ON MY WAY OUT FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS

After a long misguided fight, I've decided to finally mod the PS2. I guess I'll be able to do that in time for my birthday. Games are too expensive for me to shell out at least four hundred dollars any time a game I really want comes along. Now I can have all the street and rally racers I want.

Starting from today, I'll be out for seven work days, trying to get some personal business done, get my car fixed with the miracle money which showed up over the weekend and get some rest, if at all possible.
By then, after a long promise, Wolfboy's Party should finally be ready. Some inspiration hit me over the Easter weekend and I attempted an ultra-light watercolour wash on the drawing and it showed me what to do with the colour pencils. Wolfboy's hair and beard have to be the most awesome color job I've ever done. So I am indeed working on it as slowly as possible because I've reached too far to screw it up. I also corrected the bad colour job I did on a part of the drawing with water colour paint and I'm proud of the fact I'm controlling the paint instead of overdoing it as usual. I'm thinking up some characters to fit into the 'sister piece' to this drawing. I'll explain it when Wolfboy's Party is uploaded. Just like gene Simmons, I can't really say much about it at this time.

Also, I'm finally going to sit down and nail some of those sonofabitch stories once and or all, including the novella.



So hopefully, by the next time you check back there'll be some stuff up that actually qualifies as content.

A HOLE IN MY EXHAUST, A HAND IN MY POCKET

And strangely, everything feels fine. Really.
Despite having a loving, encouraging owner, my car seems to be succumbing to old age lately. She creaks, rattles, moans, handles questionably and gives random mystery noises when she's alright, but lately it seems as if she's reminding me that we came about in the same year and although her kind has the advantage of being able to kill somebody and escaping blame, they really cannot last forever (with an owner with limited funds). Lord knows I've been trying; foregoing much needed personal items so's my jalopy can keep moving and lord knows she's been trying as well, but the problems aren't coming one by one anymore. But you know what? As much as it is a cause for concern, it's not going to make me all twitchy and fretty (my usual behaviour). Hell no! My year and a half of living under a serious financial limitation is almost over, but in the meantime I can't do much more than what I'm currently doing, so whatever happens will happen. I'm not going to Wemble over it.
Ever since I've started my "What Can You Do, Really?" program, I've been much much, much more relaxed. Katie's noticed it as well and she's relieved as well. I think I finally got over whatever the hell had me down since my Birthday. About damn time.

Writing's not coming along easy lately. Admittedly I haven't been trying much. If I'm not fretting over the coloring job (that I think I've fucked up) on the long overdue Wolfboy's Party, I've been stealing time to finish my third Underground mode in NFS:Underground. The shit's addictive. I think I may have to just admit I'm a sucky colorist and leave the damn things alone after the inking's done. Either that or photocopy the dang things onto the paper I use and color butcher the copies to get practice. Then I should get as much rest as possible and focus on keeping my ass at the typewriter until I have a story done - - no matter how it comes out. I'll be able to get that rest on my upcoming week off.

May start working on another drawing when I get home this afternoon while I'm at it. Let's see how many things I can start and return to later, as opposed to started on, get stumped on, obsess over, get upset about, rip up and quit.

A HOLE IN MY EXHAUST, A HAND IN MY POCKET

And strangely, everything feels fine. Really.
Despite having a loving, encouraging owner, my car seems to be succumbing to old age lately. She creaks, rattles, moans, handles questionably and gives random mystery noises when she's alright, but lately it seems as if she's reminding me that we came about in the same year and although her kind has the advantage of being able to kill somebody and escaping blame, they really cannot last forever (with an owner with limited funds). Lord knows I've been trying; foregoing much needed personal items so's my jalopy can keep moving and lord knows she's been trying as well, but the problems aren't coming one by one anymore. But you know what? As much as it is a cause for concern, it's not going to make me all twitchy and fretty (my usual behaviour). Hell no! Can't do much more than what I'm currently doing, so whatever happens will happen. I'm not going to Wemble over it.
Ever since I've started my "What Can You Do, Really?" program, I've been much much, much more relaxed. Katie's noticed it as well and she's relieved as well. I think I finally got over whatever the hell had me down since my Birthday. About damn time.

Writing's not coming along easy lately. Admittedly I haven't been trying much. If I'm not fretting over the coloring job (that I think I've fucked up) on the long overdue Wolfboy's Party, I've been stealing time to finish my third Underground mode in NFS:Underground. The shit's addictive. I think I may have to just admit I'm a sucky colorist and leave the damn things alone after the inking's done. Either that or photocopy the dang things onto the paper I use and color butcher the copies to get practice. Then I should get as much rest as possible and focus on keeping my ass at the typewriter until I have a story done - - no matter how it comes out. I'll be able to get that rest on my upcoming week off.

May start working on another drawing when I get home this afternoon while I'm at it. Let's see how many things I can start and return to later, as opposed to started on, get stumped on, obsess over, get upset about, rip up and quit.

