So, I'm watching Total Recall. If you haven't watched this movie, you really should. Not just because I'm about to spoil the hell out of it, but because it is totally bad ass. After you've watched Arnie kick the shit out of some mutant Martians, watch the commentary, it is equally awesome, and I'm also about to spoil the shit out of it as well.
So, you're back right? And you watched the commentary? Good, now check this out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0amCfgnwY8, it's got nothing to do with what I'm about to talk about, but it's friggin' hilarious.
Now, let's assume that the whole movie is pretty much just the brain trip that Rekal sends Quaid on, and as soon as the credits roll he wakes up in their offices. He's just had the most awesome virtual vacation ever, and he's about to head home. To his wife. Who, in his mind, just tried to shoot him in their own home, told him their marriage was a sham, and was killed by the girl of his dreams. That's pretty fucked up right there. This poor bastard is going to second guess everything in his life (remember his best friend tried to kill him in his fantasy vacation too) all because he opted for the bonus package.
Seriously, that's just fucked up.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
Wildstorm World's End
Just a short post to start getting back into the swing of things.
If you aren't reading the new line of Wildstorm Universe books, you should start. The whole universe is currently contained in only four books (Authority, Wildcats, Stormwatch PHD, and Gen 13), which are being released one a week. Not only does this allow for a tight cohesive universe, but it doesn't stretch the wallet too much.
The new concept "World's End" is exactly what it sounds like. At the end of Number of the Beast, the world was essentially destroyed by a group of clones based on The High (yeah, the guy from the Ellis Stormwatch run. Awesome, right?) go nuclear all around the earth. Now, the majority of humanity is dead, and the world is caught in the destruction and fallout. Running through each of the books, there's also a series of four part back up stories focusing on individual members of Team 7, which seem to be leading to a bigger story involving all of the books. All in all the Wildstorm universe is really starting to rock, and quickly becoming the books I look forward to most each week.
If you aren't reading the new line of Wildstorm Universe books, you should start. The whole universe is currently contained in only four books (Authority, Wildcats, Stormwatch PHD, and Gen 13), which are being released one a week. Not only does this allow for a tight cohesive universe, but it doesn't stretch the wallet too much.
The new concept "World's End" is exactly what it sounds like. At the end of Number of the Beast, the world was essentially destroyed by a group of clones based on The High (yeah, the guy from the Ellis Stormwatch run. Awesome, right?) go nuclear all around the earth. Now, the majority of humanity is dead, and the world is caught in the destruction and fallout. Running through each of the books, there's also a series of four part back up stories focusing on individual members of Team 7, which seem to be leading to a bigger story involving all of the books. All in all the Wildstorm universe is really starting to rock, and quickly becoming the books I look forward to most each week.
Friday, March 28, 2008
These are a few of my favorite things
The best thing about Spring? It's got nothing to do with all of the flowers blooming, I can tell you that. All the pollen in the air just makes me sneeze. Fuck flowers. No, the best thing about Spring is driving around with the windows down. Not only do you get to have the wind blow through your hair as you cruise around, but you can yell at other people about their horrible driving, and they can actually hear you. If you're super lucky, they'll be driving around with the windows down too, and holler back. Just yesterday I cursed at a dumbass in a huge truck who honked at me for using a four way stop correctly, and then we exchanged fuck yous. It was delightful. I love Spring.
Friday, March 21, 2008
OMG Y'all!! I Am So Sick 4 Rlz!
I could have sworn it was the creeping black death coming to get me, but it turns out it's only pneumonia. I seriously think this may be the sickest I've been in my entire adult life. When I was younger I was sick quite a bit, but as an adult? Not so much.
The best thing about being sick is getting medical advise from all of your friends. Of course, everyone tells you to rest up and drink plenty of water (apparently assuming that you've never had a cough before, and would be lost without them), or recommends their favorite over the counter cold killer. Every once in a while though, you get a weird one. This time? Garlic. One of the guys I work with actually told me that garlic is the "natural enemy" of pneumonia. I can't help but imagine garlic and pneumonia running wild in the open fields of the world before modern ,man, skipping hand in hand until they both realized they had a crush on Lucinda Lou, the cave girl next door. Pnemonia decided that if he couldn't have fair young Lucy, then noone could, and attacked her lungs with unmatched fury. Luckily for Lucy Lou, the noble garlic saw what his former friend had done, and sacrificed himself to knock the pneumonia from her body. Naturally, despite the fact that they used to be the best of friends, for eons, they have been enemies.
Current mood: Sick, duh.
Current listening: Electric Six - I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master (Thanks to Fraction for putting it in my head that I should listen to this awesome album again.)
