Quit Playing Hero

I suck...

2006-08-14T02:05:00.000-07:00

Go Away

Wasting time again

2006-08-08T03:43:00.001-07:00

"Major disappointment reporting for duty"

2006-08-04T02:21:00.000-07:00

Excuses are over. Comics on their way. Salute.

Now go the fuck away.

Drowningman kills...

2006-08-02T23:24:00.000-07:00

What a wierd day. The service department area I work in today was closed off for a few hours today while a nauseating smell was identified and eliminated. And for the record, it wasn't me.

Asshole.

3 brand spanking new Drowningman cds arrived for me today. Booyah, happy dance time. Drowningman are an amazing band.

Man, I'm boring today.

It had to be said...

2006-07-30T01:37:00.000-07:00

Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
Infront of the snowcone stand and began licking at the
Girls eyeballs, as if they were sugar cubes. Their
Bodies convulsed and flailed with an almost seizure
Like intensity. At times their pale limbs seeming to
Shift back and forth from one torso to the other. A
Crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
Girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of
Pit-vipers. They were confused, or concerned, or
Shocked, or aroused, or all of the above. But no-one
Dared interfere with the performance. Jennifer's long
Ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face like a
Curtain around a hospital bed. No one had any idea
That the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby
Tongue. "This is disgusting, it's pornography"
Exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat,
Vanilla ice-cream smeared across her double chin like
A money shot. Counting a balding professor type in his
Mid-forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
Front of his pants "No, no, no. This is beautiful,
This is art."

"Mediocrity is the killer..."

2006-07-26T03:12:00.000-07:00

NEW NORMA JEAN SONG!

"Peeling back the foreskin of liberty."

2006-07-23T23:51:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRETT!

I'd be L33T but i hate wiping cum off my keyboard

2006-07-22T03:58:00.000-07:00

For those who care, The Other White Meat returns for a while. Check out the lay out on my smackjeeves site. How womderfully ugly is THAT?! Ah, sweet horror.
In other news, I start my new job Monday. Time for nails to be bitten in a furious manner. It's not too different from my last job but theres all that readjusting to a new locale and getting to know new people (Yay, socialising, what fun!). The few I've met seem friendly and down to earth so hopefully this trend continues.
God Of War on PS2 is fun. Go play it.
The new Underoath album, Define the great line, is pretty good. If you're looking for referance points, think The Bled's latest album but more straight forward in it's delivery. Plenty of crunchy breakdowns and twisty mosh parts. The vocals are solid but for the love of God, stop fucking singing! Sure, melody in a song is fine but don't force it. The hints of electronic tinkering and vocal effects are nicely done without being gimmicky (*cough*panicatthedisco*uncough*). Can't wait to see if these guys deliver at the taste of chaos show in October.
Rewatched Brazil for the first time since 2000 and I'd honestly forgotten how insanely powerful and beautifully done it was. If you haven't seen, you owe it to yourself to see it.
Peace.

"I told them you got high and jumped out the window"

2006-07-19T23:43:00.000-07:00

What's up, tools? Final day at work tomorrow. No new job yet but 90% sure I have one lined up. Apart from that, smackjeeves ain't working so if you're after my older shitty comics (which i doubt) then you'll have to read 'em off my old livejournal. Apart from that, no news really.
Seeyalaterassholes.

Humiliation in the name of fun

2006-07-14T17:46:00.000-07:00

It was my birthday on the 12th. Hooray, I'm getting older. What an achievment on my part. All that time and effort spent ageing..... or something like that.
I have joined the legion of Guitar Hero addicts, throwing aside dignity and self respect in the name of rocking out... with a plastic toy guitar. Celia kicks my ass regularly at it. Damn her and her sense of rythm. The fake band does a pretty good job but I wish you could the vocals off during Incubus' 'stellar'. If I wanted something that whiny, I'd crank up some Simple Plan... and then slice my genitals off and feed them to myself while throttling myself. Seriously, the vocals are THAT annoying. Sequel features Primus, Kiss, more Black Sabbath and Every Time I Die. That's right, baby, EVERY TIME I DIE! Blisters abound.

Since I'm still low on comics(low as in empty), have an Ed Gein video. See ya.

Bless You Sweet Ignorance

2006-07-11T02:47:00.000-07:00

I think I should explain why I chose to post the Anal Cunt video in my previous post. In no ways do I take Seth Putnam's lyrics seriously and view it as a form of satire. In that way, the glaring overexaggerated misanthropy of songs such as "I snuck a retard into the sperm bank" and "Woman= Nature's punching bag" seem amusing to me. I know a lot of people can't get past the song titles and find his lyrics and song titles, with due cause, they ARE nasty. I, however, am a bit thick skinned and don't find the bands histrionics offensive.
Ps- I don't think Dillinger Escape Plan fans are "faggots". I'm a fan myself.

