The Sleazo Sketchtown Blog

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More Gorillaz Previews...

2006-12-03T22:46:00.000-05:00

The "Christmas Cheer"

2006-12-02T23:22:00.000-05:00

Look Out for the Flying Head!

2006-12-02T12:40:00.000-05:00

Fuck Dust

2006-12-01T15:31:00.000-05:00

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

2006-11-30T17:09:00.000-05:00

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...

2006-11-29T22:05:00.000-05:00

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

2006-11-28T17:46:00.000-05:00

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'

2006-11-27T23:30:00.000-05:00

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

2006-11-26T21:31:00.000-05:00

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!

Beta: Holy Balls!

2006-11-25T13:13:00.000-05:00

It's a nice coincidence that the day I start feeling the urge to blog words again is the opening of Blogger Beta. The new system's good to me, it's encouraged me to try and keep this thing regular. Is it possible? Maybe.

See, I was reading posts in my ol' Livejournal, which I haven't touched for nearly a year now, and I got an itch. I saw those chunky blocks of text, the pretentiously descriptive records of my daily events. Hopes. Dreams. Angst. Hey, why can't I do that anymore? Well, I'm more stable these days -- I don't freak out if I get disorganized for a bit. But what if I shot for moderation? I could just take some time to talk about what's going on whenever I felt right to do so. That's what normal bloggers do anyway, right? I'll post my sketches and touch on life...occasionally.

I like having freedom. Being a slave to your website is for crazy numbnuts like my past self. Now I should be satisfy myself with a loose routine. Here's for my fight against unecessary stress. Hotcha!

PS: My Last.fm thang suddenly started working today, too. Checkit:

My Ass is on Fire

2006-11-24T15:44:00.000-05:00

Rather distressing, ain't it? I can't say I was in a bad mood when I drew that, I was feelin' pretty swell actually. It's funny how some sinister music can turn the mood of a piece of art around entirely if you get into it. I doubt it would've come out so angry and scary if I had been listening to, let's say, Norah Jones instead of Mr. Bungle.

The likenesses of Clay, Nick, and Jim at the top were rather incidental. Although I did experience some insecurity in their presence recently (I may talk about that later), I feel no hostility toward them. Not one bit. They've only brought good things into my life; so I have no clue why they're so threatening in this particular piece. It must have just happened in the spirit of Mike Patton's insane shouting in "My Ass is on Fire". No personal connotations here, sir.

More Oldies/'04 Revival

2006-11-23T18:19:00.000-05:00

Opened up another old sketchbook, this time one a bit more recent. 2004. That was an awkward year for me and everyone I know. My art was more manic then, except when I went through that phase where I did everything in pencil with uber thick lines. The rest of the time, I sketched rapidly with no precision -- pages of the book I was looking in were garbled, overflowing with underdeveloped characters and illegible writing. I redrew what I could make out from the mess and ended up with this:

It's a relief that I've cleaned up my act so much since 2004. One can now tell what's going on in my art to some degree. There's also not so many goddamned robots everywhere, why was I so infatuated with those things? I would undertstand if they were cool robots, but they surely were not. They had super deriative designs: big rectangle heads, simple claw hands, huge circular eyes, and hinged jaws. Ah, I guess they weren't so bad...still, if you saw how many of them there are in my old sketchbooks, you'd get sick of 'em fast.

An Assortment of Oldies

2006-11-22T20:09:00.000-05:00

I've discovered that a good artsy exercise for me is to redraw things from my old sketchbooks. Whenever I'm feeling dry in the inspiration department, I'll crack open an ancient annal chock full of crude characters like Jason the Vampire, Lillian Jeffrey, Benjamin, Jeremy, Skii Iei (a Rayman fancharacter), Funsize, Casper Koltan, and many others. I get a real kick out of redesigning the old drawings, it can be quite a learning experience seeing how I constructed things back then compared to now. Such obvious improvement is a relief.

Here's a page of redrawn oldies from a 2003 sketchbook (what a nasty year indeed!):

...And some more from a 2002 sketchbook (you would cough up turds if you saw the originals):

An old dream of mine was to have an art site called "Dead Bunny Studios". No Joke. How did I take myself seriously back then?