The best thing about being sick is getting medical advise from all of your friends. Of course, everyone tells you to rest up and drink plenty of water (apparently assuming that you've never had a cough before, and would be lost without them), or recommends their favorite over the counter cold killer. Every once in a while though, you get a weird one. This time? Garlic. One of the guys I work with actually told me that garlic is the "natural enemy" of pneumonia. I can't help but imagine garlic and pneumonia running wild in the open fields of the world before modern ,man, skipping hand in hand until they both realized they had a crush on Lucinda Lou, the cave girl next door. Pnemonia decided that if he couldn't have fair young Lucy, then noone could, and attacked her lungs with unmatched fury. Luckily for Lucy Lou, the noble garlic saw what his former friend had done, and sacrificed himself to knock the pneumonia from her body. Naturally, despite the fact that they used to be the best of friends, for eons, they have been enemies.
Current mood: Sick, duh.
Current listening: Electric Six - I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being The Master (Thanks to Fraction for putting it in my head that I should listen to this awesome album again.)
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
It's been a while, huh?
I've been busy with about a million and a half things lately, and I'm also incredibly lazy, so I haven't posted in quite some time. This return post isn't going to be my longest ever, but hopefully it will signal a return to more regular posts. I'm hoping to get some writing, and art done in the near future, so expect to see something on that here. Also, what with the stress of HurleyCon behind me (It was awesome, btw), I should be able to get back into my Gladiator training.
That's it for now, peace out folks.
That's it for now, peace out folks.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
The Death Pool = Big Fun
Marlan, a buddy of mine, is running a "Death Pool" for 2008. Basically, you send in 50 names of famous to semi-famous people, and 10 bucks, before the 31st, and you're entered. For every person on your list that dies in 2008, you get points. At the end of the year, whoever has the most points gets all the money.
Marlan is a reputable guy, who's done this pool several times before. If you're interested, I'm sending him a paypal payment for my entry on the 31st, and if you can get me the cash (or a solid guarantee if I know you well enough), I'll send yours as well.
Here's the full rules via Marlan:
Rules of the Death Pool:Each player selects 50 names. The pool of all names selected by all the participating players is called the Master List. (Living people only; no animals, cartoons, comic strip characters, etc.) The deadline for entries for the 2008 Death Pool is midnight (PST), Monday, December 31th, 2007. Each player's list must be submitted to Marlan Harris before the deadline to be considered eligible for play. $10 must accompany your entry. Payment in cash or by personal check is acceptable. Payment by Paypal is also acceptable -- e-mail Mar for details.An indecipherable or confusing name will be considered to be the closest and most logical name available (for example, "P. Diddy" would be considered to be Sean "Puffy"/"Diddy" Combs). A proper, legal name is not necessary as long as that is the way the person is popularly known (for example, Eazy E).Submission of the list can be done in person or sent by e-mail. A typed, numbered, and alphabetized list is preferable but a handwritten list is also acceptable as long as it is legible. Submission of your list to the Death Pool head is considered final and you will be unable to change your list after you submit it. In the event of doubling of names in the same list, the extra name will be discarded and a replacement will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of a list submitted with more than 50 names, the last names on the list after the first 50 will be discarded and replacements will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of a person on the submitted list already being dead, the name will be discarded and a replacement will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of the death of a person on the submitted list occuring between when the list is submitted and the contest officially begins, a replacement name will be accepted.The duration of the Death Pool is from January 1 through December 31 of the year 2008. When a death is mentioned in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People publications, the name of the deceased is checked against the Master List. If there is a "Hit" in the Master List, each player who picked the "Hit" is awarded points. More than one player is allowed to select the same "Hit" and each will receive the full amount of points regardless of how many picked players the same name. Deaths are also checked against the Dead People Server, which will be at http://www.dpsinfo.com/dps/2007.html#top.Points are calculated as follows: 100 minus the "Hit's" age. For example: When Ronald Regan died, he was 93 years old; he was worth 7 points. When Ol' Dirty Bastard died, he was 35 years old; he was worth 65 points. If the "Hit" is 100 years old or older, zero points are awarded. A death must be featured in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People magazines or appear on the Dead People Server for points to be awarded. The date of death must occur within the duration of play (regardless of when the death is announced). Time of death will be determined by the time zone of the location of death (for deaths occurring on December 31st). Deaths must be published in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People magazines or appear on the Dead People Server on or before January 15th the following year in order to score points. The player with the most points at the end of the duration of the Death Pool is the winner. In the event of a tie, the tie breaker will be the player that has the youngest "Hit". If all of the tied players have the youngest "Hit", the next youngest "Hit" in succession will be the tie breaker, and so on. If the players each had the exact same "Hits," then the players will share the winnings, divided equally among them.The winner, decided by a panel of judges at the end of the duration of the Death Pool, wins the total amount of money contributed by all players. The exact amount depends on the number of players. There will be a web page which will list the current point standings of players and Master List and the address of that page will be provided to all players once play begins. The page will be updated with near-disconcerting frequency.Please feel free to distribute this to more people and invite as many other players as you can, as long as they get their list and $10 to Marlan before the appointed deadline and abide by these rules.Failure or refusal to abide by the rules above will be grounds for ejection of the player from the game. All disputes will be settled by the person(s) running the Death Pool and decisions will be deemed final.To participants of the previous year(s): please submit a new list just like you were a new player coming into the contest. You may use some, all, or none of the names you have already used in previous lists. If you participated in last year's bout, you can also request that your list from last year be rolled over without submitting a full list but only if no changes are made.50 names. 10 bucks. By December 31. That's it. That's all you have to do.If you have any questions, contact Marlan at MAR93@aol.com.(Note: your overly conversative/dull girlfriend/wife doesn't have to know you're involved in this. You can play under a different name. And you can still enjoy all the money you've won at the end of the competition all the same and she won't ever have to know.)
