Here’s an idea for the next time you have people over. Leave a big (A3) pad and a pen or pencil around. Maybe start something yourself. I did this last night, not necessarily out of foresight, but because I felt like drawing while I was waiting for people to arrive.
Guest art mainly by Patrick, who did the majority, and Ross. You can probably guess what’s mine. There may have other contributors I don’t know about.
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This is the best recipe/tirade I’ve ever read. How to make Irish stew by a belligerent Irishman. I’ve never laughed so hard while reading a recipe.
Courtesy of the Engine, by a bizarre stroke of luck.
Lastly, this would’ve made my day, had it not already been pretty good.
Probably posted everywhere, and so it should be. This is the most impressive thing I’ve seen all year (barring the old dude busking with bagpipes made from a goon bag, but I digress). A textbook definition of balls.
Keith Olbermann comments on Bush/Fox/the Clinton interview in true Good Night & Good Luck fashion. I challenge you not to be impressed.
There will be more pics and drawings in the next few days. They will be cool. There may even be guest art.
*Taxi Driver quote, you know the rest (if you don’t, a strong language warning).
Playing one game of footy a year hurts, and I like to think I’m reasonably fit. Drinking afterwards and walking a few kilometers in the cold probably doesn’t help either.
Generally my contribution to the game was to run around a lot and get in people’s way. I still say it was worth it, if only for the catching up, the drinking afterwards, the hilarious outfits and the reminder that I’m not tough.
Slightly hungover and sore pretty much everywhere today. Yesterday was great.
Haven’t done this before, but I’m feeling inspired.
The new Australian version of Macbeth opened last night. Directed by Geoffrey Wright (Romper Stomper) and set in modern-day gangland Melbourne.
Best Australian film since The Proposition in my opinion. Looks great, the sound design’s great and the violence is intense. The thick Aussie accents doing Shakespeare’s dialogue and all the use of technology is a bit jarring at first, but that passes. Wright clearly doesn’t give a crap if he alienates people, which I admire. Some good cameos by local comedians and the leads are great. Powerful stuff and well worth seeing. I predict a cult hit.
I read a lot of web-comics, and there’s some very talented people making great stuff for free, so here’s some deserving of your love:
Elizabeth Genko and Adam Boorman’s Scheherazade, over at the Chemistry Set is outstanding. Great storytelling and great art. I’m also a sucker for a pirate story, so Neil Kleid and Kevin Colden’s Todt Hill is another standout from that crew.
The group over at ACT-I-VATE have ramped it up again with Wave 3, and they’re continuing to impress. Good to see the return of Dean Haspiel’s noir-romance Immortal, Leland Purvis’ mesmerising Vulcan & Vishnu and Dan Goldman’s Kelly. Kelly was on hiatus while he and writer Anthony LappÃ© produced the powerful Shooting War, a futuristic political thriller that requires your attention and will be completed in print form.
Jeffrey Rowland’s Overcompensating always makes me laugh.
Chip Zdarsky is pant-wettingly funny. His old strip, Prison Funnies. His contribution to act-i-cate, Zdarskyverse. His more serious, though still amusing Comics Trip.
This guy does some of the most bizarre sketches you’ve ever seen. Lewd warning for the timid.
And of course my attempts reside here, in the comics page and category.
Naturally there’s more, but that’ll do for now. I shall leave with some recent sketches. Enjoy!
I don’t know where I got this idea from. It could have been a dream. I sketched it up and, without much thought, inked it while watching tv, then added watercolours. It might have been a bit more coherent if I’d redrawn it, but like I said, I didn’t think too much. Enjoy.
There’s a greyscale version on my flickr, along with lots of other stuff I’ve been drawing.
Canberra was nuts, that’s all I have to say for now. My camera died after the first day, so I’ve got nothing to show but doodles from the… less engaging sessions*, and a boring sunset.
Farewell to Jesse, the classiest bum I know. Good luck in Perth and cheers for letting me crash on the beanbag.
More when I’ve caught up on sleep.
*Canberra taught me diplomacy.
I had one go at colouring this a few days ago and it was awful, so I gave up and posted the black & white. Gave it another crack tonight and I was much more pleased with the outcome. Enjoy.
Today was great. Amongst other things, I picked up an Ennio Morricone double CD. He did the soundtracks for a lot of Sergio Leone films; the Good, the Bad and the Ugly, Once Upon a Time in the West (apparently the inspiration for the Star Wars music, with a theme for each main character) and several others.
I also saw Stranger Than Paradise, one of the few Jim Jarmush films I hadn’t yet seen. Well worth seeing. SBS comes good once again.
If/when robots and computers take over the world, what will they do with us obsolete piles of flesh?
In other news, I had a great birthday on Sunday and raucus* drinks on Saturday night.
Went cheap suit shopping today, so I can look all spiffy when I go to Canberra and hob-nob with dignitaries. Also for when I have real job, which, depending on your definition of ‘real job’, is either very soon or a long way off. I now have a dark suit, a cool tie with elephants on it, a black shirt (for looking badass) and, what every wardrobe needs; black velvet jeans.
*Slight exaggeration. We weren’t kicked out of anywhere, weren’t asked to stop shouting and didn’t get into any fights. Never do, but hey. The point is that fun was had.
The picture doesn’t lie, but appearances can be deceptive. I think I just confused myself. It was that sort of day.
Busy weekend ahead, then off to Canberra for training on the 9th. I expect there’ll be a lot of meeting people, lots of stuff I’ll need to remember and a small amount of hob-nobbing with dignitaries. Which reminds me; I need a spiffy outfit suitable for the latter.
It’s too early to be nostalgic about a place you haven’t even left yet, isn’t it?