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Warren's Pub Table: [Closed] Saturday Night Open Mic (28nov09)
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CommentAuthorKitsuneCaligari
- CommentTimeNov 28th 2009
After moving into a proper apartment after three years on a houseboat, got all my books out on shelves and cataloged. Final Total: 1939 books. Next up, alphabetizing. I live an exciting life. -
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- CommentAuthorMarty Nozz
- CommentTimeNov 28th 2009
Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.
Wendy Williams. Also commies. My Sensei kinda pissed me off this week. I'm encouraging my students to apply the techniques in ways that'll work for them, to find their own karate. he comes in to visit and tells them how the techniques are "supposed" to be applied. Can't really say thing to him, but he's back home and way now, so the hell with it.Tell me your plans.
I plan on reading Ariana's stuff on POD, paying close attention, taking notes when necessary and then finally getting something tangible out. I also plan on revisiting the fundamentals of art. Read up on some Andrew Loomis. I want to have marked improvement on my art by this time next year.Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
I spent a good portion of this month on top of a beach house. I got to see dolphins jumping. I got to see missiles launched from a nearby base. I saw a tri-plane fly overhead like the Red Baron had shop forward in time just to buzz the house I was working on. I saw a monstrous barge loaded with chemicals that had been beached by the recent storm, and i saw the three tugboats which tried for a week to pull it free. You see interesting things from roofs sometimes.Tell me where you are.
I am equal distance between the national headquarters for PETA and CBN.Tell me who and what you want to be.
I want to be a good father, and good sensei and a good storyteller.Tell me what you want to make.
I want to get my stories to people in prose, comics or any other way possible.Tell me what's next.
Finish my first Night Life arc. Print up the first chunk of "Tales of Night Life" including the Twitter transcript. Start 'Last Heroes." -
What and who is pissing you off this week.
Someone I know has gotten a bit stalky, I'm going to have to tell them to calm down and knock it off but have been putting it off because it's awkward and I don't know if they know they're being creepy. If they don't listen after the first warning I will legitimately not feel bad about tearing them a new one with my unholy powers of snark.
The stars seem to have aligned just right, this is the second 'let's everyone suddenly act super weird around Ricochet' event in the last couple of weeks.
Tell me your plans.
I'm putting aside an hour each day in which I'm only allowed to write, draw or sew. It seems to be the only way to keep myself from getting distracted from one thing I want to do by another thing I want to do. I need discipline dammit, even the NIN type which sounds kind of fun.
Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
I am a practitioner of dental bondage, my teeth are wired together for maximum kinkiness.
Tell me where you are.
I am in bed, I have been here all weekend, it is glorious.
Tell me who and what you want to be.
I want to be a more productive version of myself who gets up in the morning, goes to the gym and creates stuff. Working on it. I also want to be a mutant but until we tear a bit more out of the ozone layer I figure I'll have to wait.
Tell me what you want to make.
Little crochet monsters! I've bought the book, now i just have to learn to crochet!
Tell me what's next.
I am going to get out of bed and go to a BBQ, let my will be done!
I am not sad but my thumb is - solidarity! -
Tonight was rather uneventful. After spending the better part of today reading the manga No. 5, trying to get my paycheck from work where there was no one working that could give it to me, and then trying to stop myself from spending $75 on more comics from Borders after I just spend $50 on comix from Mycomicshop.com. I need to be saving my money. I'm suppose to move into a house after the new year, not that it's gonna cost much to move in, more I want to put actual funiture in the place and put food in the fridge and get some essentials when I do move. I don't even own a bed honestly and I still have yet to visit this place. Perhaps I'll do that tomorrow, if I don't get lost working on my website again. That's what I spent the other half of my day doing, working on a website to sell my mini-comix and to give them up for download online so more people will get to read my stuff.
Tonight though after I had enough of the website I went over to my local LAN center to see what was going on and possibly play some MAGIC the gathering, but I didn't play any MAGIC and I ended up standing around bored, just as bored as I'd been all day, after about an hour of that I headed home. I feel lonely... I have friends and I saw them tonight, but I don't actually connect with them. I connect more with people on mIRC then I do with people I actually know IRL. Just kind of wish I knew some people around here that were into things I had some interest in and weren't completely off balanced.
here's a pick of me trying to use a camera, it's blurry.
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Happy Saturday Night Everyone.
Had an excellent day, riding on the heels of one of the worst weeks I've ever had.
On Wednesday, my wife and I had to make the very sudden and difficult decision to send our little buddy Boss the Cat into the next life.
