. I stopped being annoyed about Craig's SPX98 outshining about three-fourths through BLANKETS, and realized I needed to write this about the same percentage into Victor's first piece in KRAMERS ERGOT.
Rare is the art that can stroll into the junk drawer of my subconscious, say BITCHES LEAVE to the coked-out hookers there [note to my girlfriend: this is a metaphor for the pop-culture garbage in said junk drawer, not actual women] shoot me in the legs and then leave a pin-less pineapple on my Occipital coffee table on the way out the door. [I would assume that S. Clay Wilson plays Dick Jones in the pre-explosion video.]
Speaking of video:
The videopus, TOUCH MY FACE:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Victor returns to SPX, and You Are There.
In the summer of 1999, way back when I thought comics conventions were/could be more than flea markets for nerds and/or hipsters, I was appalled that the coverage of that year's Small Press Expo told me less about Craig Thompson, who had just released his first major work GOODBYE CHUNKY RICE and exponentially more about some dead-drunk kid who had slept it off in a recliner that some cartoonists had dragged into the hotel's elevator.
Utterly ridiculous, right? At the time, a debut graphic novel of RICE's size was unique and pretty special, so Thompson and all the potential and possibilities he presented should have been the story for that SPX. [I could be wrong, but I think that was also the year David Choe published SLOW JAMS, which I could argue is a far more positively influential work than RICE has been.] But no, let's mention the sleeping kid in the elevator and who we drank with at the beach party. All that's great, but, um, who's Craig Thompson?
By the way, the one useful thing I can recall from those con reports is Eddie Campbell's Six-Pack of Drunkenness: Jocose, Verbose, Bellicose, Lachrymose, Comatose and Morose in the morning.
Anyway, that drunk kid grew up to be ....
Victor Cayro, The Beard, Bald Eagles, the too-balls-out-to-be-smugly-ironic super-genius. Therefore, I was wrong to be annoyed that he got all the attention. I'd like to formally apologize to Victor and all SPX98 attendees involved in his passed-out-in-the-manger discovery for ever complaining about this. I stopped being annoyed about Craig's SPX98 outshining about three-fourths through BLANKETS, and realized I needed to write this about the same percentage into Victor's first piece in KRAMERS ERGOT.
Rare is the art that can stroll into the junk drawer of my subconscious, say BITCHES LEAVE to the coked-out hookers there [note to my girlfriend: this is a metaphor for the pop-culture garbage in said junk drawer, not actual women] shoot me in the legs and then leave a pin-less pineapple on my Occipital coffee table on the way out the door. [I would assume that S. Clay Wilson plays Dick Jones in the pre-explosion video.]
Speaking of video:
The videopus, TOUCH MY FACE:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Victor returns to SPX, and You Are There.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
a PSA for my fellow [fat-]cat peoples
From all I've seen, Feline Diabetes is as miserable for everyone involved as it is avoidable. Junk carbs are as bad for them as they are for us. So, um, knock it off already. Little Man and I thank you.
Ooo, geothermal loops
[Cleaning out my bookmarks:] I like when my innate stinginess and moral compass get to work together, so while it's unlikely that I'll ever be able to afford hiring Grooters, Leapaldt, Tideman Architects to design my house, I have enjoyed watching their ingenious vision for the Kennedy Community School in St. Joseph, Minnesota being built. The school looks great and the eco-friendly technologies used in its construction are sure to start saving its taxpayers money almost immediately. I would love to see Dan Zettwoch draw a comic about the building.
[It's been a while since I visited the webcam, which isn't nearly as visually exciting as it was this summer. It's probably all built, which means I missed the pre-completion disposal of mobster corpses in a fill dump; at least, that's what they do to celebrate a new building where I come from.]
[It's been a while since I visited the webcam, which isn't nearly as visually exciting as it was this summer. It's probably all built, which means I missed the pre-completion disposal of mobster corpses in a fill dump; at least, that's what they do to celebrate a new building where I come from.]
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I have been commissioned to write an autobiography and I would be grateful to any of your readers who could tell me what I was doing between 1960-1974
It's been a while, but I've decided to resume using this platform for more than image-blogging and the occasional text post. I've decided to cease seeking the explanation for my disappearance of the last few years, and improvements to Blogger Beta have solved a major problem I had with my blog writing -- namely, my tendency to write nothing for five days and then bang out five sizable posts at once. Huzzah for the new, um, pre-date [close enough] scheduling feature!
The Comment feature for posts is back on, so let me ask: Who are you, why are you here and why do you come back? [If you come back, of course.]
The Comment feature for posts is back on, so let me ask: Who are you, why are you here and why do you come back? [If you come back, of course.]
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
nerdchatz
Rina Ayuyang and Thien Pham just launched a great little podcast called Comix Claptrap -- I enjoyed the first one more than any given year of either of the other comics chat shows. I haven't heard the latest episode [featuring Renee French] because I'm still enjoying the first one -- I've listened to it one and a half times, and I don't want that two hours of my life back. I even saved the MP3 file, which might be the first time I've done that with these things.
I could listen to Thien talk shit about crap for hours; even when he's wrong [although his idea of how the Ignatz judging works is actually a dozen times better than the blandly secretive logroll that it is] he's far more engaging than the somnambulant mediocrities who've been podcasting so far. If you like the arty funnybooks, I recommend this one.
I could listen to Thien talk shit about crap for hours; even when he's wrong [although his idea of how the Ignatz judging works is actually a dozen times better than the blandly secretive logroll that it is] he's far more engaging than the somnambulant mediocrities who've been podcasting so far. If you like the arty funnybooks, I recommend this one.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
a thought jessica didn't think much of
The Duke brothers (of Hazzard County) drove around in an adverb.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Finally caught up ... Again.
October 3 2008
Oh, one more
Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Monday, October 06, 2008
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Saturday, October 04, 2008
Friday, October 03, 2008
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
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