In other news... I'm sick of trying to force myself to draw. It doesn't feel right and everything that results feels fucking terrible. I am my own worse critic and I'm sure other people might not view my work so harshly but the main idea is make myself happy. Did that sound selfish? I've been drawing comics for so long that the whole "people are reading this shit?!" feeling is still new to me and I'm not comfortable putting my name to UTTER SHIT. The ideas I have jotted down for my next project is something new to me and I'm very excited about the direction it's taking. Basically it's the original Jericho Vein, the version I drew for 2 years at school, reimagined as a surreal horror/adventure. Taking the focus away from the emotional drama side of things(QC does it WAY better than I did) and focusing more on the wierd ideas that kept the comic exciting for me in the first. I'll try and post some of the artwork soon. Don't expect miracles though. I suck at this.

Feed back is always appreciated. What do you guys want to see?

I LOVE this. Norma Jean, Josh Scogin era, playing one of my favourite songs with Brendan from Bleedin' Through. Kick ass.

Thank you Seth Putnam...

2006-07-09T01:53:00.000-07:00

Shadow of the new praetorian

2006-07-08T02:11:00.000-07:00

I'm so close to losing my temper with the swarms of mass tools and whores with their renegade spawn as they wash over me in wave after wave of ill mannered consumer based frenzies. Albany... burn to the ground. I'm sick of this. I just want to see if Hostel is finally out on dvd(it isn't. No biggy.) but trying to claw my way through a herd of unwashed bargain seekers(I had just finished working at 1 so I at least had an excuse for smelling. It's called hard work and physical labour.) as they march their way with little regard for any one else's personal space. Celia even got hit by a small child. Nothing serious but what the hell? Seriously, if you can't even train your mutant hellspawn to not strike random strangers then you don't deserve it. Give it to some infertile couple dealing with nature's misfortune. You obviously lack basic parenting skills.

Fuck. You.

Speaking of small children, funny story: I caught up with Celia in Browns Bay where she was visiting Kat, a friend of hers from Christchurch, in Ike's Emporium(Home of the 'why the HELL would anyone buy that?'). Now here are three people of the alternative persuasion. Between Celia and Kat they have enough metal skewered through them to build a bicycle and a woman is holding her small child who is becomming more and more fascinated with Kat and Celia's various adornments. As the woman starts to walk away, the child points to them and says,
"Mum, mum, look! She has nails in her! Nails!"
Now I'm not a big fan of children but even I found that cute.

Great fury and serious anger should be directed towards those responsible for the rampage through Torbay. Somebody went through a number of streets in the area lobbing large rocks from a moving vehicle and parked cars. They managed to take out the break light of my friends car which isn't as bad as a car further down the street where a rock larger then my head(which is pretty big) through the back window and took out the dashboard, gear stick and steering colomn. Thousands of dollars damage and why? To look cool? To get respect? Street points? Who gives a fuck what the reasonreally was? Had anyone had been in that car, they would be dead. And the cops said what?
"Take some photos and file a report tomorrow."
*Claps*
Bravo, guys. Good luck with your quota.

The new Between The Buried and Me cover album is excellent. The renditions of Sepultura's 'Territory', Faith No More's 'Caffeine' and Queen's 'Bicycle Race' being the stand outs for me. The cover of Motley Crue's 'Kickstart My Heart' comes off as weedy and flawed but I'm not sure if thats from the bands shortcomings or the Crue's general suckiness.
Looking forward to Cannibal Corpse and the taste of chaos tour(I'm there for Thursday, Underoath and Soasin who I haven't heard but have heard good things about.) if I can afford it. Considering I recieved my notice on friday and only have 2 working weeks left, I need a job VERY, VERY soon.

Don't think about this while wasted...

2006-06-27T23:17:00.000-07:00

If you're having sex with siamese wins who have seperate personalities but share one vagina, is it considered a threesome?
If they're both virgins and one consents, does that make the other still a virgin?
If the other refuses and protests but the other consents, does it make it rape?
And would you only serve half the sentence?

I am dull...

2006-06-04T23:13:00.000-07:00

Dull, dull dull...
Spent my long weekend sitting on my ass absorbing whatever junkfood floated my way. I'm about half way through silent hill 2 and watched Die Hard 2, High Tension and Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children. I fucking love the Die Hard movies... ALL of them. Advent Children was good, lived up to the hype which is a pleasant suprise. Cait Sith's accent in the dubbed version was... interesting. I wouldn't have had him sounding like Shrek but then again, that's just me.
More soon. Peace.

cough

2006-05-27T03:59:00.000-07:00

Ugh, I've had the flu all week so forgive the lack of comic. It's drawn but the inking and scanning is yet to be done.

