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A Sneak Peek of What's to Come...


"...shove that menu right up YOUR ASS, kid!!!" It's been a while since I've posted any art, but thanks to an episode of "The Simpsons," I've been inspired once again to put pencil to paper. This is a preview of a project I'm working on, which will be a work in process for several weeks, due tot he length of the project. I've been running tests all day and I'm ecstatic over the results! Howard the Duck will ride again!

Getting Back To Basics....


So in dealing with all the shit thrown at me lately --medically and through work-- I've been trying to figure out what really makes me happy. Something that I can really throw myself into and be totally passionate about.

There's Grania, of course, the woman whom I love dearly with all my heart and would do anything for.

"Ghostbusters," the phenomenon that's been ever-present in my life since I was about four.

Gaming, which I love, but I want to get more into table-top gaming rather than console. I miss the awesome feeling I got when I was gaming with Clint and his friends. The atmosphere of hanging out with people of similar interest, all of one mind, transported to another time and place through the magic of pencil, paper and dice.

But there's more. There are more passions I have that I've been missing. And I think I've finally realized what they were.

Art and Filmmaking.

Filmmaking: 
I've wanted to work in film for a long time, since way back in the fifth grade. My old teacher, Mrs Zander, set up a day at my catholic school where we could dress up as what we wanted to be later in life. I chose Film Director and dressed up as Speilberg, having completely fallen in love with his films, especially "Jurassic Park."

A few years later, I discovered a whole different set of films, equally entertaining without the multi-million dollar budgets of studios. Independent films became my new mantra, with Kevin Smith as the idol replacing Speilberg. Don't get me wrong, Speilberg still holds a place in my heart (not only because of "Jurassic Park," but "Tiny Toon Adventures," "Animaniacs," "Freakazoid!" and "Toonsylvania" as well), but Smith eclipsed that by bringing out concept films that didn't have massive budgets and high-tech special effects. His films were simple, about real people, and enjoyable as all hell.

After Smith, came Sam Raimi and the "Evil Dead" films, Lloyd Kaufman with the entirety that is Troma, and John Landis and his films.
Raimi, I don't need to talk much about. I've spoken at length about the "Evil Dead" series in previous blogs. I love Landis' work, especially his earlier films, but I kinda feel like he's gone Hollywood in the last few years. He seems kinda smarmy and egotistical in interviews I've seen. 'Course, that could be the way the interviews are edited together, though.

Kaufman.... Lloyd really helped to open my eyes to true independent cinema. Yeti showed me "The Toxic Avenger" a few years ago, and I was hooked. Troma's style is not just out there, it's got it's own area code, continent and PLANET. The films Kaufman makes are not just
two hour long schlock gore porn, ripped limbs, mutations and naked women....there's a subtle level of satire under the tits. The "Toxie" films are about environmentalism, corruption, estranged father issues, politics, corporate seduction, and the basic dichotomy of good and evil, not necessarily in that order.

Back in 2004, I was protesting the "Dawn of the Dead" remake (still kinda do to this day; despise running zombies), and in retaliation, I started work on a parody script. I'm not gonna lie. It's shit. It really is. I was eighteen at the time, and I wrote without a clear concept of plot or where anything was going. I threw in references to other films and TV shows, "Family Guy"-style, trying to make jokes about the undead and making the characters seem witty or clever. I reread the script a few months back. I'm extremely thankful I know two local filmmakers who have taught me the proper way to write a script.

While I was writing it, I read Kaufman's book "Make Your Own Damn Movie!" and finished the script before I was halfway through. I contacted Kaufman through email, told him what I'd done and he said that I could go ahead and send the script to Troma! I was ecstatic with glee! It's been several years and I've never heard back from them. But with time and age comes wisdom and the realization that the Troma Team must get hundreds of scripts per day in their inboxes, and going through them all and contacting each person, no matter how shit the script is, must be damn difficult to keep up with. To be honest, I don't think I'll hear back from Troma at all on that script. Which is fine, because that zombie movie I wanted to make when I was 18 needs a MASSIVE overhaul.

About three weeks ago, I found Kaufman's other book, "All I Needed to Know About Filmmaking, I Learned from The Toxic Avenger" at Half-Price Books. Having found the rare gem, I quickly snapped it up and began to read. Kaufman did it again. He single-handedly reignited my passion for filmmaking by telling the backstory of Troma, and all the shit he went through in setting up the most independent film studio in the world.

Kudos, Lloyd. I'm ready to get back to work! Thank you!


Art:
I've always drawn things. Ever since I was little, I wanted to draw comics. Over time, I feel that my art style has improved from scribbles to doodles, but I've still got a long way to go.