Love and Hate

2006-11-21T16:33:00.000-05:00

The sketch above was one day late for The Day of Rememberance. It's not so appropriate as a tribute to thousands of hate crime victims, but I was just feeling so full of love I didn't want to focus on the negative. Transphobic violence makes me sick to my ill-prone belly. Rather, I like to think about successful transpeople, especially those who've found love and acceptance.

The situation in my drawing -- two transpeople in a heterosexual relationship -- is very unusual, but I felt it got my point across easily. These two don't represent all trannies, of course. I just wanted to portray a transwoman and a transman both in early stages of their transitions. I admire those who struggle in spite of society's norms to change their lives for the better and make way for others like them. Therefore, I looove trannies.

Now for some hate to balance out all that mooshy lovin':

WEASEL BRAWL!

SPUMCO?

2006-11-20T21:04:00.000-05:00

Woah-ho! I bought the Ren & Stimpy Lost Episodes DVD recently, and I gotta say: Those nutty SPUMCO bastards are my heroes. John Kricfalusi can be a real dick, but I can't help but follow his word and love everything he creates. The whole crew were a hoot in the commentary. My hat's off for those fellas and ladehs, making all-out cartoons and loving it. I only wish that one day I too can assemble a creative force o' weirdos.

In the spirit of Naked Beach Frenzy, here's a wide-eyed chicky naked and covered in suds. I drew it in Spanish class, so I had some kids peering over my shoulders, laughing like Beavis & Butthead ("Huh-huh, huh-huh, huh-huh, boobies"). Nobody was disgusted by this drawing except for those who mistook the soap for bukkake emissions. There's something new.

Caroline Says

2006-11-19T14:27:00.000-05:00

Last night I was up late listening to Lou Reed's Berlin and staring at a blank sheet of paper. Eventually I came up with a couple of sketches (see below), but the juice just wasn't flowin' that night. I became more interested in the music than what I was drawing. That just happens. What I wish I could do all the time is become absorbed in the art and the music at the same time, letting the sounds push my hand along in a rythmic pace. That's when I do my best stuff (except for when I'm really bored at school, I swear that makes masterpieces).

A Good Night

2006-11-18T17:28:00.000-05:00

This entry is backdated for the sake of organization. I couldn't have possibly posted this art on the day of the event, for I was out all damned night. In front of Walmart. Clay was in line for the Nintendo Wii, and I was there to keep him company.

Clay simply had nothing better to do than sit in the cold for 14 hours so he could be the first guy in Englewood with a Wii. I was all for it because I knew it'd give me the perfect chance to spend time with him without feeling like a bother. He'd be there either way, so I'm sure he preferred some company. It would have been a blast if Jim and Nick could have stuck around too (they visited for an hour or so), but I enjoyed every hour in the cold with just Clay.

I did a couple life drawings that night, as well as some situational cartoons. Drawing with cold fingers was a rather nostalgic experience.

Clay wasn't really an ingrateful bastard as he is in the cartoon below, I was just makin' a funny. Truly, he was very good to me.

I'm so lucky to have been able to stay there with him for the whole night -- it allowed me to reach a kind of contentus that I rarely achieve. It was a night well spent.

Dillon Observations

2006-11-17T20:35:00.000-05:00

Today I hung out with Dillon after school. I hadn't seen him for awhile, I rarely do now that he's out of school and working most days. He'd previously agreed to let me draw him next time we chilled, so I had my hefty life drawing sketchbook with me (the one with David Byrne and black tape on the cover).

He ranted about religious people and expressed his lack of vigor for life while we ate nasty shit at Taco Bell, then we set out for the closest graveyard. A well lit, quiet place. Little did we know, it'd be infested with bitey ants. Those insectoid bastards sure disrupted the flow of the session -- we had to move at least four times before we could get somewhat comfortable. It's hard to draw somebody while they're getting eaten alive.

