Sketch day

quick sketch of the day. Batman. In a beautiful world i would make AT LEAST one of these a day. But as we all know, i'm a lazy sack of lazy potatoes. Not the worst kind of potatoes*, but close. Also people would pay me obscene amounts of cash to draw nonsesne. I mean come on, Batman has a lower body and longer arms. Also Batman is spelled with a "T". See? this is nonsense.



*the worst kinda potato is the Sally Potato. 3 bites legally changes your name to Sally. If your name is already Sally, then it kills you, and changes your name to Gene. Terrible potato.

Hellboys and Hellgirls

So quantum believers, as you no doubt looked up on your arm-grafted Light-Puters, i got one of my early breaks just recently to me, perhaps upwards of a decade or more to you. This would be the Hellboy art show in philadelphia, at the local comic book shoppe Brave New Worlds. so i made two pieces, one i spent some time drawing, and the other i spent more time writing. One lacks the quality of the other. So this one right here is the funnier one, where i made various characters as they would appear in the Highschool Yearbook. Big news? Or old to you by now? this mother sold. I originally put a $15 tag on this, but for some reason, it sold for $25. That like totally covered cost of paper and frames, for these guys, and all the others that didn't sell ... and subsequently the frames of those broke, not allowing them to be reused ... and so on.

So this one here is the one i spent artistic time on, which did not sell. Which i'm totally fine with. Any hypernet rumors you read about my tearful lament were greatly untruthified. But i think it looks neat, and i take pride in the ubber corny poem i made. Guess thats it. Enjoy the 3rd in what is considered a almost reasonable short time of updates.

dogs and cats ... eye of newt and wing of FRAK

I'm not proud of that headline joke, but there it shall stand, reminding me to put more effort into future puns. Well another belated post is upon thee ... thine? Both of us. Many moons ago, about October, i scurried off to New York (city/state) to gallivant around yet another comic convention. this one was sponsored by Wizard. Yes it has fewer guest stars, (and fewer still as cancellations arose throughout the leading weeks) but also means fewer folk i hate / hate me in the comic world. I can't believe i'm not in the industry in the slightest, and i have like 2 comic creators that dislike me, or know of me enough to stay away.

Regardless, i made the trek to the apple shaped city not for nerdism, but for a nerdy gal. That was the main goal. But i figure while i was there, may as well nerd-out to who ever was going to show up. In the few months leading up to the con, i just so happened to

pull out a Battlestar marathon with one of me best mates. From about 1am - 4ish we would watch a few episodes nearly nightly. Needless to say, save for the final episode, i was fairly hooked. And had a weird man crush on General Tigh. Captain Tigh? XO Tigh. Of whom would be at the show.

Now i had no plans for anyone to sign anything, because what's the point? to say i met the guy/gal? sell it on ebay? Well i met Michael Hogan (he who doth play the Tigh) out in the parking lot the 1st day. I ran out there cause my mom was calling me, and i couldn't hear her. While on the phone, there Hogan was, smoking a cig, and chatting with his volunteer body guard. I told my mom, "Mom there's someone from TV out here i admire ... i ... gotta ........goooo" So met the guy and it went something like this. Also i can do a fine impression of Tigh, so imagine a 30-40 year younger, more jewish version of Tigh:

"Oh hey man, sorry, i was just over there geeking out"

"Oh ya ya. Sure. Geek away."

"Hate to bother you, but you are like the main reason i came out. You and .... [blank on real name] Adama, who sadly had to cancel."

"Well ya. Eddie is doooin that there Green Harnet movie. And we wesh him all the best."

[as the volunteer is getting in between me and Mix-Master-Eyepatch, i try to squeeze in one more question]

"Hey, Michael, if i ran into you during the show again, would i be able to get you to sign something? Or do you charge for that?" [in my defense, the website said he charged for pictures, but no mention of autographs]

"Ya ya, its gonna run ya 30 bucks. Gotta break the bank and bleed yer wallet. But hope tah see ya around all the same"

Well that sealed it, i had to get the guy to sign something, and would be the only guy there i would have paid to see his loverly Handcock. So i spent the blunt of the night concocting a picture, ala the Bruce Campbell picture, with the blank speech bubble. Well Mr Hogan loved the damn thing. He asked why i wasn't at my own table. (or he was being overly nice for my fandom) and he screamed the words as he wrote in the speech bubble "You are ... the FRAKKING King!"

The version i am showing here is just the digital ver. If i get unlazy enough with bouts of speed use, and dropping Mexican sugar dots, then i might scan the actual photo / scribblings. Best 30 bucks spent ever.