Over the last few weeks, I feel like my drawing skill has deteriorated quite a bit. I can't draw like I used to. I'm finding it harder and harder to actually get a decent sketch out. I tried to draw Johnny Depp as Duke from "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" and it came out more John Leguizamo than Depp.

So in order to get back more into the swing of things, to get back to what I want to do, I picked up a few How To books at Barnes and Noble last night. I know I've got decent art and cartoons in me. I just need to relearn how to let them out.

Here are a few of my recent examples into tooniness:

Orson Welles as police captain Hank Quinlan from "Touch of Evil:"

Doctor Emmet L Brown meets The Doctor (Christopher Lloyd and David Tennant, respectfully):


Portrait of HP Lovecraft:








Last time I blogged, I had trouble with the "embedding image" feature and wasn't able to post a pic I sketched. This time...



This time I figured it out. Yep. I missed the one button I was looking for this whole time. So now....



I know which button to push.

Unlike my new phone. A week or so ago, I got a Samsung Propel from Radio Shack because I wanted to upgrade from a standard phone to one with a qwerty keyboard. I'm still struggling to learn how to use the various features and the teeny keys. At least with my old phone, I knew what did what. AND I was able to download the one damn ringtone I wanted. Luckily, the phone company said that they could help within about five days.

And I got a special ringtone for Grania: the "Linus and Lucy" theme from the "Charlie Brown" series. Grania adores "Peanuts," but loooooves Snoopy. I'm on the case to find a Snoopy bobblehead for her...no luck yet, though.

And with this post, I begin the reposting of my old Yahoo blogs. At the time I wrote this, I didn't care much for baseball --during my childhood, I thought I could become a pitcher-- but after watching the movie mentioned below, my views kinda changed. I give you, from waaaay back in 2006...

Ghostbusters, Gaming, and the Great American Pastime...

First off, I'm not a big sports guy. Technically, I'm not a sports guy at all. I'm a geek, a comic book geek, pure and simple. My life is villified through the likes of Captain America, The Question, and Howard the Duck rather than some backwater low-IQ'ed moron who just so happens he can kick a football better than two other guys. I prefer to live a life that's fraught with danger from the unknown --be it ghosts, demons, or the occasional alien invasion-- than be a beer jockey with all the apes around the open stadium of Heinz Field or PNC Park.

But lately, though, my attitude towards Baseball --the Great American Pastime-- has changed somewhat because of one little movie called Fever Pitch.

Now, in case you haven't seen this charming flick, it's about a guy named Ben who falls in love with Lindsey, but he's a diehard, really, really obsessed Boston Red Sox fan. After all this time, Ben's finally found the right person for him, one who complements his style and personality, but Lindsey gets a little tired of the whole obsession, and they call it off for a while. Ben tries to sell his season pass for her, but she realizes what he's doing and that it means a whole lot to the both of them. Ben decides not to sell his tickets, he and Lindsey get engaged (and later married), and the Red Sox win the World Series. For real. They did break "The Curse of the Bambino" that year, so the filmmakers changed the ending of the film to reflect that.

Since watching that, Ben's (played by Jimmy Fallon) little obsession kinda rubbed off on me, and now I dig the Red Sox. Manily because of two things: The whole "Rooting for the Underdog" factor, and I felt as though I had been watching myself on the TV, hadmy own obsessionsbeen geared more towards baseball than Ghostbusters. It was actually a little frightening to see that, so I think I identified with the film more than I thought I would. But...more on that in a bit.

Getting back to my original point, I'm not a sports guy. On occasion, I have been known to play a sports game demo on the demo discs I get with my PlayStation magazine, but other than that, no. When I was a kid, I had wanted to be a pitcher for some baseball team (was pretty good, too), until I learned how far away the mound was from home plate (something like ninety feet). That was daunting enough to disarm any fantasies I had about pitching, so I got into comics instead. Had a blast reading about the adventures of Archie Andrews, Godzilla and Gamera, and just about any other comic I could find. Been that way ever since.

Recently, I started playing the demo of Midway Games' "MLB Slugfest 20-04" on an old demo disc I had. For some reason, it was really, really fun and quite appealing. Having played the demo to death, I sought out the full version of the game and subsequently bought it. For a while, I had a hard time nailing down a definite team to stick with (I tried the Anaheim Angels, the Arizona Diamondbacks, Minnesota Twins...the list goes on), until I saw Fever Pitch. I dug the flick, and I remembered the entire feeling of "Rooting for the Underdog," so I selected the Red Sox to play as.

