More pages.
Art by Joel Casimiro.
Any artists looking to work on something btw? I have a short piece thats part panty stocking and garterbelt, part clockwork orange. Need more material for launch.
I know I'm followed by some artistically superior people here, anyone got some criticisms?
Art by Joel Casimiro.
Any artists looking to work on something btw? I have a short piece thats part panty stocking and garterbelt, part clockwork orange. Need more material for launch.
I know I'm followed by some artistically superior people here, anyone got some criticisms?
Coming Soon to a website yet to be established.
The Weakling.
Written by me.
Art by Joel Casimiro
The Weakling.
Written by me.
Art by Joel Casimiro
Liking the new car. It's a Toyota Corolla S. Tell you what though, every time I see a tacoma it's a little painful.
Congrats to all the new Pink ladies.
Watching the UFC fights. In the prelims, saw Guida get a win from the judges. Not saying he didn't earn it but the other guy earned it more and was robbed.
Glad to see Pettis is back to kicking the shit out of people.
Today was a lazy day.
Congrats to all the new Pink ladies.
Watching the UFC fights. In the prelims, saw Guida get a win from the judges. Not saying he didn't earn it but the other guy earned it more and was robbed.
Glad to see Pettis is back to kicking the shit out of people.
Today was a lazy day.
Want to hear about my first world problem?
So I am carpooling with my neighbor today, his tire goes flat, which he fixes in like ten minutes. I get to work. I only have four deliveries. This is great because I can leave early and catch a ride home with my neighbor, who has half a day, and it's all good. I get back and I have to go out again. Fuck. My ride is still an option though. Halfway done, I find out it isn't. Turns out, my neighbor did not get the message my delivery was suppose to be more. I get back and my neighbor is about to leave. Now I have to call family to come pick me up as my car still has not been looked at by one of the twenty mechanics where I work. So I tell my family, 4. I get done at three and go to the toyota dealership to get a price on a new truck. Fuck my life, that magical deal they told me about does not exist. I try to leave, but my family shows up, pushes a corrolla at me (as did every other fucking person I talked to), and then I go to leave. But I can't, "we" need to check how it would be financed. So I mention I have my car, which my family says out loud "It was in a crash" and not long after "well, we're here because it won't work" to which I replied "You fricking idiot". I try to leave again, but they want me to test drive the truck. I say they because the sales lady couldn't let me go without talking to Dick. Dick is not his real name but let's just go with it.
Intermission: I'm trying to leave so I can go help my aunt set up her printer.
Two hours later (because it takes sales lady half an hour to do anything once she leaves her desk) I'm looking at a corrolla I can afford. It's ten degrees outside, snowing, and they want me to do another test drive. I liked the truck but dumbass family keeps suggesting cars in the thirty thousand fucking dollar range.
An hour later, I'm filling out all the fucking paperwork for a new car. It takes an hour for the woman to take down my information and then transfer it to the paperwork. Meanwhile WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN THE FIRST TIME ON THE PAPER. So now she has to go see Dick.
Dick says "Can you get the VIN, registration, and insurance card now."
Instead of saying, "We're in a rush dick, can it wait?"
I go to the damn car, clean everything out, (forgetting my cds btw) and go back in.
An hour later, I find out that because my car is still a joint register between me and my mom that they charged me a fucking hundred and forty dollars to get new god damn plates, that they have to have my mom sign the paperwork, and that I can come in any time before nine at night.
.....
I didn't even mention the recent grad rebate. If got the truck, thousand dollars off the price. But because they sold me a used car, no rebate.
And I can't even find my degree.
....
On the ride home, not in my new car, I realized cars are fucking rip offs. They tell you a car is nice but it's probably a piece of shit. Think about it. A ten year old Mercedes top of the line massage your ass while driving 200 miles an hour edition car is probably worth the same as new poor person's car.
....
So I am the proud (not really) owner (not yet) of a nice (it is nice) 2010 Corolla S. Which cost me more than the god damn sticker price after all the fucking fees.
....
What really bothers me about this is that I let myself get rail roaded. I went to look at prices and I let myself buy the one car everyone told me to buy.
Just once, once, I want to do something the way I want to do it. I want to have a plan, execute it, and deal with the results.
....
/Firstworldproblem
So I am carpooling with my neighbor today, his tire goes flat, which he fixes in like ten minutes. I get to work. I only have four deliveries. This is great because I can leave early and catch a ride home with my neighbor, who has half a day, and it's all good. I get back and I have to go out again. Fuck. My ride is still an option though. Halfway done, I find out it isn't. Turns out, my neighbor did not get the message my delivery was suppose to be more. I get back and my neighbor is about to leave. Now I have to call family to come pick me up as my car still has not been looked at by one of the twenty mechanics where I work. So I tell my family, 4. I get done at three and go to the toyota dealership to get a price on a new truck. Fuck my life, that magical deal they told me about does not exist. I try to leave, but my family shows up, pushes a corrolla at me (as did every other fucking person I talked to), and then I go to leave. But I can't, "we" need to check how it would be financed. So I mention I have my car, which my family says out loud "It was in a crash" and not long after "well, we're here because it won't work" to which I replied "You fricking idiot". I try to leave again, but they want me to test drive the truck. I say they because the sales lady couldn't let me go without talking to Dick. Dick is not his real name but let's just go with it.
Intermission: I'm trying to leave so I can go help my aunt set up her printer.
Two hours later (because it takes sales lady half an hour to do anything once she leaves her desk) I'm looking at a corrolla I can afford. It's ten degrees outside, snowing, and they want me to do another test drive. I liked the truck but dumbass family keeps suggesting cars in the thirty thousand fucking dollar range.