Marlan is a reputable guy, who's done this pool several times before. If you're interested, I'm sending him a paypal payment for my entry on the 31st, and if you can get me the cash (or a solid guarantee if I know you well enough), I'll send yours as well.
Here's the full rules via Marlan:
Rules of the Death Pool:Each player selects 50 names. The pool of all names selected by all the participating players is called the Master List. (Living people only; no animals, cartoons, comic strip characters, etc.) The deadline for entries for the 2008 Death Pool is midnight (PST), Monday, December 31th, 2007. Each player's list must be submitted to Marlan Harris before the deadline to be considered eligible for play. $10 must accompany your entry. Payment in cash or by personal check is acceptable. Payment by Paypal is also acceptable -- e-mail Mar for details.An indecipherable or confusing name will be considered to be the closest and most logical name available (for example, "P. Diddy" would be considered to be Sean "Puffy"/"Diddy" Combs). A proper, legal name is not necessary as long as that is the way the person is popularly known (for example, Eazy E).Submission of the list can be done in person or sent by e-mail. A typed, numbered, and alphabetized list is preferable but a handwritten list is also acceptable as long as it is legible. Submission of your list to the Death Pool head is considered final and you will be unable to change your list after you submit it. In the event of doubling of names in the same list, the extra name will be discarded and a replacement will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of a list submitted with more than 50 names, the last names on the list after the first 50 will be discarded and replacements will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of a person on the submitted list already being dead, the name will be discarded and a replacement will not be requested or accepted once the list is submitted. In the event of the death of a person on the submitted list occuring between when the list is submitted and the contest officially begins, a replacement name will be accepted.The duration of the Death Pool is from January 1 through December 31 of the year 2008. When a death is mentioned in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People publications, the name of the deceased is checked against the Master List. If there is a "Hit" in the Master List, each player who picked the "Hit" is awarded points. More than one player is allowed to select the same "Hit" and each will receive the full amount of points regardless of how many picked players the same name. Deaths are also checked against the Dead People Server, which will be at http://www.dpsinfo.com/dps/2007.html#top.Points are calculated as follows: 100 minus the "Hit's" age. For example: When Ronald Regan died, he was 93 years old; he was worth 7 points. When Ol' Dirty Bastard died, he was 35 years old; he was worth 65 points. If the "Hit" is 100 years old or older, zero points are awarded. A death must be featured in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People magazines or appear on the Dead People Server for points to be awarded. The date of death must occur within the duration of play (regardless of when the death is announced). Time of death will be determined by the time zone of the location of death (for deaths occurring on December 31st). Deaths must be published in Time, Newsweek, The Hollywood Reporter, Daily Variety, and/or People magazines or appear on the Dead People Server on or before January 15th the following year in order to score points. The player with the most points at the end of the duration of the Death Pool is the winner. In the event of a tie, the tie breaker will be the player that has the youngest "Hit". If all of the tied players have the youngest "Hit", the next youngest "Hit" in succession will be the tie breaker, and so on. If the players each had the exact same "Hits," then the players will share the winnings, divided equally among them.The winner, decided by a panel of judges at the end of the duration of the Death Pool, wins the total amount of money contributed by all players. The exact amount depends on the number of players. There will be a web page which will list the current point standings of players and Master List and the address of that page will be provided to all players once play begins. The page will be updated with near-disconcerting frequency.Please feel free to distribute this to more people and invite as many other players as you can, as long as they get their list and $10 to Marlan before the appointed deadline and abide by these rules.Failure or refusal to abide by the rules above will be grounds for ejection of the player from the game. All disputes will be settled by the person(s) running the Death Pool and decisions will be deemed final.To participants of the previous year(s): please submit a new list just like you were a new player coming into the contest. You may use some, all, or none of the names you have already used in previous lists. If you participated in last year's bout, you can also request that your list from last year be rolled over without submitting a full list but only if no changes are made.50 names. 10 bucks. By December 31. That's it. That's all you have to do.If you have any questions, contact Marlan at MAR93@aol.com.(Note: your overly conversative/dull girlfriend/wife doesn't have to know you're involved in this. You can play under a different name. And you can still enjoy all the money you've won at the end of the competition all the same and she won't ever have to know.)
