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Jan. 27th, 2007

life is but a dream (or a lillypad with a turd on it)

it's been quite awhile since my last post. 
 
my life, as of now, could be compared to a lillypad whose only purpose in this world is to preserve the dryness of the turd that has been placed upon it.  i guess that's a little confusing.  basically, i'm a changed man.  i live with my dad, i have no job, the van rarely starts (and runs like shit when it does), and i'm still not enrolled in school.  however, i've managed to play through Gears of War for the xbox360 and i'm still working on oblivion (level 26 nord).  i'm fighting my way through a novel that i do not enjoy.  i haven't even pretended to write down my ideas for the comic that matt, josh, and i are supposed to create. 
 
beard: gone
 
i guess i could spend some time talking about the job situation (or lack thereof).  tsd is out of business.  jan. 21 of 2007 was my last day.  corporate just swept down from mt. olympus and closed the damned doors with no warning of any kind.  oh well.  i was looking for a way out anyway. 
 
i've been working out again.  it feels pretty damn good.  it's kind of weird.  josh ray and my dad are both in better shape than me.  i've been skating by the last few years on the idea that i have high metabolism, but it seems my well has run damn-near dry.  i'm going to have to actually work to stay fit.  i tried my hand last night on josh's weight routine and nearly hurt myself.  i couldn't sleep because my arms hurt so damned bad.  i was an idiot to think that i could go from not lifting at all to a rigorous 2-hr. intensive weight-training regiment.  at least i am now able to type. 
 
i want to take a creative-writing class.
 
candace's birthday is in a week.  her brother is flying in on that day as well.  he's a pretty sweet dude.  i think that we'll get along smashingly.  i got her the dvd and children's book of m. night shyamalan's Lady in the Water.  I also got her the rest of the Shyamalan movies on dvd that she didn't already have. 
 
we saw Smokin' Aces tonight.  i though that it was phenomenal.  she was un-impressed.  i will DEFINITELY be purchasing Children of Men on dvd. 
 
gotta go.  she's having a hard time sleeping and she has to get up early tomorrow.  good night.

Jan. 17th, 2007

waiting

pan's labyrinth is about to start. fantasy movie for adults? we will see. R-rated guillermo del-toro. Has potential. Keystone @ the crossing.

Jan. 16th, 2007

i love lines

standing patiently in line at the unemployment office. Yay.

Jan. 11th, 2007

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im at a bar. This is gay.

Jan. 8th, 2007

practice.

the band practiced yesterday and our new shit is going to blow some minds.  dave is a certified badass.  i can't wait to put this shit on tape. 
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Jan. 5th, 2007

christmas

christmas was awesome this year. i truthfully cannot fathom how much the people in my life love me (you guessed it, my way of saying that i'm a spoiled rotten little brat). i got more shit than i can shake a stick at. i still feel like total ass that i couldn't do more for the people in my life, but i did a little for almost everyone. i pretty much have no choice but to be candace's little bitch for the rest of my life, though. this i know for sure.

here we go... drumroll please... wait for it... wait for it... waaaaiiiiittttt foooorrrrr iiiitttttt... candace bought me a new xbox360. there. i said it. she got me some fly-ass new kicks. i got a clock-radio with an onboard ipod dock. she pretty much spoiled me completely. dad came through with a check to get my van fixed. for this, i couldn't thank him enough. then, an itunes gift card, custom-crafted marshmallow gun, undies (of course), gears of war (badass in every way) the nacho libre dvd (with authentic nacho libre luchador mask!), a light-up scorlling marquee belt-buckle, and some other shit that i know i'm forgetting. mom got me a jacket (that i actually like). that was pretty sweet. i know she's having a hard time.


it really, really, really sucks that candace was in slovakia for christmas, but i know that she had an awesome time there. she got to see her family and live like a snow-princess the whole time, so that's cool. i managed some serious quality matt-and-ryan time while she was gone. honestly, that eased the pain quite a bit. then, abby got here a few days before candace came home and the four of us had a blast. plus, I GOT TO SEE PAPPY ON CHRISTMAS! i haven't had the priveledge of hanging out with pappy on christmas in years.


