Tuesday, September 26, 2006
stumped
Woke up in a sweat. my hand had been cut, off, and was laying in a sticky mess of blood between my legs on the sheet.
Then I woke up. Shaking. shaken. I tried to wipe the sweat from my face, but my arm ended prematurely in thick bandages and I couldn't.
Then I woke up. jesus fuck! enough! my breathing slowed, my heart quieted. My stump itched.
I could no longer wake up. the panic moved slowly, but it came.
b. seminar
I endured a Seminar on Communications in the Workplace. Four. Hours. Long. We had to write down any "a-Ha!" moments we had during the horror. Here are some of mine:
The first lightbulb graphic appeared (on the 150 slide Powerpoint presentation) only five minutes in.
The word "Synergy" appeared first at the 30 minute mark.
"Be in the question."
You don't have to raise your hands if you have to go "number one" or "number two".
"Get off of your dot and into my dot."
"I'm constantly trying to get my dot bigger."
"I read a book, called "How to Read People Like a Book."
And my favorite: "The main thing is to keep the main thing the main thing."
So needless to say -I mean communicate, I spent most of the time sketching, and trying to remember the lyrics to a-ha's "Take On Me."
The day I found my face
Once they found the masks, their lives changed. When they went out, people noticed them, liked them. Being the center of attention, being noticed at all. It had become addictive.
Kevin even got to make out with a woman last month. Wayne doesn't think he's taken off the mask since, not for sleep, or eating. He never took showers much. Wayne too, hardly took it off anymore. When he dreams, his face is just the mask, and he wonders what that means.
Last week, he forgot Kevin's name. He stared at his friend, and stared, but for words, only "Sopapea" would come. It felt right. He knew it should not have. He stared in the mirror, trying to recall what color his hair was. It wasn't important.
once. were. warmer. redux
just B. doing that smiling thing
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood a while in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One two! One two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
-Lewis Carroll
(yeah, um. someone told me I should quote some poetry.)
Dirty. the new clean
It was at that moment, she missed the old days. when being a textbook model was nothing more than standing in a room with a rainbow of ethnicities, and smiling as you handed things to each other.
b. sunsets never last
maybe they're not supposed to. the preciousness of the fleeting moment and all that crap. maybe that's true. but I'd be willing to risk a little mayhem and destruction on a global scale, hold the earth back from its rotation. for just a little more time.
then I'll let you know if it's any less precious.
heroin faerie. chic.
snakes. are now out of my system. and on a plane
kids. with guns. they're our future
I'm not sure what the statistic is, but I think when you let your small child man the gun on your attack helicopter. you're never going to have pinpoint accuracy.
but there's the father/daughter bonding.
Chapter 3: Sexuality is Not Multiple Choice
A Fremont pub - day of the Solstice Parade. How could this woman stand there and tell me she was disgusted? I was sketching two women kissing. Two hot women. At a bar in Fremont. During the Solstice Parade! I mean, of all places and on all days, how could she be appalled at this? Right outside, 300lb. men were biking in nothing but sweaty body-paint and wishful thinking.
But now I want to thank her. For the entire pint of Newcastle that “accidentally” drowned my sketchbook. And for her attitude.
Yay homophobe! you helped me make art!
ring finger. ed.
As of December 7th, 2005, no more smoking allowed in bars in Seattle. I draw at
night, I like to draw around people, so I draw in bars. I don't smoke,
but I put up with it. So last night I felt like drawing something to
express how sorry I am about this great loss of civil liberties. Some
non-verbal cue that says I'm with them in spirit. something that says,
f%$k off, quit whining, its only 29 degrees outside, go light up.
or just f%$k off.
benny. balance.
he's been getting worse. ever since the city shut him down. See, Benny balances rocks. try it sometime. and go four or five high, with rocks so heavy you can hardly lift them. now try it while living on the sidewalk.
I think the balance was important to him. Without the mute towers standing still around him, he's unraveling. His rages are more frequent now, and much more intense. Almost every night, he's roaring to the heavens, or to the frat boys at the Nectar and Ballroom, or to the ground. hours and hours.
You fuckers. you cowardly fuckers willing to anonymously stand up against him, speak ill behind his back. well. how about now? now that you've taken the one thing away from him that he lived for? Are your mocha-frappa-latte-scones tastier now? your organic-freerange-localgrown-soy-burgers more satisfying? your faux-artsy-crafty-freespirit-quirky neighborhood gentrified enough?
you deserve every minute of his screams.
victory. is a cool breeze
The Scene: USS Abraham Lincoln - May. 2, 2003. Bush arrives via navy jet, greeted by throngs of telegenically arranged cheering servicemen. As he swaggers across the massive deck, two of the seamen begin arguing:
"..but dude, he's-"
"shut-up! shut it! Don't say anything!"
