The place we’re having lunch at has… bottles of irony. Heh.
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The place we’re having lunch at has… bottles of irony. Heh.
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Please, don’t kill kids. But by all means, shoot everything else and use a high speed camera to film it and put it on the internet.
But no shooting kids.
While looking through the sketches, I thought it was strange that I had no Olympics related drawings. There’s so many great visual moments associated with the Olympics. The runners, the swimmers, and the basketball players. First off, a big booyakehshaw to the Men’s Bball team. Best. Game. Ever. The Spaniards wouldn’t go away. Lebron looked like he lost his heart when he got dunked on nasty, but Kobe and Dwyane just kept the whole thing together and the ship called USA Men’s Bball came into port, rich with gold. Makes me want to go play basketball. It also makes me want to get back the 4 hours of sleep I lost watching the game from 2:30 to 4am…
This weekend was somewhat productive. I bought a wireless print server which will let me and the lady print from all the machines we have in the house. We also set one up for her mom, and she can now print from the laptop. Hell, she could print from the can if she wanted to. Man, I wonder if I can hook my iPhone up to the print server somehow… It was a bit of a splurge because I don’t really print that often. It’s not because I’m green, or believe in Ents. It’s because I’m cheap. Ink is EXPENSIVE. But apparently, I’m stupid enough to spend money on wireless print servers. At 30 bucks refurbished, it was a nice deal, though.
Ok. The dryer just made its buzz. Folding and then bed time.
Ok, folks, catching up with the sketches. There’s a couple things in here that look pretty solid and it makes me feel good as I gear up to do my comic. I’m writing in bits and pieces. I forgot how tough it can be to write fiction on the spot. I just keep going back trying to fine tune what I want to show with what I want to get across and what I want characters to say. You want them to sound cool, but you don’t want them to sound like jackasses. You also don’t want to waste time because, well, I’m drawing the thing and I want to be efficient about it… The worst part of it all is that the comic is based on some real geeky sci fi-ish sort of things, and FAITH. I hate faith. I wish I had an explanation for everything in the comic, but part of it… well, part of it falls on worlds other than these. Anyway. SKetches are below.
You know the great thing about the stairwells in my work building?
They’re all locked from the inside on the ground floor. So not only am
I unable to enter from outside and exercise up six flights of stairs
in the morning to help me become the next (stair climbing version)
Phelps, but if there’s a fire, my ass is going to have to jump into
the crowd of fleeing children from the daycare on the first floor. My
god, that sentence was a doozie.
All I’ve been hearing about is this Phelps guy and how many calories
he eats and burns to win. What’s going to happen when he stops
swimming? He’s gonna get chubbier than a young boy’s crotch at a Miley
Cyrus concert. Below is MY breakfast of champions. Witness the glory
of the mighty strawberry Pop Tart and drown in it’s golden light of
goodness.
Still. Gotta love Phelps and Co. for kicking France’s @$$.
I know this sketch dump ends in the future, but hey, there you have it. The comic pages are what usually put me ahead. After awhile, they became a bit of a chore, so I’d usually draw stuff on the side on those days anyway and that’s what’s put me ahead. It’s no one’s fault, I just get bored easily in that manner. It worries me that it may happen with my upcoming project. I’m hoping since it’s something I’m creating, that will give me the edge to keep moving and bring the story to its conclusion. All the hard work I’ve had to do on Cocuyo has made me realize that if I don’t want to have to draw this comic for 5 years or something, I need to be very efficient with my writing and turn most pages into story beats. Sure, there’s room for art and moments, but things need to move along or it’ll turn into Lost. Or worse. Heroes…
So here’s some sketches. (more…)
The Olympics have been great to watch. Michael Phelps and Co have busted an Oh-la-la at the French and Team USA basketball has been dominant. But I haven’t really seen anything funny other than Katie Hoff’s goggle forehead (which I can’t find a picture of). Except. For this.
If you can’t beat them, knock them down.
I work with computer people. They are not often tolerant of less intelligent computer users. I understand that. I honestly think nowadays, if you do not possess certain computer skills (Can’t find My Computer or the Start button on a Windows machine?), you should be making lemonade. However, I hope I never become as much of a prick as this guy.
The words, originally uploaded by wickedneuron.
Tap em out
Scribble em
Stare at the blank page
Read between the lines
Jot on the porch
Kick back
Cross your legs
Put your ankle
on the wooden rail
Catch a splinter
Feel it stick in your heel
Like a lover’s bite
Gasp
Drop your glass of whiskey
On the page
Shatter hard glass chunks
Spill sweet fire
Watch the words
Go
Drunk.
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