yeah, christmas this year was one for the books.  possibly, the best ever.
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someone threatened to kill me...

wow. where to begin? i guess i'll start off by explaining the title of this blog. i believe i've blogged many times in the past on the topic of how bad my roomates suck. all of their suckiness has cultivated and i moved out on their asses. i essentially grew tired of paying 1/3 of everything (including cable and internet) and having one room to use. there were two bathrooms, yet they insisted on using the one i use to wash their dogs. they slept in the living room after being asked numerous times not to. they would sleep until 2:00 in the afternoon, so i'd have to sneak around all day to avoid waking them up. i couldn't have people over because of their sleep. basically, they got two bathrooms and i had none. they had two bedrooms and i had no living room. they had a kitchen that i couldn't use because they would be disturbed.

let us not forget about the dog situation. there was barely enough room for the two dogs that lived there and they decide that it would be a wise decision to bring home another one. ultimately, my dog went insane from being locked in my room all day by them while i was at work, so i let my dad take care of her. dog lovers... riiiiight.

they were also made aware that if the problem were with sharing their things, (couch, tv, computer, etc.) i would gladly move my things in and let them put their shit in their bedroom. it was bigger anyway. i'd share my things and not complain about it. but.... low and behold, that wasn't it.

when i finally became fed up with the situation and decided to move my shit out, all of the bullshit came out in the wash. according to them, i had been charged 1/3 of the price of everything to rent out one room. the living room was never mine anyway and neither was the kitchen, bathroom, or anything else. wow. why would anyone knowingly pay a price equal to everyone else's to have just one room. why would i pay for internet and cable when i had neither services connected in the one room i was paying for?

i guess i became a little side-tracked, didn't i? let's get back to the explaination of the title of this entry. i decided that it would be a wise decision to move my shit out before telling them about it, just to protect my things. if they knew that i were planning on moving, they could have done anything (destroyed my shit, thrown it away, pissed on my couch, let their dogs shit on my tv, had sex on my sheets, whatever). soooo, candace and i came home one morning and there were some people whom i didn't know sleeping in the living room that i had thought that i was paying for. that was the last straw. candace and i moved every item of mine in that entire apartment in about 45 minutes without waking anyone up (quite the feat, if you ask me). basically, i recieved a phone call about two days later explaining that if i didn't pay rent on the first, his family would come here and kill me.

fast forward about a week. i'm not dead (i paid him the money like a punk-ass pussy bitch), i live with my dad, my life still kicks ass, the band started back up with practice, i've been reading, candace feels beautiful again, my new roomates are awesome (dad, squeel, peanut butter, putters), matt is still here and we're hanging out lots, and my lungs are filled with clean smoke-free air. ain't life grand?

Jan. 2nd, 2007

josh howard's step-by-step comic writing

By Josh Howard
Posted October 19, 2006  2:40 PM

I get a lot of email from people asking me how exactly I go about putting together a typical comic. So, I figured this month I would give a basic step-by-step description of my creative process.

1. The first step is, of course, generating ideas. The brainstorming process is one of my favorite parts, but it can also be the most frustrating. You can't force inspiration. But once the ideas start to come, I usually start making simple notes just so I don't forget anything.
 

 
The amount of time I spend brainstorming varies from book to book. In the case of Black Harvest, the idea came to me out of nowhere, and within just a couple of months I had the whole concept down and the book picked up by Devil's Due. That's probably the quickest an idea has ever come together. In other cases, like the new Dead @ 17 ongoing series, I spent over a year developing it before I felt it was ready. In that case, I took extra care in creating the characters and concepts because I didn't want to repeat myself. I didn't feel it was worth doing if it was just going to be "school girl with ax fighting zombies, version 2.0."

Part of this process is also doing very rough character designs. I usually don't fully design the character until after I have the script written. I will just do rough head shots in the margins, just enough to capture the look of the character so it's easier to write.