Friday, November 23, 2007
Turkey Day
Well, I'm sitting here at the Kansas City Airport, witing for my flight home, thinking about how I never get a blog done despite my best intentions. Then, it dawns on me that the airport may have free wi-fi, and indeed they do, so here we are.
I left home on Wednesday evening, after a great comic day that saw the release of a new Goon Hardcover OGN, the first issue of the new Hawaiian Dick ongoing series, and the third Fourth World Omnibus. I headed to the airport only to find that my simple 40 minute flight was delayed by almost 2 hrs (making faster for me to just drive, but hey, such is life). Luckily working at the airport gives me a distinct advantage over the other stranded passengers, as I simply headed down to the fire station to watch a little Ninja Warrior (which, if you've never seen it, is one of the most amazing shows on cable TV), while I waited fro the plane to arrive.
The flight itself was nothing special, but I struck up a conversation with a leggy blonde (who's name I unfortunately never got) in the security area. Ah, security, that was interesting. Before I tell you about the "random" pat downs, let me give you a rundown of the 8 people on the flight.
Me
The cute leggy blonde
A very sweet old white lady
A middle aged white businessman
and four Oriental guys who spoke very little English on their way to Vegas.
Four of the eight of us got "random" checks. Any guesses on who? Now, please understand this is not a reflection of the TSA in Joplin, they're all fine folks who I count among my personal friends. I know how their screening processes work, and the pat downs (selectees, they call them, apparently that's less offensive than foreigners) are assigned by a computer long before the local TSA officers ever see a passenger list. This a national problem, and I know I'm not the only one that's noticed.
*steps down, puts away soap box*
Upon my arrival in KC, my parents met me at the airport, and whisked me away to a great Indian restaraunt called Swagat in Zona Rosa. We ordered the "dinner for thre", since there were three of us and all, but it turned out to be a lot more like a dinner for six, and we ended up with a ton of leftovers. The food was exceptionally good, particularly the lamb curry. Once we got back to the house, Dad hit the hay, and Mom and I stayed up to watch The Class of Nuke 'Em High. My Mom has always been highly accepting of my love of bad movies, but has taken a particular interest in Troma films since my Redneck Zombies short story (with art from the often mediocre Jeremy Haun) was published in the recent Lloyd Kaufman Presents The Toxic Avenger and Other Tromatic Tales GN(plug, plug!)
Well, that's Wednesday at least. My computer's about to die, and we should be boarding soon, so I better cut this off. More later though, I promise.
Peace out.
I left home on Wednesday evening, after a great comic day that saw the release of a new Goon Hardcover OGN, the first issue of the new Hawaiian Dick ongoing series, and the third Fourth World Omnibus. I headed to the airport only to find that my simple 40 minute flight was delayed by almost 2 hrs (making faster for me to just drive, but hey, such is life). Luckily working at the airport gives me a distinct advantage over the other stranded passengers, as I simply headed down to the fire station to watch a little Ninja Warrior (which, if you've never seen it, is one of the most amazing shows on cable TV), while I waited fro the plane to arrive.
The flight itself was nothing special, but I struck up a conversation with a leggy blonde (who's name I unfortunately never got) in the security area. Ah, security, that was interesting. Before I tell you about the "random" pat downs, let me give you a rundown of the 8 people on the flight.
Me
The cute leggy blonde
A very sweet old white lady
A middle aged white businessman
and four Oriental guys who spoke very little English on their way to Vegas.
Four of the eight of us got "random" checks. Any guesses on who? Now, please understand this is not a reflection of the TSA in Joplin, they're all fine folks who I count among my personal friends. I know how their screening processes work, and the pat downs (selectees, they call them, apparently that's less offensive than foreigners) are assigned by a computer long before the local TSA officers ever see a passenger list. This a national problem, and I know I'm not the only one that's noticed.
