Graphic Journal: Feb. 28th

A guilty conscious streams like a disco hallucination:  I say I’m a feminist.

Sitting here, watching her pluck the spaghetti strap off of her ivory shoulders.  Slide down.  Be modest.  Cover your breasts.  Tease me for a bit.

I hate the objectification of women, and yet, here I am objectifying women while I lie back and rub.

Lay down.  Spread yourself in front of the webcam.  I want to see you.  I want to know the real you.  No.  Be bashful, it excites me more.

I justify my actions with the simple “everyone does it” type of statement, and I know that this everyone mostly refers to males as I make sure once again the light is off.

Fake your innocence.  Flash your perky nineteen year old tits for the camera.

I know that I’m some creep watching the same video some other creep has watched that some other creep recorded.  Some guy whacking off his dick and typing to his girlfriend “Baby u look hot 2nite!!!” or “Shit gurl take it all off” or “fuck im so hard right now” as he slyly smiles and clicks “save as”.

Mascara eyes look into the camera searching for approval of their body like a meerkat waking up to the first morning light and searching for its mother.  I can’t give it.  I can only look at the body, I feel my body react, I wish for her body.

I click another video.  Repeat process.

More Batman Frames Fun!

Inspired by the Batman Frames Generator from the other day, I decided to go back and read some Batman annuals from the 60s.  Man, Batman sure had some kooky adventures!  That guy, what a goofball, honestly.  So, here’s some highlights of reading… then, I’ll show you some other fun I had.

Stripey action!

Yes, there is a Zebra man of all things.  He has magnetic powers which basically have absolutely no relation to his obsession with Zebra stripes.  In this lovely little diddy, he shoots Batman full of zebra/magnetic energy!  Woo, that’s a bad day, right there.

The pits...

Funny that I’m listening to What’s Yr Damage? right now.  Anyway, there once was a time in a faraway place named Gotham City where DA Harvey Dent became Two-Face when a criminal threw acid over… half of his face!  There also was once a time when Harvey Dent got over it.  Then, another time in which DC had no idea how to bring a great villain back… So, what did they do?  Yeah, create a second Two-Face.

Wait, what magic could they pull to do this one?

As simple as having actor Paul Sloane play in a TV movie about Harvey Dent becoming Two-Face in which… he becomes Two-Face himself!!!  Oh Shit!  Nnnooooooawwwwwwoooooo, way!  DC, you gots some original 60s ideas, right there.

Memorized Lines!? You're a killer.

Yes, because he’s so crazy as a stand-in for Two-Face.

What other awesome things do the Batman Annuals contain!?  Yes, that’s right, multiple stories about Batman meeting up with INDIANS!  Yes, Monique, eat your heart out and spit in a soft drink because I just brought in racist depictions of Indians to the mix!

Batman: a Better Indian than the Indians.

In the first 6 annuals I read, there wasn’t just one story about Batman dealing with Indians, there was THREE!  It was actually the most recurring story element out of all of the annuals.  Yes, Indians came up more often than any villain or even Superman.

The Bat-(smoke)-Signal: A modern example of ingenuity.

Oh yes, DC, you did us quite a favor of depicting Indians as raving imbeciles.  …geeeeeessssssss…

So, then I decided to fuck with some frames myself that I found hilarious.

At first, I was going to mess with this shoulder massage image because it looks like Batman is whispering for Dick to be quiet and stay still as something slips into his behind… Then, I realized, “Hey, the image speaks for itself!”

Shhh, it will all be over real soon, but call me "daddy".

And now, we’re entering into some of my fun:

Why Batman doesn't go to parties anymore.

Now, let's go play hopscotch.

I couldn't resist.

I hope you enjoyed the frames fun I had!

Batman Frames Fun!

I hate it when that happens too, Bats.

Take advantage of the situation, Robin... nothing will go wrong.

Mine too, Robin... mine too.

Do you love replacing text in old comic book frames!?  Well, I do!

That’s why I went to: http://www.batmancomic.info/ for all of my comic screwing up with needs.

I hope you enjoy the examples I made.  Homoeroticism, I can’t give you up.

I also hope that someone takes advantage of all of the political opportunities involved with these.  Like:

Righty-o!

Batman: Ultra-Conservative. (*psst*, he supports big business)

Graphic Journal Feb. 23rd

I found my pocket knife.  Not like you really cared.  I didn’t tell you it was lost, I didn’t tell you it was missing.  I began the search for it last night in the perils of my sleep figuring that this would be the one thing that could splice my dreams in half when I stumble upon a testifying stump of impatience.

