Feels from an imploding house
Don’t hang onto people that poison you. Fuck arbitrary notions of loyalty or tradition. Shit people are shit people. Recognize it when you see it and move on. Related: love the shit out of the good people you find in your life that treat you with love, respect and care because if you love yourself enough to not let people walk over you, or treat you like dirt they will be few and far between.
Also, if people are treating you like dirt don’t let them get under your skin – It will ruin your day. If people are treating you like dirt don’t ever sink to their level – It will ruin you. If people are treating you like dirt offer them a cookie - It will fuck them up hard.
Expecting accountability from friends is ultimately an act of care, and of respect. People who won’t hear you, or don’t care enough to acknowledge the power they hold over you, and/or others, can shove it. On the same note: be prepared to be accountable yourself. Be prepared to listen and be thankful for the learning experience, and the opportunity to grow as a person.
Asking for people to be accountable for the hurtful things they do is really goddamned hard: Don’t be a dick.
I’m currently working on a fan fiction for the hit NBC sitcom, Frasier.
Eulogy (Trigger warning: images of suicide)
So, along with some other things that have been going on I’ve been kind of messed up about the whole Robin Williams suicide thing. It’s really tough to see somebody who was obviously such an intelligent, talented artist and overall decent person commit suicide. Tough. It’s not something I’ve ever considered myself seriously close to - I don’t think anybody really does until they are - and I’ve been doing so much better lately – so much better – but this kind of thing just brings it back, that place, how it feels and how terrified I am of it.
This was drawn before that happened. I’ve been reluctant to share it because thoughts of suicide are a hard thing to acknowledge and I tend to dismiss and joke them off but they’re real. They happen. I think they’re important to talk about if for no other reason than to offer support in knowing that we’re not alone in this.
I don’t know. It’s brutal.
(click below to read comic)
The Mountain Goats - The Best Ever Death Metal Band Out Of Denton (live, piano)
Last night I finished reading John Darnielle’s book he wrote for the 33 1/3 series, Master of Reality, after the Black Sabbath album of the same name. It’s about a teenager locked up in a psych ward writing in a diary his Councillors have encouraged him to write in. Being sixteen, he talks a lot about his world, who he is, by trying to explain to his Councillors where’s he’s coming from through talking about this album. It’s a really great read, and really struck a chord with me for reasons I’m still trying to digest. Anyway, this song, from what I’ve gathered reading about the book online, is a sort of prequel to the book, certainly thematically, and it’s wonderful <3
Seriously, my hair really is starting to get pretty long.
Hey, Toronto folks! Zine Dream is coming up soon! I’ll be tabling at the zine fair, but also taking part in a panel discussion about the process of writing comics, titled Writing VS. Art: Where do comics begin with the lovely cartoonists Kat Verhoeven, Patrick Kyle, and E Howey. Here’s the brief:
There are as many ways to make comics as there are individuals, but can they be broken down to reflect a person’s motives to create meaning as a writer or an artist first? For some, a script must be crafted prior to layouts, thumbnails, drawings — for others, an idle drawing becomes a scene, a scene becomes a narrative, and the story unfolds before they realize where it’s going. Still others can’t create a comic without a clear and driving deeper purpose. Creators Kat Verhoeven, Jason Bradshaw, Patrick Kyle, and E Howey discuss the pieces of the puzzle necessary to complete a comic, and how their practices differ in shape, size, and intent.
We’re all coming at comics from different directions, so I think it could be a really interesting discussion. Come check it out!
Quit what you don’t love
Going through piles of old drawings and scraps today and came across this. Drawn in, I think, the summer of 2011 when I was a damn mess at the time and trying to work my way through it. Don’t think I’ve ever shown this to anybody.