*steps down, puts away soap box*
Upon my arrival in KC, my parents met me at the airport, and whisked me away to a great Indian restaraunt called Swagat in Zona Rosa. We ordered the "dinner for thre", since there were three of us and all, but it turned out to be a lot more like a dinner for six, and we ended up with a ton of leftovers. The food was exceptionally good, particularly the lamb curry. Once we got back to the house, Dad hit the hay, and Mom and I stayed up to watch The Class of Nuke 'Em High. My Mom has always been highly accepting of my love of bad movies, but has taken a particular interest in Troma films since my Redneck Zombies short story (with art from the often mediocre Jeremy Haun) was published in the recent Lloyd Kaufman Presents The Toxic Avenger and Other Tromatic Tales GN(plug, plug!)
Well, that's Wednesday at least. My computer's about to die, and we should be boarding soon, so I better cut this off. More later though, I promise.
Peace out.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
It's just barely Wednesday, Gimme a Break (All Class 9)
All Class - Episode Nine - Porn, ‘Nuff Said
P1: Deadman and Hurley sit and watch the tube, as Louise comes storming out of the bedroom.
L: Hey Deadman, guess what I found in the DVD player this morning.
H: Busted!
P2: Louise screams her accusations at Deadman, while Hurley tries in vain to stifle his laughter.
L: Porn! I found porn, D! What? I’m suddenly not enough for you?
H: Pfft.
L: Stay out of it, Hurley!
P3: Louise looks at Hurley in shock as he launches into a diatribe. Deadman, as usual covers his face, ashamed that his best friend is such a colossal douche.
H: Actually, Lou, I think I can explain Deadman’s feelings on this one.
H: Every once in a while a guy has an urge to see a little blonde get blasted in the ass by a gigantic black dude. Since you’re not the kind of girl who enjoys getting her ass blasted, and DM’s not a big black man, he has to satisfy those urges some other way.
P4: Louise holds up a copy of “Big Black Ass Blasters Vol. 9”
L: This is yours isn’t it.
H: Of course.
P1: Deadman and Hurley sit and watch the tube, as Louise comes storming out of the bedroom.
L: Hey Deadman, guess what I found in the DVD player this morning.
H: Busted!
P2: Louise screams her accusations at Deadman, while Hurley tries in vain to stifle his laughter.
L: Porn! I found porn, D! What? I’m suddenly not enough for you?
H: Pfft.
L: Stay out of it, Hurley!
P3: Louise looks at Hurley in shock as he launches into a diatribe. Deadman, as usual covers his face, ashamed that his best friend is such a colossal douche.
H: Actually, Lou, I think I can explain Deadman’s feelings on this one.
H: Every once in a while a guy has an urge to see a little blonde get blasted in the ass by a gigantic black dude. Since you’re not the kind of girl who enjoys getting her ass blasted, and DM’s not a big black man, he has to satisfy those urges some other way.
P4: Louise holds up a copy of “Big Black Ass Blasters Vol. 9”
L: This is yours isn’t it.
H: Of course.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Tuesday, TUESDAY, Tuesday (All Class 8)
All Class - Episode Eight - Another Your Mom Joke
P1: Deadman walks in the front door, just home from work, and Hurley calls to him from the couch.
H: Hey dude, your mom called.
D: All right, thanks.
P2: Deadman sits on the couch, Hurley stares at him, feeling dejected.
P3: Deadman rolls his eyes as Hurley speaks.
H: You’re supposed to ask me what she wanted.
P4: Same, but Hurley’s yelling.
D: Fine, what’d she wa..
H: MY COCK!
P1: Deadman walks in the front door, just home from work, and Hurley calls to him from the couch.
H: Hey dude, your mom called.
D: All right, thanks.
P2: Deadman sits on the couch, Hurley stares at him, feeling dejected.
P3: Deadman rolls his eyes as Hurley speaks.
H: You’re supposed to ask me what she wanted.
P4: Same, but Hurley’s yelling.
D: Fine, what’d she wa..
H: MY COCK!
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Much as like this whole blog thing, I just don't have time to regularly post right at the moment. I still plan on posting a new "All Class" strip every week (btw I've added a tag section to the side bar to make it nice and easy to find all of the past strips), but other than that, I don't know how much I'll be on here.
However, I have discovered the glory of TWITTER, it's an awesome tool. It's mega easy to update, and you can update via IM or text updates from your phone. You can check out my five latest twitters over in the sidebar, or you can follow me via you're own twitter account. Also, if you follow me, I promise I'll follow you back.
I'm not saying I'll never update here, I'm just saying it won't be terribly often (not that it ever was).