What if each blade on a pocket knife represented different personality traits?  Would this make a Swiss Army Knife the most charismatic of the pocket knives or the most annoying?

My fingers teeter on the groove narrowed in among the blade done dull.  Snaggle-toothed, the tip of the widest calls out looking for a loved one amongst saturday morning cartoon shows.  “Old Timer” plastered to the side in brass with grooves along the shaft acting like a fingerprint.  It needs to be sharpened: sharpened like a mind that has been in front of television for the last eight years.

Dirty and stained with black fragments of glue from some art project gone wrong, maybe sap fell into the springs and shuddered along its spine.  Three blades and the middle does not close.  No locking device, no safety device.  Rubbed thin along the edges by a grandfather with diabetes.

What if I did tell you that I loved this knife?  I don’t.  But, what if I told you that?  Can a man love a lethal object so?  “Guns” you throw back at me.  “Dicks” I throw back at you.

Graphic Journal and Some More Sketches

Sick Sick Sick.  Sneeze Sneeze Sneeze.  Rhino Stomp Rhino Stomp Rhino Stomp.  No HW No HW No HW.  Please Please Please.  Hug Me.  Kiss Me.  Inflate Me.  Inflatables Inflatables Inflatables.

In the vein of Lilli Carre but not as good.

In the Vein of me messing around.

What did I get from that MYTHICAL Beast? – The Dumpster

Ready to enter amidst the sun.

I’m listening to Starlight Mints’ “Change Remains” and it is super fattttttttyyyyy.  I’m loving it.  Still distinctly them but pretty different.  Who knew they could always be so badass, experimental, and pop-y!?

Anyway, I figured I’d list out the books I got from the Dumpster (for free!).

• The Bourne Identity (bent with a conk shell on its cover that happens to have a… RAILROAD SPIKE right through it!)
• Robinson Crusoe (yeah, you bet it has some faded 50s illustrations)
• Paradise Lost (seriously, I’ve already gotten all of this!)
• Moby Dick (with a sweet ass inner cover design tracking the ship and the whale as they travel on the map of the world with the power of dashed lines!)
• One Hundred and One Famous POEMS (included above every poem by a single author is a weird looking portrait of them… totally enhances the experience)
• Nature and the Universe (I got this mostly for the illustrations… they look like really sweet block prints)
• 536 Puzzles & Curious Problems (I will probably never open this… I will probably give it away as a present some day to get it off my shelf… but boy, does it have some tough puzzles!)

Yeah, that’s right… all of that, I got from a dumpster.  All I had to do was climb in.  Sure, the only gruff I had to put up with was from cars (near the freeway entrance) honking or yelling things… which was mostly at Michaela because apparently they didn’t like my sexy ass up in the air… or diving in the books.

Imagine the books as sand but with corners and easier to clean off and much lovelier to take home and snuggle with

The other things I got on Saturday:

• American Born Chinese
• Justice League: New Frontier (the film)
• The TV Set
• Rachel Getting Married
• Batgirl #7
• Green Lantern #51
• Green Lantern Corps #45
• Invincible #70

My Dream List

Here are the people that I hope to get my picture taken and/or something signed/commissioned from at the Emerald City ComicCon in a couple weeks:

• Brian Azzarello, writer of 100 Bullets and Joker [C-19]
• Kurt Busiek, writer of Marvels and Trinity [L-13]
• Matt Fraction, writer of Invincible Iron Man [G-01]
• Derek Fridolfs, inker on Batman: Streets of Gotham and did one Tales of the TMNT issue way back [B-12]
• Kieron Gillen, writer of Phonogram [306]
• Patrick Gleason, penciller of Green Lantern Corps [M-03]
• * Geoff Johns, writer of Green Lantern and Blackest Night [M-01]
• John Layman, writer of Chew
• Stan Lee, uhhh, yeah… not much needs to be said about him
• * Doug Mahnke, penciller of Green Lantern [M-02]
• * Dustin Nguyen, penciller of Batman: Streets of Gotham and Detective Comics [B-11]
• * Ryan Ottley, penciller of Invincible [306]
• Joe Quesada, E-i-C of Marvel [H-01]
• * Greg Rucka, writer of Detective Comics and Stumptown [C-07]
• * Andy Runton, the guy behind the ever-cute Owly [702]
• Steven T. Seagle, writer of Superman and It’s a bird… [M-16]
• Jill Thompson, penciller of Fables 1001 Nights of Snowfall [C-20]
• Peter Tomasi, writer of Green Lantern Corps [M-04]
• Mark Waid, writer of… a lot… [502]
• Len Wein, writer of… a lot… [L-12]
• * J.H. Williams III, penciller of Detective Comics [C-05]

Unfortunately, Gail Simone had to cancel… I’m quite sad.

