Rain.

In case you haven't noticed, for the first 20 days of June, it has rained 16. I am going to go completely bonkers very shortly. I need a vacation.

animeeeeee

I'm not a big anime fan (unless it's miyazaki), but I got the heads up on Twitter to this awesome-o opening.



It's pretty sweet.

Sweet Ass Art Blogs.

These blogs rock my socks. I'm basically always on the lookout for new blogs and sites, so I'll update this list pretty often. These pertain to animation, caricature, cartooning, and live figure studies.

John K

Pete Emslie

Jan Op De Beeck

Grigor Eftimov

Ross Campbell

Kristen McCabe

Brian Oakes

Arkady Roytman

Jeremy Townsend

I did not get a ride to TCAF.

Whatever, I have MoCCA coming to my own backyard in just mere weeks. I shall be grateful for the privilege the universe is bestowing upon me.

Also something I am grateful for is Star Trek. Because how AWESOME WAS THAT SHIT??

Answer: SO AWESOME.

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The tax refund check arrived and I took it to Forbidden Planet and did some shopping. Afterwards it was time for some booze-- Johnnie Walker, yo-- and bills. I also bought some pinkberry. I like frozen yogurt, so sue me.

I do have leftover pocket change, and that's great, since the last employer is OF COURSE dragging his heels to pay me. I do have some boards lined up for Thursday and Friday, and it pays pretty well, and I've worked for this agency before. They pay on time and promptly, so at least that's a relief.

And....... yeah that's all I got for now. I am a boring dude today.

It's been brought to my attention that the economy sucks, studios don't have money to pay me, and I am sort of broke. I may need a "real" job, one that I leave the house for. Possibly wear a name tag and / or uniform.

Oh the horror.

Lately, in between finishing a recent deadline and waiting for the Craigslist fairies to drop another gem of a job in my crotch, I have been drinking too much red bull and staying up to odd hours watching cartoons and sometimes drinking from my strangely vast collection of scotch (chalk that up to a former scotch-enthusiast roommate who, upon moving out of the country, just left 12 bottles of premium stuff behind). I can't say I regret it. I just need money to.... uhh... continue living.



PS there are cats outside having sex and yowling. I am not pleased with this

PPS I want to go to TCAF next weekend, anyone wanna give me a ride?

Dead sexy betch.


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I went to a screening tonight at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Arts tonight, of some interviews with Chuck Jones. Every Thursday, MoCCA actually has lectures & conversations, yet this is the first time I've actually gone. It was very interesting.

At a time when I'm scrounging for storyboarding scraps or am doing boring post work at studios, dealing with the tedium of After Effects or Photoshop touch-ups, it's refreshing to be amongst animators, or at least people still interested in animation. It's inspiring, I dare say.

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I was out of town all last week and part of this week. I was in Florida. Man, I hate Florida. I was visiting Broseph and Dru. Dru has kids now. At least, one fully formed, real kid. Another is on the way. It's strange. She's totally preggers. Her man seems upstanding and cool. Looking at her, Broseph, and myself it's hard to believe that (a. we are edging our way out of our twenties and (b. have known each other since before our twenties. Weird.

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Pre-Watchmen

Slept like 12 hours out of 52.

Assignment done.

Never want to draw again.

Note to self: You need a new damn scanner. This one doesn't even have a lid.

I'm crashing for a brief nap (number 2 of the day) before I head to the city for 'Watchmen'. Will it suck? Will I hate it, and the last 13 years of embracing that graphic novel will be shat upon by Zack Snyder? Time will tell.

Yipes.

It looks like I have to wait until Monday to see The Watchmen now. I got a last minute storyboard assignment, Hope is in town, and Tre has also asked me to wait for him to get back in from Europe.

Blah.

I hope I can make it, and I hope I can make it without hearing too many reviews. I am hoping to God it doesn't suck, and I am perplexed at the idea of reviews coming out to sway me in one direction or the other.

Meanwhile... it has 65% rating on Rotten Tomatoes, which is down from what I had seen earlier. Eugh. I will just avoid it from here on out.

Watchmen Art on Exhibit @ MoCCA

Good to know.

9 Trailer

This looks amazing. Creepy as all hell to be sure, but visually amazing. This totally creeped up on me, I'd not heard a thing about it before the other day.

NY Comic Con 09

Er, yeah, right. Apparently I have a blog.

SO.

I went to NYCC. It was simultaneously a clusterfuck and awesome. I won't get into the particulars about the clusterfuck part of it. That had to do with some bonehead and badges and wah wah wah. I'll talk about the awesome-- which was a large part of it!

There were.... awesome little toy things, for instance.


Yeaaaaah.

And there were a lot of booksellers apparently feeling the sting of a bad economy--you know how you go to the con on the last day and the last few hours everyone starts trying to offer discounts, desperate to not have to lug stuff home? Well the last day sales were every day! At Tales of Wonder I got a Drew Struzan book, normally retailing for $60 for $20! Unreal! Their loss in profit is my bookshelf's gain.

I came across the table for Art²Publishing, which appears to be a pretty damn solid independent book company.... they had this book, which I LOVE-- I need to check out the rest of their small catalouge:



There was Oni Press' booth, where I scored the awesome, obligatory copy of Scott Pilgrim Vs the Universe:


I was lucky enough to be there when Bryan Lee O'Malley was there so I got the sucker signed. While at the booth, I was also compelled to flip through Apocalipstix, at the behest of my con bud Ryan-- and yeah, I kinda liked it.


I had heard of Ray Fawkes but had not read anything by him. I really dig this book and am glad to have found someone new.... here's an interview with him from NYCC over at The Quarter Bin.

I stopped by the Dumbrella booth to see if Meredith Gran was there-- dude, her webcomic Octopus Pie is pretty dope. I've mentioned it before. I kind of hoped to be an idiot and compliment her but she was out. BUT I went over to Blind Ferret's table and met with the artist of Least I Could Do, Lar. He was dope and awesome and signed a copy of the book, but man, that Canuck is popular. A veritable swarm of people.

And then I had to go. Honestly, I did more stuff but I kinda forget it all. I do have like ten pounds of free flyers and postcards that people were desperately throwing at me to promote their stuff. I should go through 'em all...

Dude-tastic

My facial hair may be the downfall of me yet, but strangely, middle aged African American ladies on the G train LOVE me because of it. So if my social life was just constrained to the G train, I'd be doing okay. But it's not. I am derided mercilessly. I am kind of asking for it. The hipster-tache is an unwelcome sight.

I may as well be sporting an Adolf-stache.

Jobhunting is, apparently, my new job. Craigslist, why do you taunt me so? Seriously: just back off. Stop sucking so hard.

I can't complain too terribly much; I worked 3 full days at my full day rate last week in an editing suite and a buddy is passing some cash under the table to me for some storyboards I did. It could be worse.

It could probably be better. I could probably be in LA or something. Unemployed, but possibly warmer than I am tonight.

Ice storms ahoy!