2. The next step is writing the first draft of the script. I have never written a full script by hand. I will sometimes start it, but the problem I always face is that my mind thinks faster than I can write. So most of my actual writing is done by word processor. Since I'm writing for myself, my descriptions are very brief, if there are any at all. I write primarily to get the basic dialogue and scenes down. I don't usually frame shots or define angles, or lay out action scenes - those happen next.

3. After finishing the first draft, I take it and begin doing quick thumbnail layouts of the pages. These are extremely rough - probably completely indiscernible to anyone but myself.

 

 
4. Now I'm moving full-steam ahead. I begin penciling and inking the actual pages, completely throwing out the script and thumbnails I just spent hours creating... Only kidding. But it's during this process that I can fully begin to see the story form, and 90% of the time I will drastically alter something I've already laid out, or I will write a completely new scene. This is when the book really comes together and how it really benefits from having me both as the artist and the writer. Looking at the story visually, I can see and do things that I never would have thought of if I was just staring at a blank computer screen.
 

 
5. Almost there! I scan the pages and begin coloring in Photoshop. But coloring is only half of it. I will also re-frame panels, re-size figures if the proportions are off, and sometime redraw an entire background. I tend to work in Photoshop rather unconventionally, so I'm definitely not someone to take tips from. When working on actual comic pages, I rarely use layers, unless I'm swapping things around. I tend to get the colors and look I want on the first pass, so I seldom have to worry about changing my mind or continually trying something different. When it comes to me doing regular art pieces, I will usually experiment a bit more, but for comics I try to keep it pretty simple. I have to work at a really quick rate of speed, so I feel it's best to streamline the process where I can.
 

 
6. The final step. After getting all the pages colored, I will then go through page-by-page and write the final script. Most of what I'm doing here is fine-tuning dialogue and making sure everything flows right. This can sometimes be the most frustrating part of the process, because if I find a scene isn't exactly working like I envisioned, it's not so easy to go back and change things. However, there's nothing quite like putting on the finishing touches and seeing my ideas become fully formed.

And there you have it! All that's left is to print the sucker up and wait for the critics to tell you everything you did wrong!

Dec. 26th, 2006

Saddam will hang!

A senior Iraqi government official tells me Tuesday night that the execution of Saddam Hussein will be carried out this way:

On the day of the execution, Saddam will be taken to the gallows now used to execute “terrorists and criminals.”  He will not be given special treatment.

He will be dressed in either a green or an orange jumpsuit.  He will be handcuffed. His feet will be chained, with only enough slack so he can shuffle up the stairs to the gallows. He will be hooded. He will wear prison sandals.

The hangman will also be hooded, but with a hood with eyeholes so he can see to pull a lever, releasing a trap door, dropping Saddam.

The gallows are made of steel, 15 feet off the ground. The gallows have been built with American supervision to meet "human rights standards." The old gallows had an old rope that had become elastic. There is now a new rope designed to snap Saddam's neck, not strangle him.

Before the execution, not expected before the new year, Saddam will be given a final meal, and time to smoke, pray and write a will.  This could take several hours.

A doctor will check Saddam's health before the execution and remain on hand to verify his death.

The execution will be filmed for the Iraqi government archives.  Limited footage of the execution will be broadcast on Iraqi state television.

--Richard Engel, NBC Middle East correspondent and Beirut bureau chief

another christmas in the books

Candace is on my mind constantly.  She's in Europe spending some Q.T. with the parentals.  You know, time apart sounds like a good idea on paper, but it sucks big time.  I am so lonely right now, I can't even see straight.  She's been gone about four days, but it seems like a damn eternity.  She usually calls twice a day, but my phone has been dead all day.  I haven't had a chance to charge it because I've just been busy with my mom and dad and stuff.  Not being able to talk to her induces a pain similar to taking an olympic javelin to the nutsack.  It sucks.  At this point, sleeping is an indulgence that a person in my current situation doesn't get to relish in, so I'll just recount my christmas experience.  I guess christmas technically starts on Christmas Eve, so I'll begin there. 
 