Some of these will be ridiculously hard to get, but I will be prepared… lots of water and cash.

The ones with the stars will be my main focus.

Graphic Journal: Feb. 21st + others

As briefly mentioned in the actual graphic journal part, Michaela and I went to some stores.  This also included a trip to THE dumpster.  THE dumpster happens to be the dumpster where Half-Price books recycles all of the books they do not believe they can sell.  This weekend I got: “Robinson Crusoe,” “The Bourne Identity,” “Paradise Lost,” “Moby Dick,” “101 Famous Poems,” “Nature and the Universe,” “536 Puzzles & Curious Problems,” and “100 Most Common Medical Blunders.”  Yes, all of this from a simple 30 minutes digging through a dumpster.

As you can see, rolling around in a dumpster full of books can cause something akin to ecstasy for me.

Included below is a pop art sketch/coloring I did of Michaela as she sat on my bed (her signature included):

Raghhh

It’s 12:17 and I have been listening to Why? for quite some time now (2 hours?).  I don’t feel like entering a digital tablet thing at the moment, but I will tomorrow.
I bought some movies today, some tickets to Emerald City ComicCon for my sister and I, a book, and I got a lot of free books for the sacred dumpster of Half-Price.  Michaela and I hung out for most of the day.

Emily and I had a really nice time yesterday.  We went to the park and then threw a disc around for a bit.  She implied she wasn’t really any good, but she had some pretty nice throws.  Good to touch a disc again for myself, too.

I decided a week or so ago that since she wanted to keep things just friendly then I shouldn’t get hooked up on her.  I tried moving past that and heading towards others, but, after yesterday, I realized that I genuinely like her a lot and have a lot of fun.  It was really frustrating to see perverts in their cars staring at her and making faces while we were walking along the street.  It’s so unfair that women/girls are subjected to that treatment.

I want to ease her burden; her stress.

I just took Lorazepam for the first time.  I feel tired.  My right hand was shaking: that’s my typical sign of panic.  I don’t know why I was feeling that way.  My sentences are quite short.
Look out for a real update tomorrow.

GJournal Feb. 17th & a short story

I bit my lip a little too hard as my throat scratched out a single syllable lost in the phantom wind.  My heart lifted up with arms decorating a cross to signify a jump in attitude; a jump in attitude filtered amongst my heart as it lifted up with arms decorating a signifying cross.  Didn’t I see it?  I memorized the little buttons lingering on your blouse.  They were a mixture of blue and white plastic swirled like cotton candy at a church benefit.  You said to me, “look at that painting.”  I said, “yes.”  You said, “if only we could outstretch our arms as if decorating a cross with Venus acting as the Virgin Mary overseeing every beautiful movement.”  I glanced at the painting.

I made a reference to films as their fingers intertwined uplifting the wonderment of women.  Cupid shot an arrow.

Botticelli clapped.

The pearly gates clattered.

I wrote in a lighter pen to hide the lightness behind it.  Don’t you see the overpass of color in the dull world of a lifetime?

You are so different from me, but, maybe not, maybe not in this strange life.  Maybe our lives collided in a strange mutation of sidewalks and chalk and life and good clothing.  Is it better when I don’t use commas?  Sometimes, the commas appear like a jump outstretched with arms on a cross.  I haven’t done my reading for you.  I hang on every word.  You opened my eyes to dinosaurs and shrines as Neil Young played the harmonica.  You opened my eyes, peeling them back like an onion with the different layers and skin diseases of walls to filter out emotion.  You opened my eyes and I felt.  I felt the grace of women.  I felt a certain type of power unlike a god.  I wanted to feel you: your heart against mine with vesicles and tubes intertwined like the lovers excavated in Pompeii.

I need an editor.  I need a fresh cabinet.  I need to alphabetize; your birth name follows mine but not by much.

Wanting seems to be the thing I do most with arms outstretched in the shape of a cross jumping out like a comma.