He was nearly 16 years old, and the best friend I ever had, as silly as that must sound. I've spent the last 12 years of my life working 99% by myself in this apartment- being an illustrator is a pretty lonely job at the best of times. And Boss was always there at my feet all those years, to offer a smile or to bite my toe, or to sit on my new comics or to drag his tail thru my freshly inked drawings. I'll miss that stuff horribly, along with the millions of other wee things that he contributed to my days. We're both completely gutted, but I know that this is no place for tears, so I'll leave it there.
Boss was a Mighty Blue Beast of a cat, and he always looked to me like the kind of creature that one might find on planet Hoth.
The grief of his passing made me think of a Georges Braque quote, as I drew this picture tonight while remembering my old friend.
"Art is a wound turned into light."
Good night, good people.
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Well I've a mixed week. The first half was just fine. Down right normal. Had a nice time with my family on thanksgiving. It was the first time my mother had tried to cook a turkey and she knocked it out of the park. It was great. But then Friday came. I had another cyst (sp?) surgically removed from my mouth. Had a larger one cut out almost a month ago. This should be the end of it though. Which is good. The recovery of this surgery has been a lot easier than the previous. Around midnight tonight I had to run my friend to the emergency room. He hurt his foot. He claims that he missed a step walking down his front porch and some how mucked up his foot. I think that his verbally and physically abusive wife pushed him. Or did something else. But I cant prove that so what do you do. In any case its the last thing he needed to happen as he is supposed to go back to work monday, after being laid off.
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Oh I almost forgot. WHen the oral surgeon was putting the stiches in my mouth. He accidently stabbed my in the nose with the needle. Which is why I have a red spot on my nose in the photo. -
My Computer Is Talking To Me
It's telling me,in cycles of 30 seconds,in a human voice,"Maybe I got drunk,I don't know".
My computer is reciting this to make me an alcoholic,it seems.My computer is actively trying to make me drink alcohol.
I can't make this shit up. -
Boring week. I was supposed to work on Thanksgiving, but I lied about my legs hurting like Hell so I could just stay home, haha. I needed that mental health day! Kthx-giving was mellow. Just drank and ate with my family (mum, sis). Had a laugh or two. People always tell you "Tell that person in your life you love them before it's too late", well it's fucking easier said than done. Honestly, I cannot stand my small family worth a fuck, but secretly in the bowels of my dried up heart I don't want anything bad to happen to them. They will never know this. Also very glad relatives do not come anymore. I remember how cheery they fucking are and it makes me feel like I'm in some scripted family film.
The store I work at is likely to close up by January. I've worked there about 3 years now. I suppose I am bittersweet about it. I used to like hanging out there and doing sales and working it, but my heart is not in it. All I've been doing this past year is holing up in the back office surfing the net, or drawing because I hate the customers now and everyday I feel like I am wasting time. I'm never around people my own age, it's always me and some loser in his 40's with nothing better to do in life.
This triggered me to get a little more serious about my comics and submit a lil something to a publisher a couple weeks ago. Have not heard back, so I am still not in anyone's league. It was a nutty move on my part since I thought "fuck it, nothing to lose" but yeah, I really do want to get published somehow so I can just focus on actually drawing and not wasting my time at some dead end job where I get myself all handsome for but it's all for fucking nothing cuz I hide all day and won't let anyone see me.
Yikes, I feel like a goddamn bulldog, all these years of stayin up all night have caught up to me. I just feel like I'm getting ollld and no firming grape seed mask is gonna save me nao. The damage is done! Then I get to worrying sometimes that I won't find that special someone like, ever. All the chicks here are either underage, knock-up, have a kid, not creative, or all the above. Or they are with some god damn loser in a cap and b-ball shorts. I should probably dress like that too, like a fucking loser with nothing better to do all day. Or some rock-a-billy looking moron like I saw in the morning. Someone tell him what fucking decade it is!!!! HAHAHA!
What else, oh I may have a new Space Shark ready for tomorrow. It was supposed to be a jam-comic with a very brilliant artist you know, but I've had the art done in bits for weeks until finally doing the entire thing myself; I am ALL about quick turnaround time and I just got impatient and a weee bit tired of not being responded to. Nothing personal, I know that person is busy with stuff but in the end, I must move forward and never stop. If you're on board with me, then hold on to your asses! BOOSH!
Yikes, all that stuff above might drive a normal person to the nut house or suicide, haha. It's a good thing I block everything out of my psyche and keep focused on exercising and creating my comics. Like a disciplined fuckin super ninja and shit.
