Nothing is as scary as too much free time. Looking through my stack of old cdr's I ran across one labeled, JTHM PS Airbrush. It took me a second to figure, but it parses to: Johnny The Homicidal Manic Photoshop Airbrush. These are a few black and white panels I redid using vectors, and airbrushed. I didn't follow any conventions, but the results satisfied me. Hopefully I'm much better these days, but I hope you enjoy them, Jhonen Vasquez is awesome. Some of you might notice Grr going crazy in your upper left hand corner.
I give complete credit to Jhonen, as I did virtually nothing. These images are copyrighted by Jhonen Vasquez and his respective publishers and if they have a problem with me publishing 1/3rd of a page of a 120 page publication, in a blog visited by 3 people, then I will remove them. (I will remove them in a week anyways.) Please do not copy these images, and use them for your own unless your willing to take full responsability.
You'll notice the links to the right --> Check those out. I also have a feed of the ph7 blog on your left. More as I figure it out.
No time to write a interestingly self-victimizing blurb. Got my Wired today, great article on Pixar, who I'm told Out-Disneyed Disney.
Yesterday I mentioned a rant about Alias, but I can't give it the attention it deserves, so I'll put that off 'till tommorow. I'm learning Japanese, you see, and memorizing inane conversations in any language is challenging. I recommend the experience to anybody, but maybe start with one of the latin languages. talvez español?
It was a Tuesday when I stopped believing in God. I'd sat on the fence for several years, and I took the leap that Tuesday morning. It was never a question of incredulity. God was completely plausible. I just though, what difference would it make? That morning I realized God only makes a difference if you allow him to.
That difference is a set of restrictions so long that people have been discussing them for the better part of 2000 years. A self-prescribed morality is one that people might follow, or so I care to believe.
Anyways, the point is, the season finale of Joan of Arcadia was fucking awesome. Lately, the show has bordered on cheesy, but has these incredible moments where it simply makes sense. It's not for everybody, and while the show is preachy, the messages are not painfully obvious. (OK, maybe they are, but they don't beat you over the head... too much.) Watch the re-runs this summer. You might be a fan too....
Tommorow I'll rave about Alias....
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I realized today, Ghost World is an awesome film. But only to be fully appreciated by the angst ridden, rejected, or the truly masochistic. The movie ends with no apologies, giving me one more reason to gripe. And I love it. As I watched the end credits roll by I realized, I never acted out as a teen....
It wasn't so much a concious choice to behave, but perhaps I didn't quite understand what the fuss was all about. I've conflicting emotions since I can remember, so hormones, ridicule, and peer pressure are just dressing on the fucked up salad I call life. And mine is that $2.99 House salad you get at roadside dinners. The lettuce has seen better days, your tomato obviously wasn't genetically blessed, and the dressing is inevitably Ranch. Not to mention it gets brougth to you by a waitress who looks like she's debating between slitting her wrists and serving you another cup of coffee.
So, watch Ghost World. If not for the extremely talented Steve Buschemi, then for the extremely talented and hot, Thora Birch. Did I mention a certain Scarlett in her film debut?
The season finale of Alias is today. Watch it, or be miserable.
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