I <3 You, Bitch

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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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

OMG PORN!

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

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

No really, true story.

NEE HEE HEE!

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

"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

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.