Finally, a clip from 'Shoe at Your Foot' (I think...?)!!

Bedheaded and raunchy ...just like I like him.  What a yummy little distraction!!  Thanks to kleini .

7/9/09

Usually, I draw these Pirate Penguin Vs Ninja Chicken Adventures as 2 pages (for when they're gonna be reprinted in book for especially) and then I paste them up as 1 big long page so you can get the whole adventure at once. This one's gonna be a little bit different. For one thing, I had too much story, so it's gonna be 3 pages worth (yay!) but I'm only gonna give you one page at a time, (boo!) so as to stretch it out to fill 3 weeks, because of my silly chronic busy swampyness. If I had more time, I would spend it all making cartoons to give to you! But I don't, so I won't, and I love you all any way.



Anybody here going to the San Diego ComicCon? I'm gonna be at booth 2207 for all 5 days (sharing a booth with friend and Eisner nominee Jimmy Gownley, so you have a double reason to stop by). I WILL HAVE PIRATE PENGUIN AND NINJA CHICKEN PLUSH TOYS! I'm supposed to get them from my manufacturerer like, 2 days before, SO COME ON DOWN AND BUY ONE! You can still preorder from the website of course, I'll ship them out to you As Soon As I Return. Response has been really really good, I wouldn't be surprized if I sold out of them in the first month and had to reorder, so make sure you buy them ASAP! Gimme all your money! Yay!

That way, you can make your own PPvsNC adventure puppet shows, like this:

I have found the greatest path to downtown from my home while job hunting!

I hope I'm not getting ahead of myself, but do you guys think people would want to own a couple of prints framed and matted by me? I'm toying with the idea of opening an Etsy shop, but don't know if I'm being wildly indulgent or if people would actually have an interest in such things.





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There is a time for silences.

All my life I’ve wrangled words, lassoing them the way a cowgirl ropes a bull. I’ve broken them. I’ve tamed them. I’ve made them gentler. But writing isn’t the same as being a ranch-hand. There are other considerations. The accumulation of language, like the accumulation of wealth, is essentially the accumulation of power. Speaking is power. Writing is power. Words are power. Give a man a podium or a bullhorn or a pen or a brush and he will have influence. People will listen.

But what to do with all that power? Like politicians, writers manipulate and twist language until the world makes sense; until life is reduced to paragraphs and lines and sentences with a beginning and an end. But the world is not manageable – it is large and hostile and often frighteningly indifferent. What does the hurricane care about the lives it takes? What does a tsunami care about the whole villages it reduces to muddy flats in its wake? Writing to make sense of the world is like trying to put a cat collar on a lion. Maybe the world is not best understood by words, but by silences – by quiet raging winds and the pressure of thousands of gallons of water.

This is about the white space between the sentences - the breath after a comma, the pause after a period, the halt after a semi-colon. I must surrender myself to that place, abandon myself to a time before words and language – a primal place of signs and art and portents and yes, even magic.

A recent Newsweek article showed evidence that announcing your intents and goals makes you less likely to follow through on them. There is something to be said for keeping your head down, for silently plodding along, for loosing control of the reigns, for admitting to your absoluteness powerlessness in the face of the events of the world.

For a long time, words have been my power – my way of accepting and rationalizing and rearranging things into a pleasant fiction. Words have protected me from harsh truths, consoled me better than any security blanket could hope to. But it’s high time I turned an ear to the wind. It’s high time I listened for the inscrutable rhythm inherent in nothingness, in chaos, in the void where no language could hope to touch. It’s time I swam in the mysteries of the deepest ocean, where no light penetrates, where no words quantify, where no explanations hold true.

There’s a time for listening, even. Everything in its time.

New comic up:

http://www.grassdogstudio.com/dr_spin/?comic_id=22&issueid=737

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NOTES: The foreshadowing for 2 years finally pays off starting today!

ripworth gave me the text for this:

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Is there any place better to get an appreciation of art than at Value Village?

( Oh, it gets worse. (23 more horrors behind the cut) )

Starts okay, gets steadily worse. (Scroll to the bottom for the best/worst stuff.)

moar! post!

First time poster and, to top it off, had to snap these on my cell because I didn't have my regular camera. So, apologies for the relatively low res- hope it's still entertaining despite all that. These are from a local Goodwill that I visited for the first time today. I actually found some stuff I wanted (a lovely little ceramic Japanese-style tea set with pot AND six cups for $7?? HELL YES), but there was also some stock that was good for a laugh.

Though I didn't have room on the phone to cover quite everything that amused or confused me, there's still a LOT of images here, so I'm putting most of them behind a cut (except one), and they will progress from the moderately odd to the disturbing.

I was going to put them all behind a cut honestly, but... this one needed the ultimate level of exposure. He just did. I'm sure you'll agree:



That is a tiny little Mattel-produced toy turtle. If you roll him across a flat surface on his belly, these little gears turn and he "swims".

And yes, that is a black and silver skull and crossbones rather expertly painted and/or drawn on his back, in what appears to (potentially?) be Sharpie marker.

It was 20 cents.

I... couldn't resist.

I actually bought it.

Come on though... like you wouldn't even consider it?? :P


And now for the rest of the list, ranging from the slightly perplexing to the o.O

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What 80's baby girl didn't want to be Jem at some point?

Inspired by Betsey Johnson's Spring 2008 collection, a load of guilty pleasure pop music including but not limited to the Electric Slide, and this very silly recurring fantasy about Jenny and a certain older gent with FBI affiliation. If you can't fanservice yourself, what is the point of fanservicing at all? I ASK YOU.

You got troubles? Fuck 'em. Let's go dancing.

What do you like to dance to?

For those that didn't read my HORRIBLE VIBRATOR post, I work at goodwill. I get to see a lot of stuff, the worst stuff never hits the shelves. The "best" gets put out with everything else. I am a pricer but there are several others so I don't always get to pick what goes out and what stays in. What may be garbage to me, may be treasure to others. Here are a few of the best things I've found (and managed to take a picture of) during the last few weeks.

( Odd sheep, old fashion, LSD wolf clocks and more )

Just finished uploading a new layout for my journal and I even added a brand spanking new picture of myself to my user info. I'm working on a photo post with pictures from my art museum trip and from the 4th, but resizing is going slowly. Here's hoping it's done tonight!

This was my first thrift horroring experience and it was awesome. Me and my girlfriend went to the Value Village in downtown Victoria, BC and we barely skimmed the surface of the weird stuff (we didn't really bother with the clothes, because there were very few that weren't horrors. Only a select few made it in). Unfortunately, we forgot to bring the camera's memory card, so we had to make due with her cell phone camera. To ease you in, I'll start with the least horrific stuff and slowly get worse...



( Follow the deceptively adorable Tasty Giraffe and Surprised Sphere in... )

This got long, so I'll do another post for the worst horrors...

A foreboding tome indeed:


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I can hear the cries of the Strombrellas now. They beckon with their plaintive whining, splines clicking with hunger...

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"Teach your kids to love animals. They'll figure out the sex thing on their own."

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