An hour later, I'm filling out all the fucking paperwork for a new car. It takes an hour for the woman to take down my information and then transfer it to the paperwork. Meanwhile WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST WRITE IT DOWN THE FIRST TIME ON THE PAPER. So now she has to go see Dick.
Dick says "Can you get the VIN, registration, and insurance card now."
Instead of saying, "We're in a rush dick, can it wait?"
I go to the damn car, clean everything out, (forgetting my cds btw) and go back in.
An hour later, I find out that because my car is still a joint register between me and my mom that they charged me a fucking hundred and forty dollars to get new god damn plates, that they have to have my mom sign the paperwork, and that I can come in any time before nine at night.
.....
I didn't even mention the recent grad rebate. If got the truck, thousand dollars off the price. But because they sold me a used car, no rebate.
And I can't even find my degree.
....
On the ride home, not in my new car, I realized cars are fucking rip offs. They tell you a car is nice but it's probably a piece of shit. Think about it. A ten year old Mercedes top of the line massage your ass while driving 200 miles an hour edition car is probably worth the same as new poor person's car.
....
So I am the proud (not really) owner (not yet) of a nice (it is nice) 2010 Corolla S. Which cost me more than the god damn sticker price after all the fucking fees.
....
What really bothers me about this is that I let myself get rail roaded. I went to look at prices and I let myself buy the one car everyone told me to buy.
Just once, once, I want to do something the way I want to do it. I want to have a plan, execute it, and deal with the results.
....
/Firstworldproblem
Just got first tattoo today. I did pretty well, it only took half an hour. In the back of my head, I could hear Oliver Peck, Dave Navarro, and Chris Nunez judging it.
Pictures to follow.
(Smiles as one resolution done)
I haven't finished it yet, I barely started, but Gun Machine by Warren Ellis is really good. It's a Law and Order Criminal Intent episode on Acid with good action. Anyone who has been to New York or fantasizes about New York should read this.
Pictures to follow.
(Smiles as one resolution done)
I haven't finished it yet, I barely started, but Gun Machine by Warren Ellis is really good. It's a Law and Order Criminal Intent episode on Acid with good action. Anyone who has been to New York or fantasizes about New York should read this.
So I saw a dead body today. The Jersey City Police had about 8 cars around the body, the CSI guys weren't there yet. Condolences to whoever's family.
Here's my New Years resolutions
1. I am going to get two of the three tattoos. Better versions of this, which I need to redesign again.
Which I drew from a composite of this
That on the ribs I'm thinking.
An image like this on my thigh
Monk meditating on water with monsters underneath him.
And this on my ribs which will be done as soon as possible.
I'm not too thrilled with the K. I wanted the outline to form the k in a way that the top line formed the bottom strike and vice versa but I couldn't figure out how to make two lines into three.
Resolution 2.
I want to run three hundred and sixty five miles this year. That is one mile a day. I think if I do that, I'll have better luck with weight. I gained ten pounds this year. I gained ten pounds last year. I am not weighing two forty in 2014.
Resolution 3
I seriously need to get my numbers up. The record is five times. That is way too damn low.
Resolution 4
The comics. I'm a broken record but I want to finish up The Weakling and the first chapter of Caper done by February. I'm waiting on two pages from one artist and the other is not returning messages but all ten pages should be penciled.
I want to do two rotoscoping comics. I have one eight page thing written up but if the interested party isn't interested then I need to redo it.
The second rotoscope comic I'd like to do involves girls and waterguns. I know it is cheesecake, but a comic about water gun fight would be so cool.
I'm going to draw a copy pasta comic myself. If I stretch five or six panels into fifteen pages, draw a handful of hard pages, I might be able to get it looking not horrendous.
Resolution five
I am going to apply to four positions a month until I get a new job. I can't afford a living with my current job, I can just get by and that's not good enough.
I was going to say I'm going to stop letting people treat me like a deaf mute invalid but fuck them. I have no problem having moments of complete utter disregard for social contract.
Here's my New Years resolutions
1. I am going to get two of the three tattoos. Better versions of this, which I need to redesign again.
Which I drew from a composite of this
That on the ribs I'm thinking.
An image like this on my thigh
Monk meditating on water with monsters underneath him.
And this on my ribs which will be done as soon as possible.
I'm not too thrilled with the K. I wanted the outline to form the k in a way that the top line formed the bottom strike and vice versa but I couldn't figure out how to make two lines into three.
Resolution 2.
I want to run three hundred and sixty five miles this year. That is one mile a day. I think if I do that, I'll have better luck with weight. I gained ten pounds this year. I gained ten pounds last year. I am not weighing two forty in 2014.
Resolution 3
I seriously need to get my numbers up. The record is five times. That is way too damn low.
Resolution 4
The comics. I'm a broken record but I want to finish up The Weakling and the first chapter of Caper done by February. I'm waiting on two pages from one artist and the other is not returning messages but all ten pages should be penciled.
I want to do two rotoscoping comics. I have one eight page thing written up but if the interested party isn't interested then I need to redo it.
The second rotoscope comic I'd like to do involves girls and waterguns. I know it is cheesecake, but a comic about water gun fight would be so cool.
I'm going to draw a copy pasta comic myself. If I stretch five or six panels into fifteen pages, draw a handful of hard pages, I might be able to get it looking not horrendous.
Resolution five
I am going to apply to four positions a month until I get a new job. I can't afford a living with my current job, I can just get by and that's not good enough.
I was going to say I'm going to stop letting people treat me like a deaf mute invalid but fuck them. I have no problem having moments of complete utter disregard for social contract.