"but.. but, I don't underst-"
"Just chill dude. This is how he looks in person."
"wait. on tv he has clothes on?"
"yeah. it's a broadcast flag. gift from the FCC."
"wow. but I mean.. wow. Why does.. how does he do it?"
"old trick. He just keeps saying things that draw attention away from the obvious."
"oh. Oh. .... huh. ok, wow. I can't wait to hear what he's gonna say."
P.S. This one is Creative Commons (license), so anyone can use it for anything. knock yourselves out.
I just see stars with these glasses
ok, this isn't the same as the other one. Turns out she just likes to do this. I saw her at it again last weekend, only this time she was convincing some barflies that she had special powers.
She told them, when she held glasses to her breast and focused the waning sunlight through them, she could coalesce the beams onto a wall and then you could see THROUGH the wall.
Pffft. It was totally blurry. I think she just likes the attention.
supervillain. hookup
She glanced my way, but didn't give me a second look. I wasn't her type. Villain groupie.
He was third rate. hardly a "super" villain. he didn't even have his own
secret lair. Shared a loft space with some lava guy and the dude with
mind-controlled birds. I overheard him say something about his
destructo-ray being huge, and then she said something about Dr.
Mentos having a pretty big one. blah blah, the usual pick up stuff.
Dunno why, but I felt sorry for the guy. Maybe because he hadn't
actually destroyed anything in a while, or maybe because I figured
if the bad guys got laid a little more, maybe they wouldn't be so bad. So when he
got up to leave -with her- I caught his eye, nodded, and let him go till later. he looked relieved.
Better not be any mind-controlled birds when I get there. fucking
hate mind-controlled birds.
the devil. you know
Ok. yes the ink was red, and yeah, that should have been a tip-off. but ohmygod, the offer was amazing. life changing. everything I ever wanted. but he was leaving, heading back down to somewhere, dunno where I wasn't really listening. if I didn't sign then, I'd lose it. that I heard.
I couldn't lose it. not after.. not again. so after shaking his hand (and kinda painfully catching my finger on his cufflink or something) I was somehow holding his pen (which was a cool trick, I thought).
and I signed. it was mine. all mine. mine mine mine. finally.
but now I have this cough. and I can't.. I'm having trouble walking, just started today. and there's hair in my sink. lots of hair.
and the ink was red.
shalynn. kungfu
When she was little, she modeled for the box art on the Charlie's Angels action figures. You can debate the merits of the faux-feminism of the famous 70s detectives all you want. It may have been silly, even dumb.
But Shalynn is now a world travelling deep sea diver oceanographer martial artist gourmet chef with secret ties to several covert government agencies. with a walk-in closet bigger than her bedroom. all shoes.
I'm just sayin. maybe. just maybe. Aaron Spelling is a fucking genius.
how to. draw dick. cheney.
yorkers & hirosophy started a new group, the Art Recipes Group. Their goal is to try to take some of the mystery out of the creative process, by inviting people to show how they made stuff, using a step-by-step series of images. This is my first contribution. So kick back, and browse through each image in this set to see how I Drew Dick Cheney. Please follow the order of the SET, not the photostream.
just. crow
blue ballpoint, full moleskine sketchbook, backside of a piece of notepaper, and a loud f%$king bird that won't shut the f#*k up outside the window. not exactly magic, but it killed an hour or so.
draw.blood.draw
"Dude!"
"What?"
"You're bleeding!"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. I know. It happens when I draw for too long."
"You draw till you bleed?!"
"Just lately."
"You should stop!"
"I can't."
"Why?!"
"I'm not done."
super fluffy kitten weight
She's 5'2". She wears Kermit slippers to the fight. Her knuckles are drawn onto her gloves with Hello Kitty stickers. And every time she steps into the ring, her opponents always forget the three important things:
1. She's undefeated
2. No one fights her twice
3. She's never seen round two
4. Hitting her in the face really pisses her off
that extra one, they remember once they wake up.
miss. communication
He thought it was going to be his day. Sept. 19th, 2006. Talk Like a Pirate Day.
She was unimpressed. He took solace in his bar-mate, who exchanged messages silently with him all evening. Pirate messages. It was almost enough.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Cui Bono, "Who Benefits"