HAHAHAHAHA LOL WOT!!! KAW-KAWWWWWWWW!!! #1 Bad Ass!! K THX BAI!!!
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I work in a mall where they have this guy called "Hunky Santa" - tonight after I took the previous pic I found out one of the girls in the show fell. People were saying she died. Seems she's merely badly hurt, and gamely waved from the stretcher. Callous asses I work with were laughing at the thought the accident made Hunky cry. 2nd time one showed this unpleasant side.
Fixed my MacBook which had a busted MagSafe powerplug. It's my 6th anniversary. My super spouse made a sandwich and ramen late dinner for me. I do understand I'm a lucky man.
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CommentAuthorRachæl Tyrell
- CommentTimeNov 28th 2009 edited
@ trini_naenae : I'm glad that your grandfather is dead. That's a terrible thing. My grandmother was ill for quite some time, and it was eerie and terrifying the way she was propped up in a medical cot in the livingroom with a full dinner table of family members for weeks, while she croaked "let me die". It's better to go quickly. You are right and justified to feel the way you do.
which brings me to...Tell me what and who is pissing you off this week.
Grace. Grace was this fabulous Diner waitress, who would bring you your coffee with a cigarette in her mouth, swore like a sailor, and kept me sane through my teenage years. I'd hang with her every night, after my friends gave up and went home, and she and I would chat until dawn. When my mother started to become suspicious and questioning of what I did all night, Grace wrote me a certificate of sorts on the back of a paper diner mat once, in that kind of swooping flowery perfect script handwriting that nobody has anymore, declaring that I spent my evenings with her at the diner, and she enjoyed my company. She even signed, under her name: "diner waitress" - the way someone would write "attorney at law". I tried to get my mom to come with me, so Grace and she could have words, but my mother was afraid. rightfully so. Grace was a fucking force to be reckoned with.
Grace read Tarot cards, made koumbacha for my best friend, grew her own herbs, and glowingly told anyone who would listen about her grandson. She baked me bananna bread for my dorm room when I had no food, saved the lost & found diner cigarettes for me when I was broke, and always ordered me my fries with mozzerella cheese and gravy without me having to ask.
Grace died. Seems she died of untreated lung cancer. So, I guess I'm glad for that, the "untreated" bit. It would have been terrible. She never would have stopped smoking, anyway. I tried to find her just last month, at the different diner I'd hear she'd relocated to... and I'm really pissed off that I didn't get to.Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
I made this very scientific equation to explain the persona of my very first boyfriend, which whom I'm still rather good friends with. You don't know him, but it's very very accurate.filthy pothead + strange closet queer + wonderfully romantic wierdo = the oddity of Drew 
Tell me your plans.
I plan to get diagnosed.
I had planned to try and get into Cooper Union, but... my highschool transcripts are atrocious, and I'm pretty sure I missed my opportunity to go in for a portfolio review, which is really my only chance at getting admitted. I will continue the mad attempt, though.
I... am getting a bit worried. The headache remains, though admittedly less severe than it had been. But, the nausea and the neuropathy has set in rather significantly. I keep losing weight. I'm by no means dangerously skinny for my size, but... I've not been at this low a weight since I was 20 during that summer of speed.
Tell me what you want to make.
I want to make the two notions of comics I've had in my head for years. Focusing on atypical structure and panel progression. One as a metaphor of my declining health with different styles of art and photography to let the reader experience the slow decline in sensory perception; the other as a strange re-telling of my history with my mother as a series of contrasting reels, rolling at the same time, top and bottom... showing either then and now comparisons, or hypocrisies, or tales told, etc...Tell me who and what you want to be.
I'd like to feel like this again. Happy. Giddy. Silly. Smoochy, even.
A person of physical confidence, and not perpetually apologetic for what I've now withered to.
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- CommentAuthorBrent Wilcox
- CommentTimeNov 29th 2009 edited
My boss has adopted some kind of new age visualization philosophy. I chew on spreadsheets and historical sales data, but when I submit the results I'm told that my projections are two low, historical data be damned, and they should be THIS BIG instead, because everyone needs to Share The Vision get behind BIG SALES. So he just makes up numbers and I get to put my name on them, vaporous and unlikely. It's a Field of Dreams business model that fails to deliver. And this happens almost every week, so which one of us is crazier?
My coworkers keep trading the same viruses, unless our office is a hotbed of viral mutation. So far I am immune.
I'd rather be building sounds or doing radio. -
Rachael,
I can see nothing to apologise about and a vast amount to be proud of. I very much hope that things improve for you.
