Showing posts with label Eric Feurstein. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eric Feurstein. Show all posts

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Green In the Face

This was the week of the SoCal tremor, the election of Pope Francis, and the dissolution of the Korean Armistice.  I was reeling from missing out on ghiblijam the previous weekend, and struggling to find some personal time while maintaining civil harmony with my new roommates.    I didn't find much time to socialize on the internet, nor did I develop any projects.  Work continues to become more unobtrusive, but without the long bike rides I lack the time to air out my thoughts.  St. Patrick's Day was this Sunday and I celebrated by feeling hungover, and maybe turning a little green in the face.

Monday March 11:  I thought it was 3pm when I got up this morning.  Guess that time change did a number on me.  It actually was only 10:30am.  We grabbed some pretty delicious burritos at a place I've been meaning to try.  Later on the day was too nice to not take a walk.  I caught up with Strip Search before bed.  Started reading Wait Until Next Year.  I read an article about shady dealing with the Sullivan's Sluggers kickstarter .  Eric "Colossal" Feurstein's ode to internet art theft. Rishab Soni on Behance.  Francis Livingston on deviantArt

Tuesday March 12:  I started reading The Nao of Brown.  I stayed up late trying to wrap my mind around  how many cable channels we have.  I caught this scene in an Anna Paquin movie that I'd seen once before in some hazy memory.  I think the movie was called Margaret.  I also heard the first couple songs from Justin Timberlake's The 20/20 Experience. 

Wednesday March 13:  We had a dumb meeting this morning at work.  I wish I could get away with drawing instead of listening.  I had a short day, then came home, showered and dressed.  I helped my roommate's son with his homework a little bit and reminisced about working with children and teaching.  Today was a pretty warm day and all day people were talking about the new Pope. Julie drew some cutey pie lineplay avatars.  I posted my rip-off square face generator avatar.

Thursday March 14:  Listened to the entire 20/20 Experience today.  Also worked out a little on a treadmill and decided our community gym was pretty lame.  It was one of those warm, dreamy spring afternoons.

Friday March 15:  Went to a cigar event after work.  All we did was bitch about work and I got dizzy and felt all smokey.

Saturday March 16:  Did some laundry and errands.  Drew a few things for  Kadunka K.  Read a little of Authority v3.  Rearranged my room.  Hung out with roommate's relatives.  Drank entirely too much and ate too little.

Sunday March 17:  Hungover, got up late.  Slept a lot.  Threw on some Gundam 0083, but got sidetracked and watched a Kevin Hart comedy special instead.

 

Sunday, August 28, 2011

I labor of loved

Yay Jordyn Bochon! You guys, go support the Finnegan Strappe first printing. You won't regret it. There's so much swag involved!

The Terrible Death of Finnegan Strappe Fundraiser from Jordyn Bochon on Vimeo.

We've all been wondering what happens when Ananth takes off the hat.

I am now a fan of Jeff Parker.

James Sturm will probably live in infamy for this astute memoir of New Yorker submissions.


I love how animated gifs are back with a vengeance. It's like there's a secret art to animated gifs. Kubrick is perfect inspiration.

This weekend was officially about Hurricane Irene, the VMA's and the assassination of Al Qaeda's #2 in charge. But August 28 also marks the anniversary of MLK Jr.'s I Have a Dream speech in Washington D.C., the birthday of Jack Kirby, Jack Black, and Jason Priestly, the anniversary of Orestes' siege of Ravenna, which concluded with his execution at the hands of mercenaries he had drafted into the Roman army. So many things! Meanwhile I did a bunch of errands and baked chicken. I bought a magazine also.

If you haven't been paying attention, Rutabaga has begun down at Kafka's Koffee.

I'm like a kid in this vgm candy store!

I keep trying to draw fun, whimsical things that I end up getting tired of. I feel like I don't have any interest in drawing anymore, but that can't be true! Drawing is my life. Drawing is my calling, my way out of poverty! Please return to me muse!


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