We ended up packing up and giving Zac a visit, seeing how the drawings weren't working out under those conditions. I got fidgety and Dillon ended up looking blacker than black y'all in all my drawings. Here's the best of the afternoon:

Not so good, right? We'll do it again some time and I will take better advantage of having a free and willing model. For now, it's back to car-azy cartoons.

Lifedrawing? I never!

2006-11-17T14:34:00.000-05:00

Like I said, I brought my life drawing sketchbook to school today. It's amazing to me how my fellow students reacted to this. I had it out during fourth hour, for I had some free time and enough unattentive subjects around the room to work from fluidly. 'Twas hunky dory until some girls behind me took notice and began -- not asking -- but demanding me to draw them. Wow.

I ended up just putting the book away, I was no longer in the mood for sketching. Not only because the girls were yelling at me to draw them, but also since the teacher had called for our attention once more. The girls did not cease demanding. Then that dumb Marco kid, sitting next to me, joined in their harpy chorus. To them, an artist was fair to boss around. Clearly subhuman.

Marco got his wish, not because I'm a nice guy but because he was most annoying of the inconsiderate group. I knew he'd bug me about it for days if I didn't give in. Surprisingly, the sketch of his stupid face came out rather good. Too bad I was forced to give it to him. That sure made me feel cheap.

At the end of class, the girls who originally tried to put me in submission walked past me.

"Finish that drawing of us, okay!"

"Er, don't you understand what a lifedrawing is? I have to be looking at you."

"Just do it anyway!!"

Oh gag me with a spoon.

Show Me Yours. I'm Gonna Show You Mine.

2006-11-16T17:19:00.000-05:00

Crumby

2006-11-15T18:42:00.000-05:00

Wakka Wakka Hey!

2006-11-14T17:56:00.000-05:00

There's me! I got another haircut, this time I did it myself. Let's take a look-see...

So far nobody else likes it. In fact, most people who've seen it hate it. However, that doesn't bring me down. Nope, I like having no hair around my ears for once. I'm going to enjoy this while I can, for I'll be growing out muh weave in time. Yep, I'll have a normal hair style eventually. Woo!

Tennis Players

2006-11-13T22:26:00.000-05:00

Gavin

2006-11-12T19:31:00.001-05:00

Bird and Early Worm

2006-11-11T14:46:00.000-05:00

This could be a commentary on Catholicism, but I had no such intentions. I am reminded of that time I drew an anime chick with big tits cutting her wrists, spraying blood all over religious idols. That was a goodun.

Mr. Roar

2006-11-10T19:07:00.000-05:00

Blame it on the Tetons

2006-11-09T15:49:00.000-05:00

Nick Faces, One Third Fail

2006-11-07T18:46:00.000-05:00

Going Blind

2006-11-05T20:49:00.000-05:00

Angry Dyke Musak

2006-11-04T18:54:00.000-05:00

Pothead

2006-10-29T20:19:00.000-05:00

Ramalama (Bang Bang)

2006-10-28T10:58:00.000-05:00

Extra Spooky

2006-10-27T17:15:00.000-05:00

The Body

2006-10-26T15:06:00.000-05:00

Dude. Terrible CG.

