I must run but have exactly 3 minutes – plenty for this. You see, I finally won a battle in which I proved an important fact about the movie “Let The Right One In” to very stubborn friend. I cannot tell you what it is because doing so would ruin the plot. However, here is a victory video inspired by all things dramatic and vampiric. Sound on, please.
There are many, many reasons to hate the holidays. The mass hysteria alone is enough to make me not want to leave my cave until January 2. However, this year was different. We had reason to celebrate at our office holiday party. Observe: Got that? Good. Inspired by such provocative and poignant lyrics, Courtney, Erika and I got to work. Witness the fruit of our labors below!
Lou lays it on a bit thick when he says I’m some sort of internet superstar – we all know that’s not true until I’ve made a bad electroclash album. In any case, check it out here – we talk about my experience with photography so far, art, love and more.
Photo by Ginny Guzman. She also took this. Just like that, another post comin’ at you like a squid outta… Hi. News! Coilhouse Issue 2 is done printing and is ready to rock your soulmeat. Read about that here, won’t you? I’m going to see it in just a couple of hours and my ink-heart fills with something that almost feels like joy. My bestest fwend and piggy Jhonen Vasquez has unleashed a newly re-designed JTHM tshirt. Read all about …
It’s true. Dark clouds seem to be hovering over many heads I care about, my own included. This must be fought heel and claw, comrades! Let us not sink into the abyss, but rather tame and ride that bitch straight to Armageddon! Let the forces know who their daddy is. I mean it. A massive workload stares me in the face, but I feel that unless I make time to write here my head will implode. SO! Here we go. …
Still don’t really have time [or reliable internet] to update here, and I must be off to ship shirts to those of you who ordered now. It’s Monday, it’s pouring rain outside and I’m full of blueberries. So here’s a video and a slap on the ass – now go make it a good week! And read some Coilhouse!
Time Warner Cable has had an outage for over 5 days now. I have tales to tell and photos to share but it will all have to wait, because I have work to do, when I do get to a reliable connection tomorrow. WORK, you understand?
this Thursday, 6-10pm my colleagues and I will be at Meltdown Comics at an Asahi & RedBull-sponsored Beauty Redefined book signing. G4 will be filming. Me: might have a few paintings up and for sale. You: like Asahi, naked ladies and want to be there below, my tentacle jacket, on display at Hope Gallery in NYC
The book signing went rather well, and thus I unleash a photo-tornado from that night upon this world. All photos by Andrew Yoon or Courtney Riot. Courtney and I sharing one of our many tender moments Mother Ebb made a brief appearance! Click below for so much more.
Courtney took lots of photos last night, as did agent Yoon. I’ll make a mega photo post soon, but here’s one, for now: me, dressed like a boy, dancing atop a gogo cube. No idea who the gent is, but he had some serious moves until he was asked to get back on the floor. Mysteriously, I got to stay on the box. A conspiracy?
I hold with those who favor fire. Four [4] Stratosphere Messenger tees remain. Consume!
Walking Micron just now I found red leaves. In fact, my entire neighborhood is covered in fallen leaves. Sweet electric Jesus, could it be? Further signs of changing seasons, here? My neighbors love it when I walk the dog in these pants. I dislike this holiday, but tonight should be a lot of fun anyhow. I’ll be back on Coilhouse soon. Cocooning draws to an end and I’ll be emerging a belligerent butterfly in no time. Check out this heart-warming …
The internet love! I feel it. Grant Gould does it again, and how. Would you buy my pulp comic? Moreover, would you write it? Several of my friends seem to think this would be a great idea. Beyond that… Rain. Yes, it’s finally raining down on Angel City. We hunger for it, awaiting it like the Rapture. Us – sun-spoiled, fragile. Like the city itself, not entirely prepared for the downpour, yet happy at the change, the rare chance to …
Gather ’round, chitlins, and I will tell you a tale. Last night my Russki/Icelandski comrade Quintus came over for some much-needed Russian food and Japanese film consumption. We had pelmeni he’d crafted and by the whiskers of Munchausen they were amazing. Pelmeni are Russia’s equivalent of ravioli, and you should probably try making them at home – this Wikipedia entry has a few suggestions. Do it. Do it. Just do it. Also, we drank a questionable amount of vodka, watched …
I love this! The details around the edges make me think of power lines and branches in the dark. Art inspired by this photo by www.hopeinvain.com – he reminded me of a Robert Frost poem I hold so dear and is also the creator of this. I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. …