First thing in the morning, Katie calls me up and we have lunch at Qdoba's, which I'm always down for.  Katie's truck is pretty sweet and the fact that she named it Carl makes it even better.  I was shocked to hear about her sister's boyfriend.  He's in a rough spot.  He'll be okay though.  He's a good kid (god I feel old).  Her brother also found himself a decent lady.  He's going to propose to her soon.  Skatie was telling me that he got her a ring.  Umm... I guess... if Angela's little sister is reading this, pretend to be surprised.  Then, Matt comes over at about 3:00.  We hang out and watch Aqua Teen until 5:00 when they had to leave. 
 
Then, it was quality time with my new toy until about 7:00 when I headed over to Mom's house.  Xbox rode shotgun in my fag bag.  I took Sarah out for milk and cookies and we rented a movie.  Never watched it.  I hope it gets returned.  We came back and baked the cookies.  I proceeded to lose myself to Gears of War and Rainbow Six: Vegas until I got a random phonecall from my dad's number, but the voice coming from the other end of the line wasn't my dad... IT WAS PAPPY!!!  I guess he had driven up from Tennessee so that Mary and little Xaeden could spend some time with Mary's family.  Pappy made the extra effort to come up and hang out.  I called Matt and we made a little mini-event out of it.  We played video games until Jerry did what he does best and made a complete jackass of himself.  Nothing major, aside from making my friends and I feel like a complete and total unwelcome burden (he has a thing for that, doesn't he?)  Anywho, we headed over to Matt's and attempted to pull an all-nighter.  Didn't happen.  We crashed out at about 5:30.
 
10:00 A.M. rolled around pretty damn early on Christmas this year.  I pretty much just woke up and headed over to Mom's house.  Pappy headed down to Gosport so he could be with his family and Matt did his thing.  Came to Mom's just in time to miss Sarah's gala-unveiling of her usual Christmas smorgasbord of gifts.  I'm kind of relieved.  I can sense that she's growing up a little bit.  She has a better sense of appreciation.  I'll never forget Christmas 2005.  She tears ass through a vast cornucopia of gifts only to look up at her parents from amidst the ocean of torn wrapping paper and belt out, "awww...  no portable dvd player.  Oh well."  It was more than a little disturbing.  Anywho, she got some clothes and a pink razor phone.  That's all she really wanted.  I honestly feel kind of bad for her.  Mom and Jerry are having a rough time, too. 
 
I headed over to Dad's at about 2:00.  He was still in bed all sore from his Peanut-Butter fiasco from the night before.  Apparently, he decided that it would be a brilliant idea to get slobbering-drunk with Toby, Christen, and Squeel and actually attempt to walk the dog.  Well, one thing led to the next and my poor retarded father ended up in the middle of the street with what appears to be a twisted knee and a "somewhat" broken arm.  idiot.  Looking back, I really wish that I would have stayed at my dad's house and actually managed a good time on Christmas Eve and maybe aided in my dad avoiding the whole broken-arm situation.  Him and Squeel got each other ipods.  I hope they enjoy their movie theater gift certificates... lame.  I digress.  We did the gift-exchange thing.  I made out pretty well, I must say (it's tough to be humble when you own a custom-crafted marshmallow gun).  Dad and I managed a little bonding time.  He pretty much layed in the bedroom and watched me play Gears of War.  He seemed impressed, but he has a really good way of faking that particular trait. 
 
I headed over to Matt's at about 9:00 to hang out with him and abbey at about 9:00.  I got to watch them do their gift-exchange.  They are really awesome together.  Matt's a great dude (although a little female-retarded), and Abbey is pretty much his version of what I have with Candace.  It feels pretty great when I know that my close friend can get as much happiness out of life as I get out of mine.  Seeing her just made me think about Candace that much more.  We hung out until about 3:00.  I packed up and came home.  Attempted to sleep until I started writing this and now here I am, still missing the hell out of my god-damn Candace.  This sucks.

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