This game, "MLB Slugfest 20-04,"has consumed me. I've played this more in the three weeks since I've had it more thatn I have 90% of the games in my library (and that includes the "Grand Theft Auto" series)! King Kong? After learning that there is a level where you HAVE to shoot the big monkey off the Empire State Building, I haven't touched it. I'm like, five minutes into it, and I just put the game down. Evil Dead: Regeneration? Put that down after the battle in the mourge (I had very little health when I saved, too). Everything else? Just short little games, nothing to really hold onto my attention for a long time like the GTA series did.

Edit: I later beat "Evil Dead: Regeneration," and loved it immensly. Bruce Campbell reprising his role as Ash with Ted Raimi as the half-deadite midget Sam...pure gold.

...until the Slugfest game. I'm like, thirty games into the season on there, and I haven't lost one yet. You look down the line of other teams, it's all, "Win, Win, Win, Win, Win," etc. But it's not easy. There is a damn smart AI on that thing, and it learns from your moves, so there have been some pretty close calls on there. Most times, I've won by just one run. Jus barely squeezed by into the win.

But like I said, I'm not a big sports guy, I'm a gamer. And since this game and Fever Pitch, I've actually started to follow the Red Sox games. As of this, er, "blogging," the Sox have won six games out of eight, and I'm still rooting for them to go all the way. Just because they didn't make it to the Championship last year, doesn't mean they won't make it again.

Now, back to my other point, and a humbling thought...at least, somewhat humbliing for a guy like me. I've said this before, I'm a huge Ghostbusters fan. Not quite the standard of Ben on Fever Pitch or like Greg Justis of the Detriot Division (man's got a massive collection of GB stuff, and I mean MASSIVE), but still a huge fan nonetheless. The other day, while listening to the FP soundtrack, I realized that Ghostbusters is the Red Sox of fan franchises. Think about it. They had a great early run, the first film and the cartoon series was a massive hit (likening to the Sox winning the World Series back before they sold the Bambino), then the second film was a mediocre hit (but still huge to us GB fans), and the franchise went downhill (they sold the Bambino). Yeah, they had a revival back in the late 90's, but that wasn't anything near as special as it was supposed to be (thank God for Fritz and most of the GB community for salavging that through the "Apocrypha" line of stories), and the recent comic series from 88MPH Studios was supposed ot be the great comeback, but the guy at the wheel dropped the ball continually, and has been promising a hardcover collection for more than two years.

Basically, the Ghostbsuters are the Red Sox. We are the team that is contually shat upon by all the other franchises out there (namely He-Man and other 80's franchises) and are used mainly as the butt of a joke.

Luckily, most of us in the GB community are taking matters into our own hands and hopefully, we'll have our day at the World Series yet.

But, anyways, that's my whole view on the matter of Ghostbusters, Gaming, and the Great American Pastime.



Random Thoughts at Hellmart...


So, to fill time, my days, and my wallet, I work at Walmart. According to a few folk I know, it's the worst WM in the area to work at, with managers wanting to fire folk left and right. Having been on the receiving end of the firing threat a few weeks back, I can attest that it might very well be the worst. Not worst ever, just...worst in the area.

I'm a cashier. I run the registers up at the front and deal with customers on a near-constant basis. I say "near" because there are times when there are no customers (rare) and we do nothing at all.

I'm gonna be honest here. I get along great with the customers, but there are times when they just piss me the hell off, especially in the express "20 Items or Less" lane. But...now is not the time for my ranting.

Today, my manager D asked me to be a door greeter when I got in. Not a problem...as a door greeter, you don't do much more than say "Hi" to folk and check in their stuff for returns at Customer Service. And since it was morning (I primarily work from nine am to six pm), there wasn't much traffic.

So, I pulled out my notebook that I've been keeping with me, sketching in and whatnot --sick of dealing with register tape to sketch on-- and jotted down random thoughts that popped into my head, Jack "Deep Thoughts" Handey-style. So, here it be...my random thoughts for the entirety of July 6 and 7, 2009.

Random Thoughts
9:45 am

Working the doors at Walmart gives me a profound sense of being on the front lines of a zombie onslaught. Specifically, while seeking refuge at a mall or the like. Watching folk shuffle to the doors across the parking lot --older people, especially-- gives me an odd, uneasy feeling. Kinda feels like I should have a weapon at my side instead of the scanner and printer.
Especially here in Pittsburgh. Been here nearly 13 years and I'm still waiting for the shit to hit the fan.

