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Boring. 38. Los Angeles.

Farewell to a friend

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My friend I moved to LA with introduced me to Joe Matt when I first moved here. They had met on Myspace and she said I should meet him. Coming from a small town and growing up conservative, I was introverted and had a hard time meeting people, making friends, or even talking. So when I met Joe, I was immediately swept away by his huge personality and inviting nature. He’d ask questions and be intensely interested in the people he met; it made me feel for once like even I might be an interesting person. It was so comforting to find someone I could so easily talk to, someone who was brutally honest, always willing to offer criticism, but never judgemental.

And oh how we talked. The initial shared interest in films (I was thrilled to find a fellow Buster Keaton fan) and literature was a constant binding force in our friendship over the years. Having mostly ignored comics after my childhood, Joe Matt rekindled my love for comics—both because I found his comics so refreshingly honest and insightful and because he introduced me to so many other great works, from his Toronto pals Seth and Chester Brown to Charles Burns to E.C. Segar’s brilliant Popeye comics, a whole new world opened back up to me and I started to find myself interested in drawing again.

I could go on and on about how much he influenced me, not just in comics, but in life: getting rid of my car, discovering my love for coffee, always searching out the ridiculous in not just life around me, but in myself as well. He was one of the funniest people I’ve ever met, always able to find something to laugh about. Truly, Joe was a singular man, and his time he shared with me made my life so much better. I miss my friend. I regret not having had at least one more conversation with him, but then I’d have wanted at least one more…and so on.

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Experimented with watercolours. I hadn’t used them since I was a kid and I remember just being disappointed that my paintings looked like garbage. Well, I am old enough now to embrace the garbage for what it is: a nice relaxing activity. Special thanks to Cecilia for teaching me a thing or two about painting (but just enough to let me fumble around) and getting the supplies for me.

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Decided to make a comic that wasn’t so hyper-focused on the details of my personal life. Not that my cats aren’t part of my personal life, it’s just more relatable and possibly entertaining for a wider audience, not to mention less draining for me.

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Getting back into drawing. I recently got grey brush markers, so I experimented with them here with mixed results. Anyway, apologies to Natalie…she’s much more beautiful and wonderful than I could draw and write her, but I did have a big sinking feeling when I realized she really was moving away.

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It’s been a while…

The cover of a mix CD I made for my friend, George. The photo is based off my friend, whom I didn’t quite capture (he looks fat in this picture, which he’s not), but I think I got some…essence of him anyway.
Anyway, here’s the tracklist:
01....

The cover of a mix CD I made for my friend, George. The photo is based off my friend, whom I didn’t quite capture (he looks fat in this picture, which he’s not), but I think I got some…essence of him anyway.

Anyway, here’s the tracklist:
01. Sparklehorse - It’s a Wonderful Life
02. Belle & Sebastian - Electronic Renaissance
03. Blood Candy - Surf Lion
04. Damien Jurado and Richard Swift - Sincere Replies
05. House of 1000 Corpses Soundtrack - Dr. Satan
06. Death in June - The Calling (MK II)
07. TOBACCO - Video Warning Attempts
08. Why? - Ape in Cage With Wire Cutters
09. Tricky - Hell is Around the Corner
10. The Stone Roses - Waterfall
11. Master Musicians of Bukkake - Elogia De La Sombra
12. Injury Reserve - Whatever Dude
13. Mogwai - The Sun Smells Too Loud
14. Broken Social Scene - Backyards
15. Odd Nosdam - O l y n n
16. Skip James - Jesus is a Mighty Good Leader

Here it is, a sneak peak at Toy Story 5!
In other news: I’m still alive and no one cares.
In other news: I’ve been feeling sad, depressed, downtrodden and despised. Overcoming slowly, but it’s a difficult world. There must be a solution.

Here it is, a sneak peak at Toy Story 5!

In other news: I’m still alive and no one cares. 

In other news: I’ve been feeling sad, depressed, downtrodden and despised. Overcoming slowly, but it’s a difficult world. There must be a solution.

Another year, another Villaintin’s Day compilation that I did a cover for. Go buy 500 copies.
My tumblr is really dead. I’m not quite dead yet though. In other news, here’s my list of books I read in 2015:
The Waves - Virginia Woolf - 211
Cities of...

Another year, another Villaintin’s Day compilation that I did a cover for. Go buy 500 copies. 

