Tuesday, July 3, 2012

On: that boy just aint right.

YOW. Here's some of the stuff I've made/taped together/slapped on other stuff and stabbed at recently (but not all that recently - the shirt I made last month, the DENTATA patch I made a year and a half ago, but the pins I made just a few days ago). I made a silhouette stencil of mein lieber drei hund and I've been going kinda nuts with it because I just love The Human Centipede so much. The pictures on the pins are all from National Geographic. The patches on my butt are to cover up big wear holes that began surfacing when I caught my butt on a nail leaving the Kodak factory - one hole is made and suddenly the whole ass gives out. The floral butt-patch says "Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" ("In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming") (source, wikipedia) three times, but I broke the stencil after the first one and so the last two prints only say Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. I have a much more pristine copy sewn to the inside of that one jacket I wears all the time. MEIN LIEBER DREI HUND Thing one and thing two, thing two and thing one fuck pandas I love this woman, with her giant cheroot colour, texture and a shack in Scotland A CORAL REEF! DENTATA POSTERIOR

Sunday, June 10, 2012

I've been doing a lot of crafting this month (finally) because my wardrobe needs some spruce. Mostly I've been making underpants (because I'm too cheap to buy them and I fel that it's important to treat my ass well) and some stencilded patches (and more to come) but also I've been bleaching things. Here is my specimen shirt (twenty five cents at my favorite second hand store?!?) and the stripes that I bleached onto it to make it more sprucey. Also I seem to have misplaced my eyebrows and meet my hammock where I spend so much time?

Friday, June 1, 2012

On: that HORRIBLE monkey.

I fancied up some buttons a few weeks ago. These are pictures of those fancy buttons. Aren't they fancy? I cut circles out of national geographic then I wheat-pasted them onto buttons then when they dried I put packing tape over the pictures. When school starts again I hope lots of people campaign for things so that I can take their buttons and use them to my own evil dark evil purposes. You know. Like fireworks.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

On: Wharf is a good word.

Wandering along the canal I found this abandoned dock (really? Why?) which is all fenced in, but the fence is open. Included is abandoned electric-board-thing, abandoned bathroom, and a lot of mis-spelled nazi graffito. I'm not up to date on this kind of thing but I'm pretty sure that if you can't spell white you don't get invited to hitler's birthday party.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

On: The answer. Fuck. I don't know man, whatever.

Yowza! School is over. What a stressfuck year that was. And I was taking the fun classes that I wanted to take. Next year I will be fulfilling requirements an shit. My netbook was crashed by a virus – installing ubuntu fixed this but now my poor wee computer friend has a few bothersome quirks like not allowing my scanner to work and downloading pornographic materials in the night, then claiming not to know where “that porn” came from, then storming off to my room and slamming the door when I try to tell it that it shouldn't be using my credit card and that it shouldn't ever expect to see a dick like that for realsies. I've moved back to my summer home. Project ideas: chart traffic going by our house and make graphs about all the lazy-fat-folk-scooters that go by. Hide in the bushes then jump out and READ INTELLECTUAL THINGS to passersby to scare them. Kazoo band redux? I went to TCAF on the 5th and 6th and if you don't know what that is find out and get excited for next year because it's the best. Danny and Jill and Ian accompanied me with drool bucket to make sure I didn't cause any water damage. I got lots of sweet shit – more on this to come? I've been crafting a buttload butt when I edit images in GIMP the file type is alien and I can't upload them so that will have to wait. Oh yeah – I quit smoking again. Or should I say I took a casual stroll through hell and all I have to show for it is that now I can't do something that i loved doing and I'm a little angrier all the time and i guess I can walk up stairs and I'll live longer.
Foot-food-animal fetische. Lick my fucking lolly.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

On: you shut the FUCK up, and you SHUT THE FUCK UP: that's what the fuck you do.

I've done some extremely sexy exploring recently, but due to dead batteries and the desire to stretch my low light film photograhy skillz I now have to wait until I have enough moneys to develop two rolls of film. Actually, one and a half because I am clumsy and the film got caught on the camera and half the roll was burned while I was changing rolls. Luckily my exploring friend brought a lovely camera and took lots of pictures; but I'm not going to put them up yet because I haven't asked him for permission. I'm all nice like that.

You can find pictures of the locations online anyways: Kodak and Symes. Give it a shot. Better: just go there. These places are, like, the most beautiful things EVER.

But instead: Here's a step on some street downtown and a house on Augusta. YOURE WELCOME.

On: therapist.

YEAH. I got some new glasses. Old man rapist glasses. But they don't look very creeper-y on me. I guess I'll just have to drool and breath harder whenever I'm in the bathroom.

School is almost over, spring is already here. I have been mildly sunburnt three times now. Yay! But I am unable to resist the draw of long walks in the sun which makes me a far less productive student. Luckily it is a beautiful foggyish, mistyish, moistyish day out today so I think I can go for a stroll without baking my grey matters.

Now if you, gentle reader, would peer to your right and scroll down you will see my links list. I have updated the comics and will continue to do so. I highly recomend that you read Funniest Man in the World: it's really good and an anarchist put it out, I guess. And then when you've read it peruse the other zines in the zinelibrary. And then read the Tijuana Bibles that I put up: Bathless Groggins, Flash Gordon on a Lark, Goof Butts and Plastic Man. All but Flash Gordon are by Mr. Dyslexic who is AWESOME and Bibles are AWESOME and you should read them. Most of the rest are still webcomics - I'll be updating this list periodically as I come across awesome shit. So if you're into comics keep checking, and give me some tips, yo.

Friday, February 17, 2012

On: subways.

Last year I didn’t have occasion to go downtown very often so riding the subway was a real treat. The experience was terrible and beautiful; equal parts isolation-melancholia and underground beauty. This year I commute to school and enjoy my subway rides without the sadness – I read, I watch the tracks behind me, and lately I draw.

I’ve been having strange emotions for the last month and that’s what this comic is about. Sometimes I’m haunted by a sense of guilt for something I can’t remember, or maybe didn’t happen at all. Being around people sometimes/used to make me deeply uncomfortable, but I’m getting over it. Cracking the hermit shell takes time, rooting out squirrlish tendencies takes time. If you read this please tell me; was the emotion of the comic clear? Vague but accessible? Did it have an effect? Was it effective?

Today I am hangovered, as T-rex would say. I will eat kimchi noodles and then wander about. Delight! Reading week has begun!

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

On: so let me have a piece of that Sweet Potatoe Pie.

Numbers shuffle. I don’t usually do New Year’s resolutions so instead I’m doing a 25th year resolution. It’s convenient being born on December 30th; you can pretend that the western world revolves around your birth. I resolve; to live more simply, deliberately and lovingly. This means; spend less money, read, write and draw more, watch online tv less, wake up earlier, smoke less, think more, and spend more time with friends. Because I love them, and I’m too much of a hermit, I can feel my world becoming more internal all the time and soon I’ll go squirrely and agoraphobic if I don’t watch myself. The rest should be easy – especially the money. Going shopping now disgusts me. I can’t stay in stores. All those people…uhg…spending money….even grocery shopping gives me pain now.
Enough complaining. I want to go draining! This is rambly because I slept funny and I’m not awake in my brain yet.
And eat a dandelion. I would like to do that.