Not a hell of a lot to say....

1. Resident Evil 4 is dangerously addictive. I must have played at least more than 10 hours of that game over the last few days. The further I get, the more I'm compelled to play, just to see what gets thrown at me next.
2. The new Thursday album, a city by the light divided, is great. A more layered sound that's sure to piss off purists who were turned off by war all the time. Honestly, I thought war was a much more interesting album than their earlier efforts so this new albums right up my alley.
3. Movies influenced by internet feedback... good thing? Maybe.
4. Picked up the Silent Hill Collection. Oh, so much gory fun to be had.

That's about it. Life continues on as per usual....

Ps. Dear Still Remains, stop ripping off Bleeding through and do your own thing. That is all.

I pity you.

2006-05-23T00:42:00.000-07:00

Ugh, i hate xtra at the moment. In the last 2 weeks, I've been without internet for six days. Needless to say, I'm less than impressed. God damn.
Went to see Bill Hicks' Relentless on ye olde big screen on friday. Apart from the dissappointing fact that it was edited(the whole 'terminally ill stunt people' sketch was gone), the moment when Bill gets a close up, looks directly into the camera and says "I'm Bill Hicks... and I'm dead now..." sent a shiver down my spine. Bill was a big hero to me and I never get tired of listening to his routines.
Speaking of comedians....
On the left is ME...
On the right is TE RADAR...
No, we are not related nor are we the same person.
Then again, there are worse people to be compared to. Not that anyone would dare.

New comic soon. It's half drawn already, I'm just a little sick and bummed out at the moment.
Peace out, fuckers.

Fuck. Yes. Bitch.

2006-05-17T00:49:00.000-07:00

Which fucked-up genius composer are you?

Nick Cave... dark and creepy. You're a bi-polar genius, with equal passion for the most degrading aspects of humanity, as well as the beauty & wonder of God and Heaven.
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The Hills Have Eyes and the cinema has exits...

2006-05-13T23:26:00.000-07:00

I'm not a huge fan of remakes. For every good one you get (Dawn of the Dead was a good gory blast of zombie fueled fun) you seem to get half a dozen pointless dumbed down, gratuitous pieces of trash (House of Wax and the god awful Amityville Horror). Thankfully The Hills Have Eyes falls into the former catergory. Taking the original premise and tweaking the plot and themes and cranking up the gore and stylized camera work to a dizzying degree. Alexandre Aja has to be one of my favorite new directors, carefully balancing the sharp jolts and creeping terror. Not as much fun as High Tension but still an absolute blast.
Now, please take note that the rating sticker states quite clearly "CONTAINS SEXUAL VIOLENCE" so if you're looking for a date movie, this ain't it. There were clearly some people in the audience who had failed to pay attention as they left during a particularly nasty scene about a third of the way in. Dumb asses.

2006-05-09T23:56:00.000-07:00

Your results:
You are Luke Skywalker

Luke Skywalker		67%
Yoda		67%
Obi-Wan Kenobi		65%
Chewbacca		65%
Princess Leia		64%
R2-D2		63%
Han Solo		62%
Padme		61%
Qui-Gon Jinn		61%
An Ewok		55%

You value your friends and loved ones,
but can sometimes act recklessly
because of your emotions.
Occasionally you resort to whining.
You look ahead to great things for yourself.

(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)

Click here to take the "Which Star Wars character are you?" quiz...

God hates me... and you too so stop smiling. Dick.

2006-05-08T23:53:00.000-07:00

Something mucho bad has happened to my shoulder. Last night, about half way through Empire Records, I get up awkward and my whole right shoulder feels like it's trying to stab itself to death. Ouch. Not good. Anyway, one swift hot shower later, my right arm stops tingling and the shoulder stops hurting like a bitch. Unfortunately work beckons the next morning and I spent all day aggravating the injury. Also not good.
When I started the last couple of jobs I've had the indignity of suffering through, I've been made to sit through those most joyous of things, OSH meetings. By joyous I mean that feeling you get when a drunk hobo gets carried away while carressing you schlong with a urine soaked broken bottle. That sort of joy. Anyway, both came the intruction: whenever you're cutting a box or strapping, cut AWAY from yourself. Can you see where this is going? Yup, you guessed it. While shortening the strapping on an export pallet, I cut through my thumbnail and gave my thumb a nice cut. Nice like being dosed up on blotter acid and forced to listen to Anal Cunt while the afore mentioned hobo treats you like a hand puppet. A good mood, I am not in. See! I'm even starting to talk like Yoda. Fucking Yoda.

