Walt for Desert

I just ate some cereal.  It was unsatisfying...  here is a drawing of Walt / Bryan Cranston from Breaking Bad for my illustration portfolio.  Bought some new markers to do it.  One of the colors I bought was "sand".  Another color I bought was "shell."  I also bought "taupe," "rose petal", and "light peach".  All equally funny names.

***I was wrong.  They did not announce the winners of the TMR audio contest yet.

Drawing hope...

 

Building up my illustration portfolio with some new drawings (celeb portraits, article based stuff) so maybe I can get a job that doesn't involve not getting tipped.

  

Side note: Fuck you kid who eats egg sandwiches everyday, it comes with cheddar mother fucker and you have high cholesterol anyway.  You should eat a bananna.

Jon Stewart is in the portrait.  For some reason the yellow is more pronounced on here, and by "pronounced" I mean "fucking too bright."

no wonder i can't get any work done... desk

N@B

Just made this flier for the St. Louis event Noir at the Bar featuring all sorts of badness in a good way.

There ya have it folks...

I got distracted.  Just submitted an audio story to a competition, so I spent a lot of time recording the sounds of my dog sighing and shifting uncomfortably and me cussing at him.  Hopefully I can find a way to post it on here.  The story, not the dog sounds and cussing.

Anyway, been working on a new story "There ya have it folks..." here is a video that helped inspire it.  Here are some words from the story:

“Hey light this,” some goatee guy in a hoody said, holding in front of Sabrina a small cyclinder with the face of the evil man printed on the side.  The radius of a red target made its sights on the center of his tan skull.  Sabrina tapped the burning end of her sparkler, like a fairy god mother tapping a dumpy step child with her wand, and lit the twisted whick that came up out of the evil man’s turban.  The goatee guy set the firework down and stepped away cooly.  The crowd backed away with him and watched.  There was a moment of nothing, then the cylinder burst from the top with the gaudy redness of casino lights, spraying in a volcano of almost electrical looking sparks.  It spit four balls that snapped in two, which was followed by a forceful blue smoke that choked out rather quickly.  The crowd was quiet.  Sabrina could hear her sparkler hissing, and she held it further away from her body.  Then the crowd cheered and closed around.  A few people tried to stomp on the spent cylinder, but they wrapped into one another and tumbled, knocking it over on its side.  The cylinder then rolled to Sabrina’s feet.  She stomped it so viciously, and kicked it so hard that it arched upwards spinning through the air, toward a fat guy with a red beard and a Redskins Jersey, who in turn raised his foot like it were ten thousand pounds.  Sabrina whistled as the man did his own dance on the evil man’s burnt head.  She held her sparkler up in the air until the flame disappeared and the metal stick wilted from the heat. 

the WOW! signal

bill is up to his old tricks.

Malfunctioning Man

I have some words for you to read... they are from a story called the second safest city in america.  Teenagers on the rampage and so on, boring stuff.

Is it hard to discern sarcasm from text.  Sometimes I hear it in my head.  I can't tell.  Sarcasm is ephemeral I guess.  For a while people might think you're being funny.  Later on you're just an asshole. What was the point of this blog again?  To archive an asshole.  And so:


I was thinking about airplanes.  More specifically, I was visualizing the bolts up the side of an airplane, like the tacking on a piece of leather furniture.  It’s as thin as skin, the way I think about it.  It had been two years since I had last flown anywhere.  If my family went on vacation, or I was given the chance to do anything that involved air travel, I opted out.  Then I didn’t really think of it as a fear, more of avoidance.  Deferment?  Really, I had lost trust.  I could not accept being held thousands of miles off the ground by a stranger.  


If you start to think about how the mind of a man can simply malfunction, how it can fail and it can do so in such a way that everyone around that man is in danger.  Imagine there is a circle around him, this malfunctioning man, and imagine that circle acts as a sort of destruction radius.  Now that you have this malfunctioning man with his radius of destruction take him and put him on a 747.  Point that 747 toward any large city, then trigger that malfunction (or maybe it was triggered long ago).  You realize that we are all susceptible at any time.  I remember this in detail because it is something I think about even now.  There are people all around us and it doesn’t take much to flip that switch.  At that time though I didn’t understand.  Like I said, I didn’t think of it as fear.  I didn’t trust anyone...