The beginning of a blogger...

It is with great news I tell you that this blog has actually been getting a pretty high amount of visitors (a little over 5000 page views and 2,849 hits since november, not to boast or anything. OK. I'm boasting). That means the world to me and I know the past few posts have been a little short. To compensate expect a radio show soon. That's all I will say.
So, I thought this good news of high traffic could use a little celebration. I decided to dig something very old up. 

You may not know this about me, but this isn't my first blog. You see, many years ago when I was a younger boy my dear friend Ludwig Persik and I formed "Broke Toe Productions". In a gesture of sheer megalomania we started a blog (then again, isn't that what starts most blogs? I'm guilty) called "From the Desk of Broke Toe". It was pretty popular amongst our friends and we diligently kept people up to date with our antics. Somehwere around the end of freshman year we realized most people didn't care about our antics. Ludwig went off to become a famous musician and I, a delusional lunatic.

So, low and behold, the beginning of the blogging:

www.broketoeproductions.blogspot.com

Please excuse the lack of photographs. It seems whoever was in charge of hosting them on their photo bucket had more important things to worry about and deleted them. My money is on Ludwig. Why? Because I don't have a photobucket. 

Much love, my starlets.

Could you imagine?

Frigging brilliant.

Boom.

Imagine if a bomb went off over New York. We would be pretty deaded.

Change.

I'm a little sad. A pretty big thing happened to me over the weekend. Something that changes a lot. Puts a lot of things into perspective. Between college, art, taste, friends, relationships and even habits, change is really making her rounds. I feel like a snow globe that just got shook up by a violent 7 year old who's coming down from his ritalin high. When I stay still, all the little snow flakes that are my guts and blood slowly float back down to where they should be. It's only when I sit still that I can let them do so, but who the hell wants to sit still?

Frankly, I need to do more. I lost something special this weekend and it would be easy for me to sit down and sulk in sadness. Instead, I'm doing the exact opposite. More work, that is the key. I need to draw more, write more, film more. That is why I am about to go draw something wonderful and that is also why I declare this: it's movie time baby. I want to get together with my pals and relax from this experimental stuff I have been doing and shoot a movie just like the old days.
3 acts. Narrative. Funny. The works.

Oh boy. I already feel better.

New day, new freak.

As you know I really dig this system using the scanner and photoshop. Color is not something I often use in my doodles but it's adding a whole new depth to them now and I'm really loving it.

I'm going to try and do as many of these as possible. A nightly thing, maybe.

With a touch of magic ink...

What a difference.
What a rush!

Art of fart?

I have been thinking about using transparency sheets to make something cool lately. Today I decided to stop thinking and start messing around and actually really dug what I came out with. I don't know why, but I figured I would share the process with you (as, it's very sharable).

First I drew this asshole.

Then, I did something which is incredibly out of character. I scanned the sucker and used photoshop to color him in. This is strange, I never color my stuff but frankly I think this is a new system I can work with. Came out cool:

Then, I took that colored in guy and I printed him on the transparency sheets that sparked this whole thing. 

Staring at this dude hanging in my shower I thought to myself "...what next?".

After all of this, I finally got him onto the clear sheet but he dosen't seem finished. I don't have an overhead so I can't project it and (unless I work to build a lightbox) shining a flashlight through the back dosen't have much of an effect either.

Any ideas, starlets?

KAPOW!

I have a "count down" widget on dashboard which I haven't used since I was looking forward to this last summer's NYSSSA. My lazy ass self never closed it so it has been counting down the days since NYSSSA began. It's in the negative triple digits. Made me realize how long ago this happened:

Ah. Batmen.

The King of the Dead. Still very much alive.

Today is a special day. George A Romero turns 68. Some of the first films I truly fell in love with were the crude horror films of the 1970's. Of course, the best of them all was "Dawn of the Dead". To this day, it is one of my favorite films of all time. Better than "Night of the Living Dead", "Day of the Dead" and "Land of the Dead" (though, that's not too hard to do). Romero is one of those people who I can say is responsible for me choosing the medium I did. He inspired me and motivated me to pick up a camera. So, to you Mr. Romero I wish you a very happy birthday. I hope you have many more. I also hope your next movie dosen't suck, because the last one did.

It's ok.

I still love you. A lot.

I'm just jealous.

Breaking the rules

My family has an unwritten breakfast rule: whenever we sit down for a morning feast the bacon must be equally distributed. Everyone knows that without bacon breakfast would not exist. In fact, all other breakfast foods are just a front for us to wake up and clog our arteries with greasy, delicious meat ripped off a pig's back.

Waffles? They're O.K. With bacon.

Pancakes? Yeah. I dig them. With bacon.

Toast? No. Not without bacon.

Get the point?

Usually, when we sit down to eat bacon...I mean, breakfast, everyone gets about three pieces of meat. Three. That is enough, but never really enough. This sometimes bothers me, but hey, it's part of family living and there is nothing I can really do about that. Or is there?

This morning my Mother woke me up to tell me she was going out. I said "But, Mom, I have the morning hungers! What's for breakfast?" she told me I would have to make my own and that she left the bacon out to defrost.

That's when it hit me: I'm in control. Three pieces? Hell no.

Long story short I cooked up an obscene amount of bacon. I ate most of it before the eggs were finished cooking and STILL had 6 pieces left on my plate. The event sounds quite uneventful, but this made me feel incredible. Staring at bacon loudly cooking in three inches of grease, I realized that pretty soon every morning would be like this. A true coming of age tale and all the bacon I want.

How empowering.
Just to clarify: don't do this. I feel terrible. Absolutely fucking terrible.