Fantastic Newness

I’m pretty sure I’ve used this title once before, but Fantastic Newness is just a great way to describe some of what’s been going on behind the scenes. Also, it’s a great summary episode from Mr. Show. So, lets do a little rundown of what’s been happening lately, and what better place to start than…

This Website

I’ve decided to just treat this like the blog I’ve been avoiding for the last few years (decades…?) It is what it is, right?!? I mean, every once in a while I:

  • log in…
  • write a post about whatever it is I’m currently working on…
  • promptly stop working on it…
  • do something else for a couple years…
  • go back and look at how long I’ve been putting off whatever I posted about…
  • get depressed about never getting anything done…


It’s pretty much a loop, and I’m not making any false promises to change that anytime soon just because I’ve made two blog posts in the last month. All I’m saying is that I’m going to write… or post… or whatever you want to call it… whenever I damn well feel like it. It’s my blog, so it should be sporadic and random. Nothing new for trash like you.

As for what I plan to do with it, or what it becomes… I really don’t care. I’ve got a lot of other random things that I’d like to work on, but I don’t want to talk about any of them right now. We’ll let the future speak for itself. Also, I’ve been reading up on how to make my blog work better as a blog… that’s why shit has gotten so wordy… and it seems that people want you to use the same words a lot. Normally, that would make sense if I were talking about the 10 Hot Celebrity Summer Butts, but we’re talkin’ Fantastic Newness, Fantastic Newness, Fantastic Newness. Get ready for some random, and thanks for visiting.



I Want to Thank the Academy

…sometimes… I just want to throw this Mason Jar (probably copyright) full of Schlitz (definitely copyright) at the fucking wall.

So, I’m planning on buying a Mac Mini (stick your finger in a copyright) because eventhough a bunch of blogging tard-core monkey shiners call it an entry level mac (seriously?!?). I’ve checked out the specs, and…  it’s pretty much an iMac, only you don’t have to spend that extra $1000 on a monitor. You can buy a flat screen TV instead… or maybe I’ll mod it to my old dying intel iMac (which IS the last good thing Apple did.)  Sorry, but, phuck your iFone… I’m into quality… not rabid capitalism.

Seeing as how I’m a computer nerd, and a G.D.G.D. (Goddamn Graphic Designer!) I think I can figure out how to configure my files to be print ready, no mater what P.O.S. monitor I’m using. That’s why I killed my credit with an industry standard printer.

P.S. – I’m gonna use the money I save to pick up a large format scanner. I think it should help with the graphic novel I’m working on, among other random projects. Plus, fuck OS X for stopping Twain support after 10.5. Not cool.

P.S.S. – I love my iMac, but I hear the life span on NVIDIA iBooks is 3 years, and… no thanks. Go back to ATA.

Gimmie a couple months before you start to see new illustration work… I’m on a budget, and ready for cloud.


The Cold Touch of Death

So… I came home today, totally ready to put together a comic of a funny commercial I came up with on the walk home. Got home, took the dog out, remembered the I had set my illustration (for the illustration lottery) from last night on the keyboard… so it’s time to scan it, and update the blog. Computer has an error message that Mail can’t connect. I reset it, and it seems to be working fine. Go to scan the picture, and it says the scanner driver is corrupted. So, I download a new driver and install it, but with the same message… do a little research, and then decide that it’s a much larger problem than just the scanner. Run disk utility… shit is fucked. Looks like tonight will end with me backing up everything I need from the last 8 years, and having some beers. Here’s to not having enough money for a new computer… maybe I’ll be able to fix it with a reformat.


Both My Grammys are Dead

So… cartoons were good tonight, Bob sold out his family… Stan caught a case of the sleepwalker… I was able to make a beer run while Family Guy was flogging a dead horse. All in all, it seems the night is going pretty well. We flipped through the channels and found a postmortem Paul McCartney wave his mullet all over the TV with… I dunno, drumsyncing (?) over dubbed drumming by the original big nosed idiot Ringo Starr. Yeah… here goes the Grammys… fueled by Schlitz.

Then Metallica (however the fuck that’s spelled) ruined one of their own songs… which should only be a task reserved for poor covers played on super market radio stations. …and just when we thought it should be over… ol’ big lips from Aerosmith tried to sing a Smokey Robinson song, and I wanted to kill myself, but before that could happen Daft Punk won a Grammy… for some stupid fucking reason.

Here’s a picture of me throwing 40oz. bottles at the TV:


seriously, Green Day has a touring broadway show …this post is so fucking dead to me.