watchmen

for the longest time ive put off reading the watchmen graphic novel. i dont know what it was about the book that just kinda turned me off but after reading swamp thing by alan moore i thought what the hell ill give it a go. well that and i really didnt have anything else to read at the time.
the first book blew me away and by the time i finished it i was so mad at myself for putting this book off for so long. after a bunch a internet research i found out that terry gilliam wanted to do the movie but it was canned. i was heart broken. a few weeks ago i my heart was pieced back togeather when i read on some comic blog that the movie was going to mad in full force ! not just rumors but facts with cold hard pictures to drool over !
if you havent read it yet you must read it soon.

here are some pics of the costumes from some of the watchmen





i really wanted to see what Dr. Manhattan is going to look like. i hope he isnt CG :/
i think that would suck hard

ok blogger
singing out .....

never take a mark

Last week Dave Stevens passed away due to a long battle with Leukemia at the age of 54.
ive admired his art work since i was a kid and loved the rocketeer though ive never actually bothered to pick up an actual issue . i guess ill have to make a trip to the comic book store soon.
well in honor of dave stevens i colored some of his work. i just wanted to fool around in photoshop actually and thought this would be a good excuse to color the rocketeer. i tried to color them sorta like the way french artist moebius's stuff is usually colored. sorta like water colors but not really.
its the slight in between that makes it interesting and leaves you feeling fresh without being caught up in style. i donno.





didnt captain britain die of leukemia ?

good old fashion matalic taste just like mom used to make

at the post office:

the line was backed up at a point were it wasnt that bad but you know lines are quite unfortunate sometimes. i was stuck there at the end of the que waiting for my turn to come around and i see this little girl at the front of the line waiting with her dad. hes holding her hand and i think to myself what a good dad. this world today stagers with people who let their kids run loose acting like asshole and seeing this dad holding his daughters hand was very refreshing. she was really small and kinda board i guess. her dad kinda wansnt paying any attention to her but was still holding her hand and kinda kept pulling her arm because she was pulling closer to this pole that held up this table. she pulled closer and closer to this pole and slowly started to stick out her tongue. i thought to myself OMIGOSH ! ... and then i started to root for her to win this game of tug of war. her dad kept pulling her back not really knowing of her intentions to lick this table pole for what seemed to be no apparent reason. i know little kids put object in their mouths all the time but the determination in her eyes left me puzzled to why she wanted to do this in the first place. there was nothing that looked interesting, delicious or tasty. besides she looked old enough to know that scummy table legs are edible and do not taste very well.

after a short game of tug of war she finally won. she grabbed that pole and licked it.
it was so gross ! honestly with wasnt a very clean table leg.

the pirates life for me

im in the process of growing an old timey mustache kinda like billy childish, if any of you kids out there know what that looks like. accessories that accompany an old timey mustache ? well monicals, bowler hats, suspenders. i dont really like bowler hats and for some reason i keep thinking that of long johns with accompanying butt flap. those kinda seem right on but not very attractive, plus i live in California where its hot even during the winter season.


these are comforting, impressive, and scary
ive never really felt this way in a separation before.

as of lately:
it started off like this




then there was the part where i pulled myself up from feeling like a sorry sack.



currently i just create weird odd scenarios that kinda dont have any meaning except to entertain myself. these are either in words or drawings. its more of a meditation.
a guy can dream, cant he ?


maybe one day



maybe im not distracted enough ? it still stings but im working stuff out in my head.
its coming along slowly but itll get there sooner then later.

ive never really felt this way in a separation before.
i usually have no regrets or remorse. even tho i pulled the trigger i hurt so much.
i knew something had to change but what that change was so far out of my sight.
i dont know.
it so hard

my heroine pretend

kinda of a long weekend.
it seemed way longer then it actually was.
so tum it all up
-old hippies smoking weed in my living room at 8:30 am
-drawing
-finished reading persepolis
-bought a singing saw
- watched th enew michele gondry movie be kind rewind
-hot rodding the omnibus
-thrifting
-singing cowboy songs
-listening to fog horns in the morning


i have soooo much reading that i have to do. i need to roll up to the park in the omnibus, slide open the side door and read for a good half a day. that and play some video games. in the process of buying a button machine and making buttons, also i i have a few prints to silk screen onto shirts but the lack of motivation is kinda keeping these functions from happening. ill probably end up playing music for the time being. who knows im sure it will all get done eventually in a timely manner.

i think this is my favorite picture of laura and klaus