2006-10-25T11:03:00.000-05:00

Klotz

2006-10-24T17:22:00.000-05:00

It's Been a Slow Day

2006-10-23T11:06:00.000-05:00

Teenage Naveen & Dennis

2006-10-22T11:12:00.000-05:00

Revamped Teen Dennis

2006-10-21T11:20:00.000-05:00

Layin' Around

2006-10-20T11:31:00.000-05:00

Boys Keep on Swinging

2006-10-19T18:17:00.000-05:00

I Have Returned

2006-10-18T16:54:00.000-05:00

Three Heads

2006-10-10T17:31:00.000-05:00

Japanese Butt Freak

2006-10-09T22:56:00.000-05:00

Mr. Tyzik

2006-10-06T15:52:00.000-05:00

Even More Greggery

2006-10-05T20:30:00.002-05:00

Greggery Peccary's Invention

2006-10-04T18:29:00.000-05:00

Urp

2006-10-03T16:16:00.000-05:00

They Came In

2006-10-02T15:30:00.001-05:00

Bad Attitude

2006-10-01T21:20:00.000-05:00

Fissure

2006-09-30T21:57:00.000-05:00

Spice it Up

2006-09-29T17:15:00.000-05:00

Golden Oldies

2006-09-28T20:11:00.000-05:00

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Labios Negros

2006-09-26T16:58:00.000-05:00

Starman

2006-09-25T16:16:00.000-05:00

Cheer Up, Kid

2006-09-24T15:31:00.000-05:00

Dazed and Confused

2006-09-23T14:51:00.000-05:00

Nick was nice enough to lend me his fancy Dazed and Confused DVD. It's got a real nice booklet 'n' all these extra features on it. I only watched the main feature, and it wasn't all that great to tell you the truth, but I do believe it was well-done and totally deserves to be on the Criterion Collection. I think I would've enjoyed it more if I wasn't in such a shitty mood at the time. It's not a good idea to watch a movie about teenagers when you're pissed off at teen culture (or feeling misanthrophic in general).

Later I cleaned up around the house and I felt swell. Right now I'm waiting on a call from Alanna! She's started watching LOST and is going to share her thoughts on it with me. Woo!

Jeeze Louis

2006-09-22T21:28:00.000-05:00

Today was a train wreck, but I had fun anyway. Let's do it again sometime, but without Nathan and in the wilderness without risking anybody's freedom. Jeeze louis.

Thems Big Otters

2006-09-21T17:55:00.000-05:00

It's a cruddy drawing, I know, but I was distracted at the time. Mrs. Aziz had a speaker come in to class today with a slideshow about his travels to South America. Didn't sound that interesting at first, so I started drawing, but then he began to elaborate on the lovely mountain towns in Peru and the unbelievable architecture and things left behind by the Incas and Aztecs. Very cool. Plus, this guy was a real photo journalist and his photographs were nothing short of exquisite.

The last bit of his presentation involved the rain forests in Brazil, where we saw shamans and exotic beasts. There is one last thing I must take note of: there are giant otters, if you are not aware. There are giant otters...and they stand six feet tall on average. Holy balls.

Jimmy Jones Jones

2006-09-20T15:19:00.000-05:00

I've lost track of my days, what a disaster! Sit back and enjoy this man with very wiggly, very long, very peach-flavoured arms:

Bizarre

2006-09-19T19:05:00.000-05:00

This drawing wasn't meant to come out so damned weird. I apologize for that. However, it had to be done after hearing people talk about Locke losing his mobility again in LOST. What would he do then, huh? Would Mr. Eko have to carry him around? Good thing that guy's forgiving, or he'd just leave you crawling around in the sand, Locke.

PS: I know it was on your mind. LOCKE/EKO OTP!!

My Mini Breakdown

2006-09-18T16:32:00.000-05:00

Eric's Mac Mini finally got here today, re-packaged and ready for me to give it a try. Upon first setting it up, I was all smiles -- so excited to finally have a Macintosh computer in my posession. I've always admired Apple from afar, never actually having used one of the machines. Don't get me wrong, I did my research. My lack of experience was the fault of my little panic attack.

All of the apparent downsides of using the Mac were insignificant, considering I can use both operating systems on it if I so please. The shock of trying something new had just paralyzed me. As ridiculous as this sounds, I found myself in tears, haunted by my own indecision concerning the Mac Mini. I still don't know if I'm ready to leave the comfort of the Failed Robot, my slow-as-hell Gateway computer I've had to myself since 2003.

I'll figure it out.

Apocalypse!!

2006-09-17T16:31:00.000-05:00

Lately everyone I know has been beamin' like rays of golden sun, so happy they have permanent toothy grins. Except for Jim. What is this, bizarro day? It sure seemed that way, until I discovered the real reason Jim's happy balloon had burst. Maryann broke up with him. It's the end of the world as we know it, and I'm not being sarcastic there. Really, holeee shit. I'm not too happy with Maryann right now. More on that later, maybe. It's far too devestating for this happy li'l sketchblog.

Also, some more ugly old characters!