Peace out,
HURLEY
However, I have discovered the glory of TWITTER, it's an awesome tool. It's mega easy to update, and you can update via IM or text updates from your phone. You can check out my five latest twitters over in the sidebar, or you can follow me via you're own twitter account. Also, if you follow me, I promise I'll follow you back.
I'm not saying I'll never update here, I'm just saying it won't be terribly often (not that it ever was).
Peace out,
HURLEY
So I missed a Tuesday. Sue me. (All Class 7)
All Class - Episode Seven - Line up
P1: Hurley stands in line for the bathroom chatting with the guy behind him.
Dude: Aw man, one holer, huh?
H: Nope.
P2: Hurley turns to face the other dude. Behind him the bathroom finally opens up.
H: There’s two in there, but they’re more than a little close.
P3: Hurley enters the bathroom, and calls back over his shoulder.
H: I’ll squeeze over if you wanna man up.
P4: The door swings shut behind Hurley, and no one follows.
P1: Hurley stands in line for the bathroom chatting with the guy behind him.
Dude: Aw man, one holer, huh?
H: Nope.
P2: Hurley turns to face the other dude. Behind him the bathroom finally opens up.
H: There’s two in there, but they’re more than a little close.
P3: Hurley enters the bathroom, and calls back over his shoulder.
H: I’ll squeeze over if you wanna man up.
P4: The door swings shut behind Hurley, and no one follows.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Lazy Sunday, My Ass
Today, I'm headed to the library. It is resarch time, for there is a big exciting project on the horizon. I haven't been to the library in years. Lately my research has consisted almost completely of Google and Wikipedia searches. I'm convinced that getting back to the library, and doing actual research in real books is a very good thing. We'll see how it turns out.
Tonight, I watch WWE Summerslam on Pay-Per-View. I also drink.
Tonight, I watch WWE Summerslam on Pay-Per-View. I also drink.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
It's Tuesday, And I Think We All Know What That Means. (All Class 6)
All Class - Episode Six - In Da Club
P1: Hurley and Deadman sit at a swanky strip club watching the stage show. Deadman sits back sipping on his drink. Hurley leans forward for a better look, clutching a fistful of singles.
H: My god! I love America!
D: These girls are awfully hot…Don’t tell Lou I was here. Okay?
H: I won’t if you promise never to bring her up again while I have a hard-on.
P2: Hurley points to a girl across the club giving lap dances. Deadman follows his gaze.
H: Check that chick out.
D: What exactly is she doing with her ass?
H: It’s like she’s clapping with her cheeks
P3: They continue staring in amazement.
D: How the hell does she keeping slapping them together like that?
H: I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out!
P4: The dancer comes by Hurley and Deadman in her round of the room. Deadman looks at Hurley, and utter embarassment covers his face.
Stripper: Either of you fellas like a lap dance?
H: I would if you’d do that trick with your ass for me…
H: on my nose!
P1: Hurley and Deadman sit at a swanky strip club watching the stage show. Deadman sits back sipping on his drink. Hurley leans forward for a better look, clutching a fistful of singles.
H: My god! I love America!
D: These girls are awfully hot…Don’t tell Lou I was here. Okay?
H: I won’t if you promise never to bring her up again while I have a hard-on.
P2: Hurley points to a girl across the club giving lap dances. Deadman follows his gaze.
H: Check that chick out.
D: What exactly is she doing with her ass?
H: It’s like she’s clapping with her cheeks
P3: They continue staring in amazement.
D: How the hell does she keeping slapping them together like that?
H: I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out!
P4: The dancer comes by Hurley and Deadman in her round of the room. Deadman looks at Hurley, and utter embarassment covers his face.
Stripper: Either of you fellas like a lap dance?
H: I would if you’d do that trick with your ass for me…
H: on my nose!
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Stickin' wit' it.
Well...
Today, the plan was to review a couple of new books, and post my Chicago con report. Life, however, decided that would be a bad idea. After I locked myself out of the house yesterday while I was hanging laundry (don't ask), I went to hang out at Haun's house, watch a movie, and play with his kid. On the way home, the real trouble started.
I was driving along rocking out to a little Arctic Monkeys, when suddenly my CD player just stopped. As I was examining the player, and by examining I mean hitting it in hopes that that would turn it back on, all of my cabin lights went dim, and so did my head lights. The battery was pretty much dead by the time I got home, but what could I do about at 2 in the damn morning? Today, I woke up early to go pick up the new comic shipment, and the car started up just fine. Crisis averted right? Wrong. About halfway to UPS the lights all dimmed again. "Well," I says to myself, "just leave it running when you stop, and worry about it when you get back home." Obvious solution right? I mean, the car can't run out of electricity while it's running right? Double wrong. I parked, things seemed fine. I began filling out my money order, and things weren't so fine anymore. The car ground to a halt, and absolutely refused to turn back on (the bastard). I ended up walking home from the UPS station, lugging a box of comics with me, an cursing the world.
