5.19.2010

El Chicas Gordas

One of the mediums I'm most interested in (both creatively and recreationally) is comic books. Now I'm no artist, and as such had never really gotten into the scene until I read a little thing called 8-Bit Theatre and fell in love with a way of making comics without drawin. I've since attempted to make about four different webcomics that NEVER took off because the inside of my head isn't so good.

Now you might recall that previous post I did about a shadow-y guy that I never mentioned again...Well that was serious, that was the melodramatic side of me that takes my shit seriously.


This, however, is the exact opposite:


5.13.2010

The Fab-Tastic "Adventures" of the S.S. Butt

"The Fab-Tastic 'Adventures' of the S.S. Butt" was my foray into nonsensical silly-ness and two-to-three-page-long chapters full of self-referential gibberish that was only partially not gibberish.

Re-Reading this yesterday gave me pangs that I could only describe as joy and laughter, or possibly heartburn.

And lesson number 1 of writing: Don't use a girlfriend's name as a character in a story because she will soon be an ex-girlfriend, and your current girlfriend will recognize that name and force you to change it to HER name, and that name will probably suck in the story.

(I made that mistake, and have yet to face the consequences of it, and have also not changed the name due to laziness.).

Chapter 1: The Origins of the S.S. Butt:

5.12.2010

In Memoriam: Barkley: Shut Up and Jam.

During about jan of '10 I hopped on the 4chan bandwagon out of sheer boredom.

I uploaded this pic to try and make it the next big internet meme (can someone please tell me how to pronounce "meme"?)

...needless to say it didn't work. The thread disappeared within minutes reaching a maximum of about five or six comments.


I still think it has potential.

...I don't even remember making this one,

and yet it's a masterpiece:















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5.11.2010

Spoiler: This story has nothing to do with football.

I've been transferring files from my shitty old Dell Inspiron 2650 onto  my custom-built sex machine.
I was reading old IM conversations with girls who definitely had the hots for me though I didn't fuck them.
I perused some comics I used to make (and to this day miss making)
and I found this little gem which I thought was a bit of a dissolution into pornography but hit some of the right notes.

I present:

The Cleveland Browns Have Nothing on My Sea Man