Apartment Sketches 2.0

2006-09-16T17:27:00.000-05:00

Here's some more doodles of Dennis' lovely abode. It's still too spacious for his budget, I know, but I was very satisfied with the general layout. I particularly like the transition from the kitchen to the living area -- I felt it translated well from the three-dimensional image I had in my head. I don't know why I've never done these sorts of drawings before, to tell you the truth. Back in my Benjamin days, I had some two-story house designs that were rather bitchen.

PS: I wonder if I could do drawings of the old farmhouse and its interiors if I think real hard. Maybe I'll strain my brain and try to map out the rooms sometime.

Whatta Wacky Day

2006-09-15T19:01:00.000-05:00

Today is Alanna Day. I know the crappy self portrait isn't quite appropriate, but excuse that since I actually drew it last night. What should be here is a purty drawing for my dearest Alannacakes, and there would be, but I had an unexpected outing today and I am sure exhausted. Clay invited Nick and I to stay afterschool with him for a tech meeting. The Wild Rose and I skipped out on that, though. We sat in the hall with some fellow rejects and talked smack while Mr. Barclay's space was invaded by sweaty theatre kids.

A few prank calls to the suicide hotline later, we were cruisin' in Sarasota. Nick's mum was sure nice for letting us all come along, especially considering we tend to be jackasses during rides. Boy, I sure had fun. I felt a little guilt for making Jim promises that I'd be free this afternoon, but everything turned out fine. Instead of getting Jimjam to sing Alanna a birthday song, I had Clay volunteer to call her up (which is all the more special, I think). Hippy Barfgay, Alannar!

I <3 You, Bitch

2006-09-14T15:17:00.000-05:00

Dennis and Lisa are a pretty swell couple. I mean, they don't piss me off like most romantic pairings I'm exposed to regularly. Recently, Jim and Maryann are even having troubles in their relationship. Imagine that! There's a sure sign the world is crumbling.

Don't blame me for getting sick over romance and sex, mang. It's just that I have been seeing more long-term negative effects of injecting those things in one's relationships than positive. Sometimes I feel like distancing myself from my friends who are actively romantic and sexual; however, that would be an awfully unloving thing to do and so I'd never dare. I just get frustrated.

Here's a big thanks to all my pals who are single and big on aromantic love.

Dangit!

2006-09-13T22:27:00.000-05:00

YOU ARE THE ONE WHO IS ROTARDED!

Dude, get this. Lately I've been being monitored so I don't show anybody my art. How messed up is that? Of course they're doing a very poor job tracking my 'orrible smut-peddling, but it's still a bother. I had a dean recently yell at me from afar when he saw me hand a drawing to Jim. What the hell is that?

Jesus 2.0.

2006-09-12T15:44:00.000-05:00

Zac and I are going to hang out and listen to the Mars Volta's spankin' new album tonight. I assure you it will be awesome, as long as he can get his fuzzy ass over here on time.

PS: Lavas su puerco la cara = WASH YA DIRTY FACE!

In Th' Summertime

2006-09-11T16:04:00.000-05:00

The follow-up to this drawing would be Dennis choking somebody for saying, "Oh yeah, it's that song with SHAGGY and RAYVON!". Only problem is, I didn't think to draw it 'cause I was feelin' fine and dandy this morning. I love my friends!

Joejack the Wetback

2006-09-10T17:20:00.000-05:00

HOGH HOGH HOGH HOGH HOGH!

This has been such a good weekend. For once I can say that I'm relaxed, and it has nuthin' to do with Joejack the Wetback's favourite activity I'll tell you what. That's for next week!

Apartment Sketches

2006-09-09T19:34:00.000-05:00

Every time I come up with a character who's got his own place, I can't help but fill out the workings of his abode in my head. I've been putting the most time into Dennis Randall lately, and today I felt the need to sketch out my visions of his apartment. So I did. They came out pretty cruddy, but I got all the basics down. I felt relieved to get that out, that's for sure. Maybe I'll do a polished drawing of the interiors sometime.