As for me, a quiet week involving some carpet, several different sorts of underlay and two free breakfasts. Not bad at all. -
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CommentAuthorCinnamonAndSpite
- CommentTimeNov 29th 2009
My boyfriend's stepfather decided to declare on the day of the family thanksgiving that his wife needs to quit moping about her daughters death, and that its been long enough, she just needs to get over it. In his world, 7 month later, two days after her birthday, and the first real family holiday since she's died are all very inappropriate times to miss her. I'm mad at my brother in law for not standing up for her (he lives with them, she does the majority of caring for her grand-daughter). I'm mad because I got called opinionated and told to shut up for sticking up for the right thing. I'm mad because I'm tired of being told to GTFO people's houses. I've finally decided holidays are NOT things to be spent with families. My stint in this close knit family has been lovely, but I think hermit + Holiday will ultimately lead to a great deal more personal happiness.
My boss told a co-worker not to speak when she comes in. He doesn't like us chatting, or informing each other of problems/issues apparently. That kind of jackassery made me nearly go ballistic. Its something I'm going to have to face when he gets back from vacation. I'm feeling a bit beat up to tolerate anymore shit however. I feel rather like curling up and trying to be quiet for a while... but that never lasts very long. I'm terrible at keeping my mouth shut.
I want to move away somewhere I think, no idea where. I decided to use the cheap art-supplies at hand to do random creative things instead of pressuring myself for a masterpiece. I've decided I'm just some random asshole that showed alot of promise in her youth, but will settle down into being charmingly useless as an adult. My ambition is to find someplace that's home, mod my current laptop into something that looks rusty, and to get people to dress up in the theme of Post-Apocolyptic 80's Sci-Fi Cowboy-movie characters for New Years. Because there's never enough dressing up. Also : I need to find a way to stuff 3 very expensive tasks into a ratty pale little paycheck. D*Con will be my savior or doom this year. Hopefully both...
I'm dreamin' of a crimas in front of the TV with cheap store brand cookies and microwaved leftovers.
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- CommentAuthorEelockTheWarrior
- CommentTimeNov 29th 2009
it's 3:00 AM, so it's technically Sunday, but it's still Saturday night for me...
just got back to the hotel from a gig. played a tiny sports bar that was filled with only the few people of this town who saw us last time we played this same shitty bar.
we discovered tonight that the reason why no one came here is because people don't come to this part of town. apparently, they're scared to get "shanked". a good thing to know.
regardless of the lack of patronage, we played pretty hard.
now Dave and i are drunk on our asses, watching shitty TV. [not having cable, this is a bit of a luxury for me...]
we play Toronto on Tuesday. we drive back to Van tomorrow morning and i fly out on Monday.
i really wish i could do this as a living. what a job! i mean, travelling and playing music? sure, it's usually from one bar with that familiar old spilled beer and cleaner smell to the stinky van to maybe a hotel, and eventually back to a gross bar, but i'm sure i could handle that for awhile.. i'm doing it anyways when i'm at home. except i'm not travelling with other dudes in a stinky van (that's really not that stinky. unless, of course, i'm the stink and i'm immune to my own reek, and i don't realise how stinky it is) but, really, that's not a job. who am i kidding? adventures! give me adventures! [and perhaps let me have enough money to scour comic book stores for hard to find graphic novels or the original Star Trek series Season 2 on dvd]
fingers crossed, cause, really, that's all one can do with such a thing... ha!
oh gosh, it's taken me forever to type this out...
man, South Park is now on. i haven't seen this show in years. silliness...
goodnight, folks. -
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CommentAuthornewspaperdrone
- CommentTimeNov 29th 2009
I had the very worst fucking cinema experience of my life yesterday. Aside from the fact that Paranormal Activity is a steaming bowl of shit, pretty much the whole fucking audience was talking at some points. Some fucking cunts were talking on their mobile phones, others were conversing amongst themselves, and not a single one of them shut the fuck up and so much as attempted to watch the movie. I complained twice, but the cinema staff just couldn't fucking do anything due to the sheer volume of cunts talking. I ended up getting my girlfriend and me two complimentary tickets, so we'll go and see Avatar next month for free. Complaining works.
My current plans are to find a new job and to stay as creative as is physically possible. No more TV and Xbox after the drudgery of work - I run 3km then sit down with a musical instrument or notepad and create until my fucking brain hurts. I might finally be getting into a band, which is progress. I intended to join them a year ago but they split up before I even had the chance to jam with them, but now they're back together and the invite stands. The long-time plan is to be self-employed again, because not having a boss was fucking immense. -
