swerve of shore to bend of bay

There’s a new Master Musicians of Bukkake album coming out soonish and I’m so excited. This year has been an amazing year for music! If you haven’t heard MMoB, do yourself a favor: discard any notions you may have (yes, the name is ridiculous) and check out these songs:
White Mountain Return
Elogia De La Sombra
A complete live performance…

I tried a slightly different style on this one, and I really ought to acknowledge I was kind of inspired to steal some things from:
http://jaymi-eat-world.tumblr.com/
and
http://jerrydinky.tumblr.com/

Also…I wanted to color this one, but my netbook is WAY too slow to do much of anything in photoshop, maybe when the real computer is back from being repaired I’ll post the colorized one.

When life gives you lemons, drink poison.

On the “die” controversy:
I was well aware and wary of “die” being German for “the,” but hoped the break in font style would help indicate my intention, also trusting the reader would seek to maintain the phonetic parallel to the original well-known phrase. What a right sight blighter I am, swapping plain English for noble German.

Your ‘ombled sorevent to the bitte’ end,
-Shem

Here’s another one of my lesser-liked (understandable…I mean, it’s about me) autobiographical comics. I grew up religious and now have a great deal of resentment towards not only Mormonism, but religion in general. When I was 19, preparing to go on a mission, I realized how nonsensical it all was, how what I felt actually mattered, and the whole time I didn’t feel anything and thought I was doing something wrong was not my fault, there just was nothing to feel. Once I became an atheist I felt so much more free, though there was a time of frightening adjustment as I had to create a new system—based on reason, which requires a constantly changing and refining of ideas—upon which I could evaluate life. Anyway…as F. Scott Fitgerald said, “I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.”

PS - Fuck Baz Luhrmann’s (and Jack Clayton’s while we’re at it) The Great Gatsby.

Work ate my soul, regurgitated it and chewed it up some more just for the sadistic pleasure.

Standing up for yourself can be awkward, especially when you’re wrong.

One of my friends moved away…I hadn’t seen her in a while, but I miss her regardless. She used to come over and watch movies and listen to music into the wee hours where night blends to day, allowing me to get epically drunk in those strange and nameless hours. Another one of my friends that I used to hang out with and watch movies and listen to music and get all kinds of wasted with visited recently along with another friend—her husband—(they are from the Czech Republic), and that was great and I’m realizing how nearly all the people that are willing to hang out with me live a long, long way away. And here I am and here are my books and I love my books and they’re constant and they make me happy and they aren’t going anywhere. 

My friend’s cat passed away recently, so this was my tribute to him. I never knew him, so I probably got it all wrong, but if I can’t take the chance and get it all wrong, I’ll never get it all right.

In other news…another friend (whose cat is alive and well) is trying to make a documentary. Check it out here. If you have some extra money sitting around, give this project some support because it’s bound to be an incredible film.

Also, every day gets me farther and farther and farther away…

A frog’s croak of a poem for Brando.
A mask that keeps me smiling.
(But really I got a cat to combat the sad nest of life, life, life from yesterday, two days last till the mourning.)

Sometimes I wish I could just stay up in the clouds.

This is actually a picture I drew a couple years ago. I drew it with the specific purpose of it being used in album artwork for a certain band, but they didn’t want it, so it became my unwanted child, a reminder of failure (which is why I use it as my tumblr avatar). So here it is! Enjoy or don’t.

Whenever people start talking earnestly about their religious beliefs, I have to stifle a laugh. Actually, no, I don’t even stifle the laughs anymore.

They say time’s all in your mind.

My natural inclinations revere monstrosity.

Someone at work gets kids meals from McDonalds and occasionally leaves the toys around. They left a Barbie-esque thing that I’ve been subjecting to slowly increasing amounts of mutilation over time.

Here’s the other drawing I did for the Villaintine’s Day 2013 compilation, which you can (and should) listen to here…and you can buy a physical copy here. And no, I’m not making money off this, so buy with a clear(er) conscience.