Garfieldminusgarfield is swell.

tasteful!

A few nights ago we caught a woman giving a guy a hummer in the parking lot, while taking a leak all over her white stretch-pants, which were artfully bunched around her ankles.

Hooray! Eros theme, here I come!

“Marital rape, all night long!”

Apparently discussions of antiquated legal doctrines and third-world countries help us bowl. We both did really well tonight. Lisa, I bowled my worst when we encountered Bob, so ha. Oh yeah, the above is a quote from Colin as I was dropping him off at your house…..

…concerning the subject of the legal note I am going to be researching tonight.  Sicko.

That should sufficiently explain my sentiments on this subject of bars at the moment.

I am in love with the anteaters, Pua and Stewie. I found their Flickr account, and am disturbingly cheery every time I look at them.

I stick by my prior statement that they are the best things in the world.

Photos from San Diego trip

Set Here.

stuffs

New comic I just finished up for Colin. I’m too lazy to fix the text, and I don’t really know how to use photoshop or a ruler, so this is basically what you get. I might break out the ink again on the early pages.

Garage Band–Gipi

From Italian artist, Gipi, comes a subtle masterpiece. The understated linework and muted watercolors lend themselves beautifully to the story, which deals with the complex composition of human interactions and emotions.

The book is separated into four canzoni, which translates to song in Italian. Each canzone works to heighten attachment to the characters, and reveals strange aspects of their person.

The characters’ paths are noticeably notched out in the beginning of the work, and we see them struggle to rise out of, or sink deeper into, their chosen venues. Each character is faced with a separate, yet intertwined struggle, as the reader experiences the corrosive and healing qualities of a group mentality.

“He’s still obsessed with death and fatal illnesses. But now he has music too…and I didn’t want him to get miserable again.”

Read sample pages at firstsecond’s site.

Fables Panel

Today we went back to the convention center to see the Fables panel, and to take photos with various Lego statues.  Hopefully some of the photos will be free-and-clear of babies heads and smiling children.  I hate smiling children.

At the Fables panel they handed out a “secret” page, by Bill Willingham and Matt Sturges, featuring Babe the Miniature Blue Ox.  Poor Babe is easy to ship.  There is a limited number of prints (around 309?), which are signed, but not numbered.  I suspect many will be placed on Ebay within a matter of hours (Comic-Con 2007 officially ends this afternoon, so the nerds will try to flip this shit rather fast). 

Matt Sturges makes me swoon.  I do love monster tall men with nerdy, little glasses.

Fortress of Solitude!

Comic-Con:  Day 4

 Today was probably the best day of Comic-con so far, strictly because the main floor was avoided for most of the day.

Yesterday I had some select Hernandez pieces signed–Gilbert seemed a little suprised that I brought in “Birdland” (porno).  “It pays to read comics.”

Paul Pope seems to be very self-centered, as I imagined he would be.  It doesn’t detract from the fact that his work is still wonderful; and besides, he isn’t a dick about it. 

Ashley Wood was nothing as I imagined him to be.  He was very…big.  I had pictured him a small, timid fellow, yet he turned out burly, with a strange, deep voice. 

Jeffrey Brown is still dreamy, yet very awkward and shy.  My knees were knocking as I tossed my comic at him to sign (so maybe not really). 

The panels today were very good.  I went to the ONI press, Paul Pope, Futurama, Film Crew, Sarah Silverman, and Warren Ellis.  The Film Crew panel was by far my favorite.  They showed clips from their new films (coming out in August!), which were very well done (as far as I can tell from the five minute clip of each).   The audience needs to learn that trying to yell witty comments over the movie will not get you a spot on the panel, and will only serve to irritate everyone else.

I’ve decided Comic-Con should have a room dedicated solely to mass-turbation.  In it would be a row of scantily clad females, wearing remains of fantasy-themed outfits, giggling and spanking each other with various weapons.  The purpose of the room would quickly be revealed, as the traffic in the lanes on the convention center floor would rapidly decrease, as all of the stalled nerds with hands wriggling in pockets would be contained in one come filled room.  Yay!

I almost forgot, Joe Matt signed his new book for me today, and I fairly think he was hitting on me!  He is the first guy at the entire convention center that has done so.  I was worried for a few days there.  Phew.

 Tomorrow pictures will be taken and beaches will be conquered.

ta-da!

San Diego Comic-Con:

 Comic-Con has been an awesome experience so far, seeing how I have been able to carefully navigate the treacherous waters teeming with thousands of frenzied nerds and spectators, looking for free chum.  I’m not sure if I would last were it not for the panels, which provide a much appreciated break from the bustle of the Star Wars and anime fans. 

I’ve already blown my load and spent most of my comic budget, but I will be good and not tap into the food funds as of yet.  I need to start picking up bottles in order to purchase a $10 hamburger at Comic Con.

I rather wish that Comic Con was not as much of an entertainment expo as it has turned out to be this year.  While it is nice to see the movie panels and look at the booths, it draws out an entirely different crowd for which I had not mentally prepared myself–namely “normal” people, who bring a more derisive tone to the whole event (although I imagine the community itself views the activities as amusing, if not worse).  The movie booths also add to the feeling of being crammed into a giant sardine tin, soaking in your own juices.  Once you are clear of the area the crowd smooths out, so the comic sections are relatively uncrowded, compared to the toys and previews. 

Company has been great thus far.  The drive out from Oklahoma was entertaining, and we stopped at many roadside “attractions,” taking pictures with homemade dinosaur tributes and being harrassed by creepy fossil shop employees along the way. 

We visited the beach on Wednesday, and are now all adequately cripsed (except for Ryan, who apparently goes into the sun periodically).  The worst idea I’ve had this trip to to carry a packed and loaded bag on freshly cooked shoulders.  Wah-wah!