For some inexplicable reason, I just want Walt to drop the crazy kingpin/Jesse James act, and be best pals with Jesse…well, I guess I don’t, really, I love Breaking Bad just as it is, but still. Maybe this could be one episode, from an alternate timeline (perhaps a lighter one, eh?). Gilligan, get on it!
Recently, I’ve been working on the story of Jimmy Hoffa’s 1975 disappearance for Hic & Hoc’s forthcoming “Unsolved Mysteries” anthology – and I’m pretty happy with some of the character sketches I’ve been coming up with:
The first guy is Chuckie O’Brien, an associate of Jimmy’s, who may or may not have seen him the day he disappeared. Actually, Chuckie’s pretty fuzzy about where he was, and when he was there that day, so it would be hard to expect him to remember who he saw too. The second guy is Marvin Elkind, Jimmy’s one-time driver, who now claims to know where he “really” is. *Hint* He thinks Jimmy may have been given a Hoover Dam-style burial somewhere in Detroit! And, of course, the last picture is Jimmy himself, snea – “king” around! (a side note – apparently, Hoffa was a pretty humorless guy, so he’d absolutely hate the fine yarn I’ve woven for him…whoops.)
Besides the story being pretty interesting, and having both New Jersey and Detroit connections, It’s been a surprising amount of fun to draw loads of beefy, middle-aged men. Double thumbs up.
While at work today, I was inspired by this AV Club article sort-of update about PT Anderson’s forthcoming “The Master” to draw this:
I ran with the image writer Sean O’Neal conjured, because, hey, why not?
“…an update from the editing room that includes a photo of 65mm negative being spliced the old-fashioned way—with a pair of scissors, by a French girl…”
Note the cigarette and the anchor tattoo – like O’Neal said, Old Fashioned. Booya.
I know I always say this at the beginning of every cycle around the sun, but this year has just been far too busy already! I went to the Grand Canyon, moved to a new apartment, started a new job search, attended the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrator’s Winter Conference in NYC; all while trying to finish my new book SuperLobotomy (AKA, Lobotomy Part 2) and update my portfolio!! It’s been, to say the least, exhausting.
My New Year’s Resoultion was supposed to be updating my site more, but instead it morphed into “Find a New Apartment and Job” within a few short weeks of January 1st, which has just recently begun to be less stress-hive-inducing. Well, at least this year ushered in my first In-n-Out Burger experience, right? (PS – Totally go off-menu, and order the Neopolitan Shake. You’re welcome.)
So, onward to glory and whatnot. There’s enough of 2012 left to make it one heck of a year. In that spirit, the next few weeks have some awesome events taking place that I’ll be participating in both locally, and a bit more far-flung. Show up to one. Show up to ‘em all. I can promise they will be fun:
This Wednesday, April 11th, I’ll be reading at the Brooklyn Zine Fest’s pre-fest live reading at Brooklyn Fireproof East (119 Ingraham Street (in the alley), Brooklyn, NY 11237) (L train to the Morgan stop) from 7-10 pm. I, along with about 10 other intrepid artists and zine-ers will be reading from our work, and probably drinking some beers – come stop by, and hear me do some hilarious voices for my characters! Check out the details here on Facebook.
This Sunday, April 15th is the actual Brooklyn Zine Fest, from 11am to 6pm at Public Assembly (70 North 6th St.) in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. You can take the L to Bedford, the G to Metropolitan, or the J, M, Z to Marcy, or, drive, walk or fly, depending on where you’re coming from and what species you happen to be. (If you are not human, and can read this, please let me know. I may have developed a talent as interspecies ‘whisperer’ that I’m not quite aware of.) I’ll be selling my fabulous array of wares (books, stickers, prints, and buttons), and will be unveiling a new print for sale – come purchase one while they last! (They will be lovely – more details to come later in the week!)
Then, during the weekend of April 21, I’ll be in Columbus, Ohio at SPACE! This is a particularly exciting year at SPACE – “Wall Street Cat: Money Takes Naps” was a nominee for the SPACE prize in the main comics category, and I’ll be speaking on a panel about webcomics! Fun! Thrilling!! DARING!!! Wooo!
So, keep an eye out for some things coming up – more conventions and shows, SuperLobotomy, and some new illustrations. I’m putting a lot of effort into making this the best year yet! Lindo 2012!!!
“Worth a look, at least unless you hate cats” - my favorite quote from the whole review.
Kevin also called my cat naming abilities into question - I assure you, if we named all tabbies with ‘M’ names because of the hairy M’s on their foreheads, the world would be sorely lacking in cats named Ike, Duncan, or Chuck right now. And that would be a darn shame, indeed.
Onward! As you kids probably know, I have a short comic featured in Aftershock – Artists Respond to Disaster in Japan. Well, now the soft-cover book is out! Get your hard copies here or your new fangled e-book copies here ! E-book copies are only $2.99? Incredible! Plus, feel good when you buy this (or gift it, *nudge nudge*) – all the procedes are going to rebuilding and rehabilitating efforts in Tohuku and Kanto.
On the new stuff front, work in Super Lobotomy is fully underway – I’m looking forward to previewing some pages in the coming days/weeks. It’s shaping up to be my best, and possibly strangest book yet. I’ll let you guys be the judge of that, though.
Lasty, here’s a funny news story that is surprisingly relevent to this shrine of crazy crap in my head: A cat named Dodger in Dorset, England, apparently loves to take bus trips on his own! Like our very own (fictional) public-transit enthusiast Ike, he’s a big, friendly orange tabby boy (see above) that likes to sit in (paying) passengers’ laps, and take a bus ride loop around town. His owner thinks it’s because he likes the warmth of the bus, but I’m betting Dodger has a secret job, maybe as a mill-hand or fish-monger or some equally antiquated, Oliver Twist-ian British-sounding profession. Who knew Ike has an English soul-brother? Check out the article, and marvel at how glad you are that you keep your cats inside, where they can’t screw with the system – I bet those bus rides add up! (thanks to Steve Seck for sending me the link!)