IS IT DONE YET? NO

Yep. Done, it is not. It's inked but not done. I started the inking on Friday afternoon during the end of week wash and got distracted when I had to dig into my stash of old comics to find a Kool-Aid ad for some reference on the Kool-Aid man. Then distraction stepped in in the form of Atari game ads, CBS Saturday morning schedules and that scheme where you sold stuff of some sort to gain points to get the cooler stuff like the magic set, off-road radio controlled 4x4 or the slot car set. Man, even though I'm older and know that the impressiveness of the full colour ad and the box art for Atari games were lost in the red dot, blue square presentation, it doesn't make those classic comic book ads any less awesome from when you first came across them.
Where was I again?
Oh. The drawing's not yet in color. Got sidetracked while looking for Kool-Aid man visual reference which I did eventually get when, oddly enough, a Kool-Aid ad came on. I hastily scribbled it down and today when I finally got a picture of the Kool-Aid man, I can see that I should have waited till Monday to finish ink the damn thing. Katie digs it anyway. Next is the colour job which is going to be a light one. I'm never lucky attempting colours but when your stuff falls into the category of lightly detailed line work, you either rely on a buddy who can colour or you do it yourself your friendless self. Distance from and difference caused by infrequent contact with the guy I know who can lay down colours like a computer program has made me opt for the second option. So that's what I'm up for this week in my sparetime, after which I'll put the border around and weep. My first actual drawing of the year has slipped back to March and it looks nothing like the stuff I was putting down before that. Which is good, since I wanted to rid my system of the anime influence. Don't get me wrong: I love the hell out of anime, but the Japanese don't need me stinking up their craft.

HERE'S A LINK

Speaking of non-Japanese art, I came across this pin-up site while searching for Joe Madureira stuff to see if he's been up to anything new. It's pretty decent. Joe Madureira, J. Scott Campbell (although I can really look at their work now without the "Oh shit that's awesome" fanboy tint and see their shortcomings), Adam Hughes, Joe Chiodo (a fave, color-wise), Jason Pearson, Kevin Taylor (his women always seem to be hanging out in cold places), Roger Cruz, Terry Dodson, Mark Texeira and others. Find it at http://www.paintedanvil.com.

Travis Charest! Wow! More an artist than a comic book artist, his work is described as the best you've never seen because of his inability to meet a deadline. A bit stiff (the fanboy tint make it look different) I'd say, but hell, it's pretty amazing. Ten times moreso when he paints. Visit the official, unofficial Travis Charest website at http://www.travischarestgallery.com.

Go, damn it!

IN NEED OF PIGMACOLOUR PENS

If you know of any place that sells Pigmacolour pens, please yell at me. I started inking the Wolfboy's Party drawing last night and realized that my Pigmacolour pen has to be at most, four years old. It's been with me that long thanks to my love/hate, on/off again relationship with drawing. Hasn't gotten much use, but the old dog seems to be on the verge of giving up. All I need for now are two 05's. You can leave a PM at Triniscene or email it after the 10th. By then I should have reactivated that hotmail address.

MUSIC IN MY HEAD...AGAIN

At long last, the music which starts playing in my head before and during bouts of inspiration returned yesterday while inking Wolfboy's Party. Funny thing is that while I'm blocked up with that same Vampire/Werewolf story, I'm getting more and more material on Murphey Also and Seventeen. So the thought hits me: why not continue writing free half-assed wierdo stories for this blog and just not take all the related, connected ideas concerning Murphey Also and Seventeen and try to make a novella out of it? If I continue allowing myself to block myself, I'm just begging for a repeat of Alpha City (which, looking back at it now, was overly idealistic and sucked...admit it and get over it, Lance).
Beats the shit out of my current routine of giggling at new story ideas while playing survivor mode on Capcom vs. SNK 2, I'd say.

But the music...I missed that.

DAY - WHATEVER AND SOMETHING.....WRITER'S BLOCK PERSISTS

However, I finally ran across my leetle sketch pad and resumed work on the Wolfboy drawing. It just may make it to the scanner at work and then to the photobucket account, then linked so you can see it here. The original I've already found an owner for, but it's totally alright if any of you want to keep an e-copy for yourself. and one more thing:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE BOBOBO!!! Without you I'd be yet another single grumpy wierdo. Thanks for making me into an occasionally happy, slightly sexy wierdo. My love or you can aptly be described by Tommy Lee: "It's bananas!!"

WHAT THE FUCK?

Today's the type of day when the voices in my head react to everything by screaming WHAT. THE. FUCK?!
Honestly, man: what the fuck? What the motherfucking fuck? Is everyone so ridiculously full of shit? Are the people who claim to detest fake people and make a point to keep reminding everybody about that just equally or moreso full of shit? Full of shit to the point where they leave a smelly brown trail behind them and can sell jars of their sweat as a compost additive?

Honestly man: what the fuck?