10:00 am
I can somewhat see the appeal of wireless headsets. Yeah, it leaves your hands free to focus on other things....but the downside is, and let's face it, you look fuckin' crazy with one of those things on.
I mean, think about it. If you've got long hair that covers your ears, or the headset isn't easily visible from one or both sides, someone with the headset looks like they're talking to theirimaginary friend Chet.
Seriously. Make those thinks known or used a wired set.

10:04 am
...I swear to God, I just saw Cindy-Lou Who.
Freaky.

10:09 am
Wonder how long they're gonna have me work the doors today....

10:13 am
Word of the Day: PROCLIVITY.
Don't know what it means right off the bat, but it sounds cool. ((EDIT: It means "a natural tendency;" neat))
Maybe I should make it the secret word a`la Pee-Wee's Playhouse.

Man, I miss Pee-Wee... I really hope Paul Reubens gets the next movie up off the ground soon.
Think I'll watch "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" after I get home.

10:55 am
People are either crazy or rude as hell.
At the door, there's all this open space, a good ten to fifteen feet on all sides around me, and yet, people insist on walking past me with barely two inches to spare.
What the duck, man?

11:09 am
Looking at the registers and scanners makes me wonder how much radiation they're pumping out. I mean, am I gonna start mutating or getting cancer from these things? How much energy are we absorbing and is it going to be eventually detrimental to our health?

11:20 am
Interesting thing, language...especially local dialects. Everyone here in Pitt calls carts "buggies." I've only known them as carts. Must be a regional thing.
Pittsburghers are weird.

11:27 am
Out of m&m's.
Damn. Knew I should have bought some more last night.
Also...about two minutes away from doing the "I Gotta Take A Piss" dance.

11:43 am
Break time!!

1:13 pm
Working the register for over an hour...hopefully will have lunch soon.

1:21 pm
LUNCH!!!

2:19 pm
Tired as hell. Late night combined with few hours sleep plus crazy crowds equals extremely tired. Just want to go back to sleep.
Lack of m&m's sucks.
Wanna play more BioShock.

4:54 pm
Gawd-dammit, I hate fish.
Every time I get put on the grocery side (and it's always CSM L that does it; ALWAYS), everybody brings fish or shrimp or some kind of fucking seafood. Once in a while is okay, as long as I catch it beforehand and ask the customers to hang onto it.
But this every time shit has got to stop. There's gotta be some way to permanently put me on the GM (general merchandise) side.
Addendum: The reasoning behind this fishy rant is because I'm highly allergic to all kinds of seafood. Due to some McDonald's food, along with a bad cold, I wound up spending a day in the ER with massive hives. Teaches me to ever eat at that damn Mickey Dee's ever again.

6:06 pm
Work over. Thank God. Go home now.


July 7, 2009
9:30 am
Clocked in (finally, after having to buy a shirt; mine decided to go on walkabout) and am back on the doors. Only here for about an hour, though. One of the other greeters is going to clock in soon, then I'm off to register 29.
Which is good. I like the express lanes. If folk come with over twenty items and I call them on it, they have to go to a bigger lane. Sorry, folks. Rules are rules, and I can't break them.

9:47 am
My water bottle looks like the TARDIS from "Doctor Who."

9:55 am
Contemplating the TARDIS-ness of the water bottle still. I think there should be a line of "Doctor Who" drinks in bottles shaped like the TARDIS featuring lables with the various Doctors and Companions and aliens on them. For example:
--Gallifrey Ginger Ale (or Gallifrey Grape), featuring The Doctor
--Companion Cola, featuring all the women the Doc traveled with over the years
--Lemon-Lime Slitheen
--Dalek Dew
--Cybermen Cherry
--Diet Davros, and
--Raxacoracafallipatoriean Root Beer
...admittedly, that last one is a stretch and a half. But...still, it's a good idea.

The rest of the day was filled with work on the registers and I didn't get a chance to write more. But I did work on a kickass drawing of The Doctor, which I will post next time, once LJ hashes out their problems with uploading pics. Next few posts, my older blogs.

New Blog! New Blog!! New Blog!!!


Yep. Got a new bloggy thing. Yahoo 360 got royally fucked somehow. Which sucks. I liked using it. But...time passes and things change, so....

I've heard of LJ a few times before in the past. My girlfriend has an LJ and I've followed Aaron Williams' (creator of the fantasy/gaming comic "Nodwick"), but I've never really extensively researched the method of blogging. This has been resolved.

In the coming weeks, I will re-post all my old Y360 blogs --including the first, from waaaaaay back in April, 2006!-- as well as a plethora of new ramblings and insanity from my brain.

"For now, though...courage."
--Announcer, "Clerks: The Animated Series,"  Episode One: The Pilot