Therapy Art

2006-09-08T18:13:00.000-05:00

I should do this more often. You know, I have these little things from the past just digging at me...frivolous little conversations where I've just messed up. "DUH" moments, you're beating yourself up, everybody has them. It's just that I tend to dwell on them for ridiculous amounts of time. Those little things get to me. Hell, I have memories spanning back years that refuse to leave me alone. Just. Stupid. Shit.

So here's what I am going to try to do more often. I want to illustrate these haunting miniscule moments. Therapy art, you can call it that. Today's was particularly petty, but I felt the heeling effects right away. Ahhhhh.

Dennis and Anudda Oldie

2006-09-07T20:10:00.000-05:00

That's Dennis for you. Let me tell you something about Dennis. He's a sad guy. He's always got to keep up this snubby intellectual image or he can't tolerate himself. He's a lot of fun if he's got the energy to keep up his force-feild of bullshit, but if you were to see him alone and naked...it's nothing short of depressing. If only Dennis could learn to truly love himself and not rely on his massive ego to keep content. Shit, that's sad. So here's a hideous old character of mine named Rudy:

Good Bad Taste

2006-09-06T21:37:00.000-05:00

Today I pondered on the topic of transgressional art and the difference between good trash and bad trash. I would make my argument in my own words, but since I am so sleepy at the moment here is a quote from the lovely John Waters (because he puts it better than I could anyhow):

"Good trash is, you never look down on it. You look up to it. I'm in awe of really bad taste because I don't have that freedom. I'm not talking about hip bad taste–that's a completely different thing. I find it offensive that yuppies would have pink flamingos on their front lawn. But at the same time, if someone goes out and buys them because they think they're beautiful and puts them on their front lawn–to me, that is amazing, and I respect that. I find true bad taste freedom for many people. I don't look down on them, and I think that's the difference between 'good' bad taste and 'bad' bad taste -- that you don't feel superior to what you're satirizing."

Ol' Fashioned Racism

2006-09-05T18:25:00.000-05:00

MmmMM! Just like momma used to make!

Man, I got pissed at school today. Sometimes I just can't handle it -- the insensitivity the patronizing, and the hate speech. I don't have a good tolerance for idiocy in the first place, so I especially don't deal well when I'm forced to listen to the thick-skulled dolts all damned day. Today I heard more racism than homophobia, which is unusual. All the kids at my table in third hour were discussing how "messed up" it is for their white friends to be hanging out with black kids. I re-call the pizza-face football player sitting next to me saying, "I wouldn't be caught dead talking to a black chick, that's so nasty". All I could do was hang my head and let the ink flow.

Hallelujah!

2006-09-04T16:26:00.000-05:00

Thank goodness for Labor Day. I'm not quite ready to go back to school, despite my lax weekend. There are still so many things I need to catch up on concerning my social life inperson and online, and then there are tasks I still have not come around to like archiving this year's Oekaki Brawl and updating my dang website. I must have done all that intensive journaling for nothing last year, because I still can't keep a solid routine going.

The subject of today's sketch was suggested by Samuel K. Which reminds me: y'all need to check out Sam's new addition to his website, DODLE OF THE DAY!

My Pride and Joy

2006-09-03T22:46:00.000-05:00

This weekend I fufilled my promise to Clay and Nick that I would draw them in a lewd situation involving Sean Wolfe's slobbery dog tongue. They must've underestimated once again, because both of them seemed rather surprised that I went with their request (then posted it on Deep Thinking). My efforts payed off when Sean Wolfe saw the picture and responded with, "MY BRAIN IS MELTING". Above is my depiction of Sean Wolfe's reaction -- what one could only imagine from his single statement.

LOST stuff

2006-09-02T20:30:00.000-05:00

With LOST season 3 starting in just one month, I am losing sleep in anticipation. Well, not really, but I am pretty dang excited for it. Eric and I were discussing possibilities for this upcoming season earlier and I was reminded to draw some more LOST fanart. He requested John Locke and Desmond specifically, but I went ahead and drew up a few more "Losties" for y'all. Eventually I'll draw the rest of the (living) cast.

