The "Christmas Cheer"

Look Out for the Flying Head!

Fuck Dust

The shitty drawing above was actually created yesterday, during my fourth hour block-class when I was feeling feverish. I've been sick, man. Sick enough to miss out on school today. This morning I could hardly speak, my throat was so swollen and my sinuses so backed up. Gross. I wasn't planning on missing any class for a good while, but remembering how I was feeling yesterday -- suffering from illness while attempting to go through the academic motions -- I'm glad I did stay home. No misery here as long as I'm home alone.

Without my siblings heckling at me whenever I leave my room or my father's verbal abuse putting me down, I can enjoy living here. Well, as soon as I clean up the shithole first. Never do I miss an opportunity to do that. Believe me. If I can have only a few hours in this place when it's not a filthy pigsty hit by a tornado, I will work my ass off. Even if my dust allergies kick in like they did today and make it more painful to clean than usual, I'll give it my best shot. A clean, quiet place will keep me happy.

I'm gonna go watch Pulp Fiction again. Along with all my friends, I adore Quentin Tarantino. Hands up for generation X, mang! Woo woo.

Bad Geners

Why is this creepy little man so difficult to draw? Anybody who's tried to draw Papa Gene Ween will relate with me here. I've tried numerous times to get his likeness down in a drawing, and every time it's been a no-mercy, tooth-and-nail battle among my eyes, a still of Gene, and my right hand. Gonads and strife, ladies and gentlemen.

Here I am watching that '97 Ween DVD I snatched up, digging it a whole lot -- and every once and awhile, I'll pause the picture and do a quick sketch. This is a normal thing for me to do. Usually the sketches ain't so bad, but since this time Gener was involved I got myself all frustrated. Sorry Papa, you're a tough one to transfer to the canvas. Maybe you should quit having such solid proportions while looking extremely different depending on your expression/angle. Gosh! It's embarassing me, mang. Look at this crap:


Oh, I just suck right? Here, I'll prove to you that Gene Ween has a tricky face (a beautiful face, but a tricky one). Observe this tacky graphic I pasted together just now:

That's all the same fella! And the photos selected are within a decade. Right about now you can eat my balls.

Ees Eet Green, Ees Eet Red...

EES EET ALIVE OR EES EET DED?


Yes, my friends. I can't put my finger on it. My translation is probably off in some manner, but I was jus' havin' fun anyway. The Spanish equivalent of that phrase is probably something entirely different. I was just in the mood to draw something grotey that wasn't a humanoid of some sort for once. "Hey, why not a dripping kebab/enchilada/gyro lookin' thing in a MAD magazine gross-out style with obnoxious yellow letters?" I said to myself. I think it worked out.

Buh Buh Shake It

Last night Alanna showed me some photos of a cool chicky with some fashion frenzy. She looked like she was born to wear exotic makeup and dress up in neat little home-made wares. I got a sprinkle of inspiration and came up with this fun-lovin' floozy:


In other news, school is a big pain in my ass. For the first time in my life I'm scoring a D in English, and it's all due to my teacher coming up with a mushy interview assignment (I always skip those) and then revolving the rest of our assignments for the semester around it. Cheap! I should have done what Nick did and have just fabricated the entire biography element. At least then I could've got creative about it.

Eh eh eh, art is more important. Without polishing my skills, I may never live my dream of being a starving arteest! I'll be damned if I don't get those patched elbows.

Rollin' and Weenin'

If you know me, you know I love Ween. I'm a Weener, a Weenie, a thirsty follower of the demon-god Boognish and his two dashing prophets. They are whom I seek guidance of when I am carbonating the test tube, drilling the corpse lobe. Oh! When I awake morning, I am greeted by a colourful shrine depicting Boognish in all his brownness. I surround myself with His glory. This is the life I lead, day and night.

So lately I have renewed my interest in downloading (and sharing) Ween shows thru Brown Tracker, my favourite bit torrent site. There, generous folk upload gig-after-gig of delicious musical ceremony praising He. The seat of my pants sizzles just thinking about it. Just today my download of the 1997 Long Branch, NJ show finished. I have not watched it yet, but I'm rather excited to do so. For the obvious reason and also because it's filmed with 8mm at a very close range. The lighting is dim, but the spirit burns brightly.

By the way, the drawing above is my lacking portrayal of both Ween brothers. I know Gener looks like a creepy old lady and Dean appears nothing short of rotarded; however, I will assure you that I was feelin' the love while I was drawing that. Yeah man, I was running on Pure Guava (plus all five parts of "The Stallion", take that muthafuckas!).

Peace.

Ahh...Progress

Since last night, I've made satisfying progress all-around. I haven't had that feeling for awhile. Thanksgiving Break is over, and I haven't done a lick of school work -- I haven't even been reading Lust For Life (I'm supposed to finish that book by the first week of December, oops). The last time I left the house was Tuesday's wild "Wii Party". All my plans to hang with the guys fell through. But I feel as though I've been productive nonetheless.

Sanchito came about, you see. We started a big collaborative project months ago for Gorillaz Unofficial. He drew up a badass group shot of Murdoc, Noodle, 2D, and Russel. I mean, almost flawless (and I can't often say that about Gorillaz fanart). It got delayed recently because I need him around for direction and his internet went and crapped out on 'im for a bit. Now that he's back and we've started up again, I have more vigor for the collaboration than ever before.

I'm honoured to be a part of the job; I want it to knock peoples' socks off when it's done. Here's a li'l peek of what I worked on today:


One component of several. I can't estimate how long it may take to complete, but you can set your watch and warrant that it'll be before the New Year. Unless somebody dies. Otherwise, Gorillaz Unofficial will be getting a nice present this Christmas.

Thanks for makin' me feel important, Sancho!