In somewhat less disaturous news, Death By Stereo and Some Girls are both doing gigs down here next month so I'm quite happy with that. Add to that, Bill Hicks shows this weekend and I'm quite chuffed(obviously not live shows, that'd be somewhat awkward).

Pissing in the wind

2006-05-06T03:34:00.000-07:00

Crash. Award winning, critically acclaimed super movie? Overly pretentious, moral heavy Oprah fodder? A little of both in my opinion. It's a good movie that's hard to fault but there seems to be a little too much moral pressure. Like the film makers decided to throw away subtlety and piledrive the moral home. Nothing is left to the audience to decide for themselves. It's driven home with all the grace of a republican war rally. It's still a good movie, Celia loved it, and I would recommend it but don't expect any life changing moments.

Ps. Friday the 13th part 5: A New Beginning is good, dirty, violent fun. Then again, all the Friday the 13th films are. Except Jason X. That was just embarrassing. Apparently the film makers have apologized. Nice one, guys but next time: pull your fucking finger out and make it worth the money and time. Thanks.

Still have no idea what I'm going to do with myself after my job ends but more than likely I'll be doing some crappy part time work.

Peace to my homies.
Viva cliche.

Ps: Die. Die by my hand. I creep across the land. Killing all man.

Peace is where you find yourself and don't flinch.

2006-05-03T23:06:00.000-07:00

Well... how 'bout that tidal wave, huh? What? You didn't hear about it? Well neither did half the country so don't worry. You wouldn't have had to die alone and look like a complete yutz. Ok, so it was a whole big heap of nothing at all in the end but wouldn't you, as a citizen of your country like to know when there's a possible threat to your life?

In less wangsty, "ooh, look at me, I'm so angry" news, everything seems to be working out well at the moment. Money problems are temporarily over with so I should have more time for drawing some comics this weekend. Speaking of comics, I've had a bit of an epiphany as to why my last few attempts at getting comics up and running have failed and my new comics should see me remedying that problem, no sweat. Stay tuned.

Been listening to a lot of A Perfect Circle and International Noise Conspiracy lately. I'm feeling very mellow and peaceful after the chaos of the last few days.

A room full of dark shirts

2006-04-29T23:07:00.000-07:00

Opeth. Mother fucking Opeth, bitch. Y'all feeling this?! Good.
So anyway, Opeth played a hypnotic set last night. Brilliant riffs, plenty of exciting time changes and a frontman with a great voice. The self deprecating sense of humour and
over all unpredictability of the band helps elevate them above the usual wanky, over the top, self indulgence that most "prog" metal bands fall into.
Something that amused me was scoping out the different shirts the crowd was wearing. Half of the crowd was wearing either Opeth or Tool shirts while the "pleasantly suprisingly" award goes to more than one person wearing a Death shirt. Turns out that out of the couple of hundred people at the gig, I was one of the half dozen there not wearing a black shirt. Odd.
One minor grummble, the once you're in, no getting out blows. I hate crowds and I get wierd anxiety attacks being crowded in and that place was PACKED. Oh, well. Shit happens.

Ps. I WANT THIS. NOW!

Congrats, world, you're getting to me...

2006-04-27T23:13:00.000-07:00

In a LOT of financial trouble this weekend. After carefully planning my money out, I go to tranfer the rent and I find over $200 missing from my account. Oh, joy. Turns out what happened is that my bank has, without my permission, taken the money and transferred it to my credit card. While it is a relief to find out that my money is still in my name, it doesn't solve the problem of the rent. Fuuuuuuuck. That and the phone bill's due.
AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!

Due to stress and exhaustion, I haven't been drawing this week. Sorry. I will have something to post on monday but the chances of a full comic are slim.
Praise Allah.

Music for the (m)asses

2006-04-25T02:09:00.000-07:00

Working on the actual Monkeys In Sneakers comics. The first 5 pages are fully scripted and I should be starting the artwork this week so the first comic should be ready by next week. Friday at the latest. There will be a new webpage for this series when I get the first couple finished..

Apart from that, Darkest Hour put on a ripping set on saturday but the amount of drunk pregnant woman floating around disturbed me. Also the amount of drunk guys who used to walk around showing off their straight edge tattoos and glaring down their noses at the non-scene kids.

The Armageddon pulp culture expo's happening down in Wellington next weekend so I wont be attending. Stink but I have Opeth this saturday. METAL!!! Beware my goats.
Peace out bitches,
Rich.