Jeremy was nice enough to take me to retrieve the car this afternoon, and give it a jump, so I could make it to the Autozone (that short trip was a whole other story, which I won't tell here, since it'll scare my mom) where they informed me that the battery was dead because the alternator was dead. Basically, I've been running the car completely off of the battery, and the engine hasn't been recharging it as it runs like it's supposed to. The moral of the story? Hurley needs to learn more about cars.
Tomorrow, a short review of The Bourne Ultimatum, and maybe that con report.
Til then,
HURLEY
Today, the plan was to review a couple of new books, and post my Chicago con report. Life, however, decided that would be a bad idea. After I locked myself out of the house yesterday while I was hanging laundry (don't ask), I went to hang out at Haun's house, watch a movie, and play with his kid. On the way home, the real trouble started.
I was driving along rocking out to a little Arctic Monkeys, when suddenly my CD player just stopped. As I was examining the player, and by examining I mean hitting it in hopes that that would turn it back on, all of my cabin lights went dim, and so did my head lights. The battery was pretty much dead by the time I got home, but what could I do about at 2 in the damn morning? Today, I woke up early to go pick up the new comic shipment, and the car started up just fine. Crisis averted right? Wrong. About halfway to UPS the lights all dimmed again. "Well," I says to myself, "just leave it running when you stop, and worry about it when you get back home." Obvious solution right? I mean, the car can't run out of electricity while it's running right? Double wrong. I parked, things seemed fine. I began filling out my money order, and things weren't so fine anymore. The car ground to a halt, and absolutely refused to turn back on (the bastard). I ended up walking home from the UPS station, lugging a box of comics with me, an cursing the world.
Jeremy was nice enough to take me to retrieve the car this afternoon, and give it a jump, so I could make it to the Autozone (that short trip was a whole other story, which I won't tell here, since it'll scare my mom) where they informed me that the battery was dead because the alternator was dead. Basically, I've been running the car completely off of the battery, and the engine hasn't been recharging it as it runs like it's supposed to. The moral of the story? Hurley needs to learn more about cars.
Tomorrow, a short review of The Bourne Ultimatum, and maybe that con report.
Til then,
HURLEY
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
The New Tuesday Tradition Continues (All Class 5)
All Class - Episode Five - Lou-Lou’s Mom Has Got It Going On
P1: Louise and Hurley sit outside at a coffee shop.
L: My mom is meeting us here, please don’t hit on her.
H: C’mon Louise, you know me better than that.
L: I’m serious, she’s pretty hot, and I hate it when my friends hit on her.
H: Fine! Fine! I promise.
P2: An attractive woman approaches the table, and Hurley jumps up to greet her.
Woman: Hurley, how are you doing today?
H: Hey there, sexy lady! What are you doin’ here?
P3: Confusion covers Hurley’s face as the woman turns to Louise.
W: I just came out to meet my little Lou-Lou for lunch.
H: Little Lou-Lou?
P4: Louise and her mother hug, Louise looks over her mother, and gives Hurley the death glare. Hurley stares on in wide eyed amazement.
L: Hi mom. I guess you and Hurley have already met.
P1: Louise and Hurley sit outside at a coffee shop.
L: My mom is meeting us here, please don’t hit on her.
H: C’mon Louise, you know me better than that.
L: I’m serious, she’s pretty hot, and I hate it when my friends hit on her.
H: Fine! Fine! I promise.
P2: An attractive woman approaches the table, and Hurley jumps up to greet her.
Woman: Hurley, how are you doing today?
H: Hey there, sexy lady! What are you doin’ here?
P3: Confusion covers Hurley’s face as the woman turns to Louise.
W: I just came out to meet my little Lou-Lou for lunch.
H: Little Lou-Lou?
P4: Louise and her mother hug, Louise looks over her mother, and gives Hurley the death glare. Hurley stares on in wide eyed amazement.
L: Hi mom. I guess you and Hurley have already met.
Monday, August 13, 2007
'Ringo
This weekend, comic artist Mike Wieringo passed away. I never had the opportunity to meet the man, but by all accounts, he was a delightful human being. I've always admired his art, and just yesterday Haun, Clay, and I were talking about the excellence of the expressive eyes he out on Spider-Man. Here's a well-wish to all of his friends, and family. The industry has lost a modern master, and he will be sorely missed.
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
...And off to Chicago I go!
I may not be able to post for the next few days, assuming I don't find a free network to hop on. In the mean time, watch this here durn funny video.