Phew-eee

Man this things are becoming regular events concurrent with daylight savings or some such. Well i have a few goodies here, that i shall share intermittently. This here is from a few months back, from an art gallery my friend hosts. That show was the 80s Videogame show. Though i think the 80s part of it was taken from the title. Anyways, there were lots of great pieces at the show. Now being the phenomenal narcissist that i be, i generally will enter a collection of art and be either among the best artistically or best humorously. This show humbled my grandness for about a night, as i wasn't even close to the top ten in either category, in my opinion. But since i'm not posting any of the others' works, all you get to know is how awesome this one piece is. Unless you are familiar with 'I am 8-bit'. Then i don't look so hot. Enjoy.

For those who are unaware because your videogame knowledge is severely lacking, this is my tribute to the classic game Burgertime. Only i reversed the ominous roles of the chef and the food people, and subsequently the tiny baby sausage people. I also charged $19.87 for this ... or something close to that price, reflecting the year it was made. It did not sell. I would sell it to all you humble folk, but you can just as easily save this to your harddrives, you damned moochers.

Busy and Lazy

Well folks, i've been mostly lazy since my last post. In ... Decemeber? woof, sorry about that. Also for the last several months (but not all 8) i've been retardo busy on various projects. One of interest is animation for a live stage production of 'Harold and the Purple Crayon'. Check your local theater's schedule for details and show tours. They needed about 55 minutes of animation. I was Assistant Director for a summer animation workshop, and lead various interns to create this piece, trying to do as little work as possible, only to do touch ups at summer's end. Well most of the interns fell through in either not completing their scenes, not getting them to me on time, not timing their sections to the music, or arranging the timelines in confusing and obscure ways. They wanted the 2 weeks between the workshop's end and the 1st stage rehersal to finish their scenes ... well in general they didn't finish up to standards, save for very few moments. About 10% was usable.

So for the following 2 weeks (including the moment this is being written) I had to finish and correct all their work. As well as create entire scenes from nothing. (needless to say, these scenes all done by me, had little tweaks and corrections later on) During these 2 weeks, i had to adjust tweak and create whatever they needed, while simply finishing uncompleted scenes. On average i was getting 1.5 non-consecutive hours a day. Some days i got 4 hours not in a row, some days 20 minutes. Needless to say i was fairly irratable toward the end of it all. Me and the director, great guy in all honesty, were pleasantly wanting to kill one another the whole time. We were both pissed at the beginning state of animation, and all his changes were expecting me to be as good as i boast. Even at modest levels, i'm phenominal. Regardless, he asked for 10 hours of animation, and with my other paying job in the way, i would only have 6 hours to work on it. If i gave up showers, sleep, shaving, and any version of food prep.

Anyways, i can't comment on the ending to this story. But in the middle of my morbidly sleep deprived state, i made a small comic about one of the HUGE plot holes of Hellboy 2. If you saw it, enjoy how much time the movie wasted with its story. If you haven't seen it, this is basically a story spoiler, but not a movie sploiler. Regardless, i loved HB2's visuals. And i loved small sections of how the story unfolded. But here is one of my frustrated moments of the movie. I plan to have many more Plot Hole Theater comics. I have plenty to say on my favorite Trilogy. stay tuned

Hey there Mr Shintoist, Merry Fuh'in XMAS

Ho HO Hiya Quantum Folk,

I got some belated Xmas gifts for ya! Some christmas cards for your loved ones. Well Xmas post cards. I printed these out on photo paper, and put terrible facts about christmas on them. Maybe i'll scan them and make an update. But for now, just the pics, yo.

Good ideas with testicles on the side

So i had a brilliant idea. For a hypothetically awesome night. I met Bruce Campbell tonight, somewhat, he was present for the showing of My Name is Bruce for a Q n A. So he walked by me a few times. And each time i froze. So the plan was to ask him an awesome question or have him sign something more awesome. DVD? Toy? poster? AH .. a drawing i made of him. Perhaps as an insane Campbell that thinks he truly is Ash. Perfect. What should drawn Bruce be saying? couldnt think. Drew a speech bubble in early thumbnails ... in my head. Eventually i came up with the bestest idea ever. DONT PUT ANYTHING IN THE BUBBLE! so when bruce signs it, he can write whatever the fuck he wants to! Maybe i would start a trend of this. Knowing famous folk are coming my way, draw up a cariacture of them, and have them fill in speech bubbles! awesome! Only bruce campbell wasnt signing anything, and the 10 fantastic lies i came up with to make him do it were shot down by my crippling frozen body when he would come near. Him and Weird Al are all i would freeze for.

To make up for my introvertedness, i made fun of some douches behind me. They were talking throughout the movie, making bad jokes ... laughing at them. Then when Bruce should have shown up for the Q n A, they started chanting BOO .. BOO-Ruce ... BOOOO-RUCE ... and thought they were some fuckin shits. So i laughed as loud and as hysterically as i could, during their silence, overly explaining their joke. Theyre best comeback was that they guess people with beards can make jokes. They werent worthy of my ridicule, they wouldnt get it. Luckily Bruce called them douches when he showed up. Sol good. So here's the blank bubble picture of ol brucie.