See this guy? His name is Neil. He is in a band called Clutch.
I've been to a few Clutch shows. And Neil remembered me. He remembered me from the last two shows. Probably because I practically take a swipe at him every time he gets too close to the crowd.
And he says he has some of my art hanging in his studio.
...
Yeah.
I peed a little.
I can't wait until Clutch plays Chicago again. I'll have to make him something extra nice.
Oh, yeah, and Sparkneedle is updating again, or something.
So Miss Nina has a comic, and it's called 5¾. It's pretty new, but I've been reading it since it started, and I've been enjoying it. She has an adorably cartoony style, And for a comic about little bratty kids, it seems unusually quiet and introspective. I have a good feeling about it. I bet you will, too.
I stole one of her oekakis to link it. Hope she doesn't mind.
Click the sketch to read 5¾. You'll thank me later.
Get a good look at Ben's apartment, folks, because this is the last you'll see of it for a while. Click here!
Short page, I know. But at least there's loads of new fan art and a new sketch up to hold it down.
Let's listen to something lovely.
First up is pretty boy of the moment, "Dean Grey," and his album-wide mash-up of Green Day's American Idiot: American Edit. I have a soft spot for Impossible Rebel, the mix of the Mission: Impossible theme and She's a Rebel. Most of the mixes are pretty nice, especially Boulevard of Broken Songs, which manages to sample everything but your mom, and that was just because she saw Dean coming and ran.
But there's also LenLowLand. If you download one song from this post, get the Lenlow edit of Enya vs. Prodigy. It's filed away among the rest of my mp3s right now as Smack Enya Up. I dare you to think of a better name.
By the way, you have none other than the talented and amazing Jane Irwin to thank for the Lenlow link. Because when she's not painting rad comics about clockwork fairies, she's finding awesome music and telling people like me about it so we suck less for a little while. YAY!
Playing with Dolls has updated, as long as your time zone thinks it's the 11th of November.
A week until my birthday. I'll be 27 on the 18th. So old.
Anyway.
Chapter Sixteen: The Saboteur is ready to get read. Click here, or click the image. You know the drill.
Who's shocked? I'm shocked. I'm good and shocked all to pieces, I am.
Click here to see the greatest thong ever wrapped around a 300-pound ass.
I wish I could show you the reference picture I used, but I don't know her and I randomly found the picture on Livejournal a week ago. I didn't even know thongs CAME that big.
Anyway, enjoy. And thanks for all the banner ad clicks, folks. They really do matter.
I was running low on rawk.
And to, think, I was all thowin' a big, spoiled fit because I thought that unwieldy, multi-band tour they were on was gonna skip Chicago altogether. CHICAGO DON'T GET NO RESPECT. >:(
This week's page of Templar, Arizona will be delayed, due to a bitchy graphics card. The display is going through a vaguely Cubist phase that would make page clean-up really, really aggravating, if not impossible.
I hope to have it up by Friday.
Sorry, guys.
It's been a year since the election.
Any one of you wanna admit to voting for Bush, today?
Good job, guys.