Peace out,
HURLEY
Peace out,
HURLEY
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
All Class, as promised (All Class 4)
All Class - Episode Four - This Totally Could Have Been An Abe and George Strip
P1: Hurley and Deadman are walking out of the movie theatre, the poster in the background indicates that they’ve just seen “See No Evil”, starring WWE superstar Kane.
H: That was fucking terrible.
D: I thought it was a pretty original horror film
P2: From a different angle we can see down the hall that Hurley and Deadman are passing. A hot blonde is approaching them, Deadman takes notice. Hurley is so enwrapped in his diatribe that he doesn’t see her, and rips a huge fart, even as he talks.
H: How was that original?
SFX: BRRRRAPT
H: It was a Friday the 13th movie, with a different lead character.
SFX: BBBBRRAPT
H: And I’m talkin’ like “Jason Goes To Hell”, not a good one.
SFX: B-B-B-BRR-BRRAPT
P3: Deadman looks shocked . Hurley keeps walking along as if nothing happened.
D: Jesus man! Did you even see that girl coming up beside us?
H: No, was she hot?
D: Yes!
P4: Deadman hollers over his shoulder at the girl. Deadman looks completely mortified.
H: THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM SWEET THING!
...And speaking of Abe and G-Dub...
Don't forget to stop by and say hi if you're in Chi-town this weekend. I'll have copies of the second printing of the sold out Abe and G-Dub #1, with a new alternate variant cover. Also available will be the brand spankin' new Abe and G-Dub #2! Either book is only 1 stinkin' buck! Last, but certainly not least, available only at my table... FREE HIGH FIVES!
See you there.
HURLEY
P1: Hurley and Deadman are walking out of the movie theatre, the poster in the background indicates that they’ve just seen “See No Evil”, starring WWE superstar Kane.
H: That was fucking terrible.
D: I thought it was a pretty original horror film
P2: From a different angle we can see down the hall that Hurley and Deadman are passing. A hot blonde is approaching them, Deadman takes notice. Hurley is so enwrapped in his diatribe that he doesn’t see her, and rips a huge fart, even as he talks.
H: How was that original?
SFX: BRRRRAPT
H: It was a Friday the 13th movie, with a different lead character.
SFX: BBBBRRAPT
H: And I’m talkin’ like “Jason Goes To Hell”, not a good one.
SFX: B-B-B-BRR-BRRAPT
P3: Deadman looks shocked . Hurley keeps walking along as if nothing happened.
D: Jesus man! Did you even see that girl coming up beside us?
H: No, was she hot?
D: Yes!
P4: Deadman hollers over his shoulder at the girl. Deadman looks completely mortified.
H: THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM SWEET THING!
...And speaking of Abe and G-Dub...
Don't forget to stop by and say hi if you're in Chi-town this weekend. I'll have copies of the second printing of the sold out Abe and G-Dub #1, with a new alternate variant cover. Also available will be the brand spankin' new Abe and G-Dub #2! Either book is only 1 stinkin' buck! Last, but certainly not least, available only at my table... FREE HIGH FIVES!
See you there.
HURLEY
Monday, August 06, 2007
I'm really not too good at this...
Regular posts suck. Sporadic posts rule!
Or maybe I'm just lazy.
I went to San Diego last week, just like 1.2 billion other people, and had a pretty damn good time. I didn't get nearly enough sleep, I drank WAY too much (at least that one night I did), and I was sick by the time I left for home, but I got a work offer, sold a couple mini comics, and met a couple personal heroes, so I'd call it a win.
Tomorrow, seriously, a new All Class strip. Hopefully, it will become a Tuesday tradition.
I have seen a copy of the new Troma comic anthology, and have been assured it will hit comic shops this month. More on that come release.
I'm heading to Chicago this weekend for the big con with Clay Moore, and Jeremy Haun. You can find us, and other fine folks, against the back wall of artist alley.
Or maybe I'm just lazy.
I went to San Diego last week, just like 1.2 billion other people, and had a pretty damn good time. I didn't get nearly enough sleep, I drank WAY too much (at least that one night I did), and I was sick by the time I left for home, but I got a work offer, sold a couple mini comics, and met a couple personal heroes, so I'd call it a win.
Tomorrow, seriously, a new All Class strip. Hopefully, it will become a Tuesday tradition.
I have seen a copy of the new Troma comic anthology, and have been assured it will hit comic shops this month. More on that come release.
I'm heading to Chicago this weekend for the big con with Clay Moore, and Jeremy Haun. You can find us, and other fine folks, against the back wall of artist alley.
Til' then kids
-HURLEY
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