Thursday, July 31, 2008
They also had me do that Conan piece for them and dropped 1200 bucks in my lap for my trouble. Not bad for a kid that had barely gotten his feet wet in the business.
In case you were trying to twist your neck off to look at the illustration. Here it is right side up.
Sorry for the low rez. it is a newspaper after all.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
It is disgusting and disheartening.
It also made me give another 50 bucks to the Obama Campaign.
Todays Neo-con barking point: Obama had the unmitigated gall, to say he feels he will win the presidential race. Meanwhile McCain says over and over "My friends, when I am President..."
Same thing but somehow McCain gets a pass.
Last Does anyone out there buy that drilling for oil in protected lands will lower gas prices?
Does anyone out there not know that the oil companies aren't drilling on most of the leases they currently hold?
Thursday, July 24, 2008
With a little Photo shop fun thrown in.
I've been bicycling in to work these past few weeks. Doing so exposes me to many more head shapes than I would normally notice when zipping past in a car.
So I'l try and translate a few of them to the blog.
I think Mike has a good point about the lamb-chops(Side-burns) but the original guy didn't have them.
This guy was shambling along talking to himself. Yes I checked to make sure he wasn't a cyborg.
Though anymore it's a bit rough spotting who is and who isn't suffering from schizophrenia, or just chatting on a hands free phone.
I think that might be a good thing.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Check them out at WHATCHEERBRIGADE.COM
Diving in and out of the audience working the place up into a frenzy.
They'll be playing in San Francisco I think tonight and tomorrow. Then they're off to Portland, then Seattle.
Go see them if they are in your neck of the woods. You won't be disappointed.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
I'll post the final rough after they publish the finished Promo piece.
Many thanks to Kenny Pittenger for allowing me to liberally borrow from his lovely Back Ground.
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Friday, July 04, 2008
I'm running a little slow today or I'd have pulled the prick out of the driver side. But thinking about it now, it's probably better that I didn't as it could have escalated the incident in speed and danger to others.
I told the prick I took a picture of his license plate but he decided to continue his get away.
So if you see the asshole out and about be sure and tip the Man to his where abouts.
The guy driving looked like he was about 25 blonde medium length hair, 150lbs.
The thief, female 30 to 40 Skinny (Most likely his speed freak mom) scraggly medium brown hair, and big framed glasses.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Mr.Richard PurselHe sculpted this piece for me not too long after hearing the story.
I think he captured the moment pretty well as I recall. I'm not sure my junk was that apparent but did but it was the fashion at the time to wear pants that didn't leave a lot to the imagination.
He got the eye buldge just right. I wish he had more time to sculpt. He beez good at it.
And now the story if you didn't already read it.
Thats kind of a long story Max. But I'll see if I can bang out the abridged version for you.
One dark night, back in the late 20th century.I walked out of the Cartoon Loft at 60 Warren street. I was heading back up town to a friends fancy shmancy Penthouse at 23rd street that I was house/cat sitting. (When living in a loft with 6 or 7 cartoonists and or their girlfriends, one jumps at the chance to sit around fart without ten witnesses)As I'm leaving I see my buddy Bob Camp standing across the street staring up at a fire escape. I go over to see whats up, and he tells me his girlfriend's cat (that he is cat sitting)has wandered out on to the neighbor's fire escape. He is trying to figure out how to climb up and get it down. (Yes I know we're both idiots) Being as I have no trouble with heights. I used to climb up the outside of our fire escape, rather than use the stairs to get to our loft on a near daily basis. So I say "Stand back Bob , I got this."
In three grabs and a hoist, I'm on said Fire escape and calling the aforementioned kitty. I should mention here that as soon as I attained the first landing, it started to rain. It was about 3 or 4 in the morning so when I go to lower the ladder. I did so with the greatest of care trying not to disturb the neighbors. I lowered it very quietly down through its' guiding slot. Then turn and pick up the cat. At this point I received a warning from on high in the form a monstrous thunder clap. But do I listen? No I do not. I swing out on to the ladder. At which time my good friend Bob asks the very pertinent question."Is that ladder secure?"To wit I answer "I hope so.'At this time the ladder that I had so gingerly lowered, chose to slip off of the stand pipe that I had inadvertently lowered it on to. So I had two choices. I could A. Watch my left hand that was gripping the now moving ladder, pass through the same slot as the ladder turning my hand into hamburger. Or B. Release the ladder. Toss the cat back to the fire escape and fall the twenty feet or so back to the pavement.Trying my damnedest to get my arms and legs behind me so I don't crush my spine.
Since both options included a plummet to the ground. I chose Option B. the less bloody of the two, since I would still have fingers to put behind me to break my fall. While falling I did manage to get my appendages behind me to absorb the impact. My right foot took the most damage. Dislocating the bones across the top of my foot. The left foot only had a couple of smaller bones broken, and whole lot of soft tissue damage. My right wrist I broke one of the small bone between the wrist and the thumb. My left hand was spared some damage no doubt because as I fell, I narrowly missed landing on Bob, all except for his right foot which absorbed the impact of my left hand. As I recall it nicely bruised the top of his foot. The only reason I'm not in a wheel chair is that at the time as in pretty good shape and strong enough to use my arms and legs as crumple zones. I hadn't had my air bags installed yet.
So long story short (Well kind of short)that is how I ended up on crutches and with a limp that lasted almost two years.
Lots of nice things came of it though. While I was laying in a demerol haze in hospital, my good friends banded together and had a benefit party for me. They pulled together what seemed to me a small fortune so that I could keep eating during my recovery.
It was also the accident that pushed me to driving a Limo for Saturday Night Live for a year.
Phil Hartman was great tipper until he married that crazy bitch who latter killed him.
And no its not a joke. I was a driver for SNL and Paul Simon for a while.