Conclusion: Jin's head is shaped like an octogon. The DHARMA iniative symbol is shaped like an octogon. Therefore, Jin is really ALVAR HANSO! Oh em gee, it all fits!

Minotaurs Have Daddy Problems Too

2006-09-01T18:07:00.000-05:00

OMG PORN!

2006-09-01T14:25:00.000-05:00

Today's sketch got confiscated. Long story short, my history teacher felt it was necessary to steal a drawing of mine and try to get me in trouble for distributing pornography. It was a real bother to go down to the office and talk with ol' lumberin' Principal Jeffers, but I feel some pride in being called a smut peddler by right-wing adults. Looks like I won't get the drawing back until Tuesday for some dumb reason. I promise you it is smutty; however, it doesn't quite fall under pornography (unless you go by my teacher's definition, "Anything that offends somebody").

EDIT 09/07/06:

Boy, it took a many unecessary confrontations to get that back. In the end I was grinnin' as usual.

Pencilly Poo

2006-08-31T18:16:00.000-05:00

I filled up the Cheap Ass Sketch Book! I know I should've stapled more paper into that thing. If it had more paper, I wouldn't have had to go back to doodling on the back of worksheets like so.

Reefer Madness

2006-08-30T22:48:00.000-05:00

No really, true story.

NEE HEE HEE!

2006-08-29T16:06:00.000-05:00

To my own surprise, I haven't been enjoying Mrs. Matonis' 3D art class much. Last year it was my daily relief among hard-pressing classes, but now it's just tedious. Maybe when we start up a new project (hopefully not papier mache again) I'll be okay, although the students are my real problem -- I sit at a table full of beer-chuggin' dimwits who patronize me if I try to start a conversation. Fuck them and anybody else who thinks I'm stupid for enjoying satirical comedy.

Bite Me

2006-08-28T18:35:00.000-05:00

"Alone in the hissing laboratory of his wishes, Mr Pugh minces among bad vats and Jeroboams, tiptoes through spinneys of murdering herbs, agony dancing in his crucibles, and mixes especially for Mrs Pugh a venomous porridge unknown to toxologists which will scald and viper through her until her ears fall off like figs, her toes grow big and black as balloons, and steam comes screaming out of her navel."

Chronomentrophobia

2006-08-27T21:57:00.000-05:00

Since Jim was grounded and Nick already had plans (with Tim sadly so), we didn't end up seeing Little Miss Sunshine. Instead, I went with just Zac and Clay to go see Outkast's Idlewild. It wasn't great, but it was good enough for me. The visual aspect of the film did it for me, I must say. I wish there had been more songs and less dialogue, particularly, but what are you gonna do?

After the show, my grandma treated us to dinner at TGI Fridays -- not a restaurant I'm particularly fond of, but atleast we didn't end up at Denny's or Hooters, y'know? It was really nice just sitting down with the guys, especially since Zac had finished "coming down" and was no longer a Grumpy Gus. Clay made the night for me. He was just so cool and easy-going, plus it was his idea to order "cups of dirt" for dessert. I love these guys.

I Deserve An Answer

2006-08-26T15:53:00.000-05:00

The sad, sad truth about farting on spiders.

PS: I may be going out with the guys tonight to see Little Miss Sunshine. Sure hope that works out.

Makin' Whoopee!

2006-08-25T06:28:00.000-05:00

Hodehodehodeho, Hedehedehedehe!

Well hey everyone. Today my school flooded, I felt hostility toward my teachers, Jim proved that he's the happiest guy in the world, and my grandma went and bought me a damned iPod. Conclusion: I am beginning to feel like an ingrateful bastard.

More Re-draws

2006-08-24T18:15:00.000-05:00

Many of these goofy animal characters showing up in my sketchbook are re-drawn from doodles I did when I was six or seven years old. Upon coming across the originals I found myself taken back by how colourful and varied these childhood creations were. Each one is unique, they even have individual names and personalities! I found it very inspiring, to tell the truth.

Since I'm having so much fun with these re-draws, I decided to take the concept and use it for a Gingerbox Art Jam. I hope the Gingerkids participate. I'd love to see their kiddie art.