A new addition to stuff I like...

Oh mother...

Landmark Town

Well, three out of four graduate schools have turned me down, and not that I blame them, really I don't.  I'm kind of hard to like...  I already bought a good professor blazer though.  I guess I could start wearing it to the bar.  I've noticed you get looks if you show up to a bar in  a blazer.

  

Here is a drawing of a lizard in a spray bottle:

I don't know what the idea was behind these drawings, they're old.  I know they weren't meant to be preachy or anything.

Here is a segment from a story called "Landmark Town" that I did not submit to any graduate school because I thought it was too goofy.  The story is just this guy describing the town he is from and all the landmarks that make it so great, and the landmarks just keep getting weirder and more violent.  I did submit as my writing samples more serious minded literature that really drilled into the idea that life and all our pursuits are meaningless (which I find to be funny, not depressing).  No wonder they loved me so much.  Maybe I dodged a bullet, not having to be trapped in a classroom with a bunch of hopeful people.  How do you write something optimistic without sounding like you're running for president?  Boy, things sure could be great if we lived like this!

Anyway, here are some words from "Landmark Town":

Up further where Broadway meets Main Street you can see our famous revolving restaurant, Chino’s Italiano.  Yep, it is the only street level revolving restaurant in the U.S.A.  Well, it doesn’t revolve currently due to the accidents.  The gears underneath posed a kind of hazard for children and small pets.  One lady lost her dog.  Look at your face!  You think I’m kidding?  Just snatched hold the leash, the ways those things will, pulled it right out of her hand and grinded him up like that.  Gruesome.  Could have been avoided, I think, with a little common sense,  but you know the city council got all up in arms and now the revolving restaurant is a more traditional immobile restaurant.   The gears are still there behind some chain link fencing.  You can see them from the sidewalk.  I bet they still work.  

Jersey Gore

Episode 57 of the acclaimed sci-fi drama The Grey Zone, starring Bearcat Ponder and Elly Tarsus.  Come back next week for a dick joke.

Sneak a peek!

here are a two pages from my sketchbooks and another useless robot.  No human should ever have to stand over a deep fryer.  I really like this arm robot.  So much emotion can be portrayed through a single mechanical arm.  Can you sense the despondency?  At least robots can't get heart disease.  Mmmm, I wish I had a toasted ravioli right now!

Tomorrow I will be posting the first panel from my comic strip The Grey Zone. It is a parody of the X-Files for all you lone gunmen out there.

More uselessness...

;) I have nothing clever to say.

I am a useless robot...

Anticipating the arrival of my last two rejection emails from grad school I have been busy as a bee trying to keep the gut punching bully of dread and anxiety at bay.  Despite my lack of blog updates I have been doing a lot of work.  The SUPER YACHTS series of paintings are well under way and I will be posting some photos of my progress later this week.  I have also been drawing new comics, none of which are presentable but I do have some small drawings that I have been doing to generate ideas and to simply keep my hands moving so I can't keep tapping the refresh button on my inbox anymore.

This is a drawing of my lovely lady Katherine.

I started doing a series of small drawings of what I'm calling "Useless Robots."  Check back to see more.

I'm thinking about saving the money I might have spent on Grad school to buy a new computer!  Oh, and move out of this black mold infested death trap*.  Priorities.

*exaggeration

What's not new?

Working on sketches for new paintings but have nothing really to show yet.  All I can tell you is that it involves SUPER YACHTS.  These are not your daddy's yachts, no sir.  Your dad didn't have a helicopter, or another tiny yacht that fits inside the super yacht which we are discussing now.  Anyway...

Dug into my digital archives and dusted off some older stories.  These words are from a story called The Expert.

As he approached city hall, with its dull fountains and its schoolroom lighting, Parker saw a young woman in a nice looking green suit with pants that pinched between her thighs, and he knew in order to have had that life he would had to have a wife.  And to have had a wife he would had to have been an expert in women.   

And he thought, to be married now he would have had to been able to say things that seemed so logical but for some reason, he threw his rages against 

at the time.  

He

 fought tooth and nail for every last dreg of credibility, when the trough had already been licked clean.  

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arker had thrown himself into the role of a lover then found himself suddenly, rather unremar

kably, abandoned.  Left to never love again.  Not for real.  Because he didn’t know what love was.  He felt love for every soft faced woman he saw.  As that young woman passed he felt the twinge in his gut and wanted to ask her all about her day, though he didn't care what she had to say