My tumblr is really dead. I’m not quite dead yet though. In other news, here’s my list of books I read in 2015:

The Waves - Virginia Woolf - 211
Cities of the Red Night - William S. Burroughs - 332
The Place of Dead Roads - William S. Burroughs - 306
The Western Lands - William S. Burroughs - 258
The Year of Magical Thinking - Joan Didion - 227
The Makioka Sisters - Junichiro Tanizaki (tr. Edward Seidensticker) - 498
Them - Joyce Carol Oates - 546
Tender is the Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald - 265
The Peripheral - William Gibson - 485
Lit - Mary Karr - 386
Sanctuary - William Faulkner - 380
Requiem for a Nun - William Faulkner - 286
Finnegans Wake - James Joyce - 628
Gilead - Marilynne Robinson - 247
The Short Fiction of Flann O'Brien - Flann O'Brien - 156
Notes From a Dead House - Fyodor Dostoevsky (tr. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky) - 304
The Sirens of Titan - Kurt Vonnegut - 326
The Metamorphoses (Book X-XV) - Ovid (tr. Allen Mandelbaum) - 225
Consumed - David Cronenberg - 308
House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski - 662
Inferno - Dante Alighieri (tr. John Ciardi) - 295
Purgatorio - Dante Alighieri (tr. John Ciardi) - 364
Paradiso - Dante Alighieri (tr. John Ciardi) - 363
Carpenter’s Gothic - William Gaddis - 262
Walden and Other Writings - Henry David Thoreau - 769
Black Snow - Mikhail Bulgakov (tr. Michael Glenny) - 200
The Pale King - David Foster Wallace - 547
Reading Lolita in Tehran - Azar Nafisi - 343
The Magic Mountain - Thomas Mann (tr. John E. Woods) - 854
Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte - 380
The Man in the High Castle - Philip K. Dick - 274
Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman - 703
Johnny Got His Gun - Dalton Trumbo - 243
The Melancholy of Resistance - Laszlo Krasznahorkai (tr. George Szirtes) - 314
Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte - 624
Letters to Milena - Franz Kafka (tr. Tania and James Stern) - 189
The Waste Land and Other Writings - T.S. Eliot - 234
Gravity’s Rainbow - Thomas Pynchon - 776
The Character of Physical Law - Richard Feynman - 167

“The Serpent that announces, “The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning,” is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the Cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that “productivity” and “earnings”...

“The Serpent that announces, “The World is a closed thing, cyclical, resonant, eternally-returning,” is to be delivered into a system whose only aim is to violate the Cycle. Taking and not giving back, demanding that “productivity” and “earnings” keep on increasing with time, the System removing from the rest of the World the vast quantities of energy to keep its own tiny desperate fraction showing a profit: and not only most of humanity–most of the World, animal, vegetable and mineral, is laid to waste in the process. The System may or may not understand that it’s only buying time. And that time is an artificial resource to begin with, of no value to anyone or anything but the System, which sooner or later must crash to its death, when its addiction to energy has become more than the rest of the World can supply, dragging with it innocent souls all along the chain of life. Living inside the System is like riding across the country in a bus driven by a maniac bent on suicide…”

-Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon

I must come across as an incredibly negative person based on my tumblr posts, but honestly I’m happy.
At FYF this year I danced my ass off to Run the Jewels…
I love how bad this Lil Wayne song is (as in, I honestly love the song), especially...

I must come across as an incredibly negative person based on my tumblr posts, but honestly I’m happy.

At FYF this year I danced my ass off to Run the Jewels
I love how bad this Lil Wayne song is (as in, I honestly love the song), especially considering he did songs like this and this and Nicki Minaj has done some amazing stuff too, but this song is so bad I can’t help but love it…
But as for capital-G great songs, I recently discovered a Spiritualized song I hadn’t heard before and it’s so beautiful and amazing and makes me want to write and make music and draw and live and love and breathe. Actually I saw Spiritualized at FYF too, and I was in tears throughout
Then Death Grips beat the shit out of me and reminded me that I’m alive and left me with bruises
But here I am. No matter how depressed I am, I’m happy, I’m fine, everything is fine.

PS - This picture is supposed to be a deadbird monk walking on Burt Reynolds Wrap™ with a shitty portrait of me.

This may be forever.

To experience commitment as the loss of options, a type of death, the death of childhood’s limitless possibility, of the flattery of choice without duress — this will happen, mark me. Childhood’s end. The first of many deaths. Hesitation is natural. Doubt is natural.
-The Pale King  David Foster Wallace

One of my coworkers was going to recommend me for a job that started out around $65,000 per year…and I likely could have got it, but I immediately turned it down because it wouldn’t allow me to go school. You know…school, that thing I’m doing because I have no real prospects and I’m just killing time until…until…until what exactly? I’m kind of kicking myself because I know I’ll never amount to much of anything and that is a lot of money to me and I just celebrated my thirty-first feeling all the deep-down worthlessness proper for an individual of my station. My station. Don’t make me fucking laugh. Don’t make me fucking sick. Still here laughing and sick. Bring on another year if you can possibly bear it.

How I came to it I cannot rightly say,
so drugged and loose with sleep had I become
when I first wandered there from the True Way.
But at the far end of that valley of evil
whose maze had sapped my very heart with fear
I found myself before a little...

How I came to it I cannot rightly say,
so drugged and loose with sleep had I become
when I first wandered there from the True Way.

But at the far end of that valley of evil
whose maze had sapped my very heart with fear
I found myself before a little hill

and lifted up my eyes. Its shoulders glowed
already with the sweet rays of that planet
whose virtue leads men straight on every road,

and the shining strengthened me against the fright
whose agony had wracked the lake of my heart
through all the terrors of that piteous night.

-Inferno (canto I, 10-21), Dante Alighieri