Friday, March 20, 2015

Grabbin' the Bull By the Horns

Personal Social (Media) Experiment
"Internet Code of Conduct" is a bit of a misnomer. What I've actually drawn up for myself is a plan to streamline my online activities, particularly where social media is concerned.

Why? Because I'm tired, that's why.

On Tumblr, I'm bombarded day after day with posts related to racism, people denying racism exists, and other incidents of injustice and assholery. (Including homophobia, transphobia, fat hate, etc.) Also on Tumblr, I'm overwhelmed by illustration eye candy on the daily by people that actually use their time wisely and create stuff. My brain, eyes, and heart need a fucking break from both of these things because I'm going nowhere fast. With the former, I wonder what's the point of doing anything when the world is clearly so shitty and out to get me. As far as the latter is concerned, I can't get any better at creating things by just observing. It helps, but you need to put what you've learned into action by doing.

So, tonight I sat down and wrote out a plan to streamline my online activities; a personal set of rules. The plan is to keep it up for at least a month and see if it's effective. I'll adjust things where I need to. Basically, I'm attempting to take control of my habits and be a more productive me.

This is long overdue.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Green-Eyed Monster

My St. Patrick's Day tweet.

Wrestling with emotions, man. If you look up the definitions of jealousy and envy, I've got both going on. I need to go to Japan again. SXSW has long been a dream of mine to attend, especially for Flatstock.
All I know is, it's going to take work. Work to raise the money, or doing work that'll take me there on someone else's dime.

I can do it. I just have to tell myself that, and keep grindin'.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

Birthday #40

Birthday No. 40 (iPhone Version) 

It was a day like any other, except it was my birthday, and I reached the beginning of my fourth decade on this glorious ball of dirt. I dreaded this birthday like I dreaded my 25th, my 30th, my 35th, and my 39th. However, there was a certain amount of resignation from the whole deal.

I've been shown over the past year how fleeting life can be, so I've kinda thrown my hands up. No, I'm not giving up on life, I've just given up on buggin' out over the inevitable.

Does that mean I'm happier about the passage of time? Getthefuckouttahere. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be alive, more so than I have been in the past three years. But, if you think I greeted this day with open fuckin' arms, you're dead wrong. No, I wasn't a knuckle-dragging sad sack. Just quiet, y'know? Reserved. I just let it happen to me. And it was fine.

I talked to my man Chris Pointon last Friday (we were doing our Draw Mob thing) about the turning 40 thing, and he talked about how he got through it by not looking at his life as a list of accomplishments, but a series of experiences. That worked for me. I've done some cool shit and seen some cool shit.

I hope there's more cool shit to come. God-willin', I'll be around to see it.

Friday, January 02, 2015

2015 Resolutions

2015 Resolutions
  1. Health. The usual stuff, really. Gotta get back on that horse. My wife and I started doing DDP Yoga last year, then we both got sidetracked by various ailments and depression. Time to eat right, and live right, because none of us are promised tomorrow.
  2. Drawing and Writing. More drawing. Every day, if possible. In fact, my Inktober endeavours have shown me that it is possible. Also, I'd like to do more custom letter stuff. I need to push my skills in that department. Maybe a calligraphy class is in order? Skillshare?
    As far as writing goes...I really don't know. I use Tumblr for written expression now, way more than Blogger. I'm not sure what to make of that. Often I'm adding my two cents to something, or making sure folks know where a certain thing comes from, and who made it.
    Is that truly expression, though? What am I bringing into the world? Gotta think about this a little more. Tumbleweeds tend to loom large at this here blog.
  3. The Business of Art. A full-time illustration career is still a bit of a dream, and I think it remains so because I haven't set goals to make it a reality. Save cash to leave day job, make promo items, contact art directors = GOALS. Now I just have to put those goals in order and write down the finer details. I may be over my fear of selling things, so that's something I can take a shot at doing.
  4. The Mint. Still haven't been there. This must be rectified.
  5. Debt. Still swimming in it. Maybe some inroads will be made in making it manageable.
  6. Other Cameras. My PowerShot cameras are pretty much dead. I want to use my Canon Rebel again, but I think I'm having battery issues. Guess I gotta take my shit over to Don's!
  7. Clothes. More pants, more socks, more underwear. Maybe some sleep gear? Definitely more t-shirts. In fact, New Japan stuff is a must.
  8. Tidiness. My workspace looked like this last year, and to some degree, it looks like that again. When you think about it, every portion of the house could use a bit of love. Let's spruce this joint up!
This year is looking a lot like last year!

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Random Thoughts: August 31st, 2014

Copin' That Stray Wi-Fi, Makin' Love to Two Bacon McDoubles (and a Large Coke® Zero), and Reminiscin' I ain't been right. The following thoughts stemmed from a late night drive/junk food binge.

  • That mess in my workspace has finally been cleaned up. I feel better, but I don't feel better enough...if that makes sense.
  • I shouldn't deal with what ifs, because you can't change what's already happened, but I wonder what would've happened if I hadn't ended that date with (name withheld) on a handshake. What if I had taken her up on her invite to come inside? Would we have fucked or made out? Man, I think I could've used some casual sex in my life, although it would've flown in the face of my somewhat devout Christian lifestyle. I doubt I would've smashed a whole lot of honies. Probably would've been random hook-ups with women of all ages.
  • I'm eating, because I should be doing something else. The past month has been a huge mental block, where I've been should've been getting this one thing done, but fear of failure/trying has kept me grounded. When I get a flicker of urge to do said thing, I eat or drink instead.
    Or I get on the Internet.
  • I've got six sample boxes of an ADHD drug to try, but I need to finish this MMPI-2 questionnaire first. It may fuck with my personality, and I want the test to be accurate.
  • On nights like this, I hit the night in search of fresh air, and a tiny bit of excitement. I look at the night life types outside of Whiskey Dix with a mix of disdain and envy. Disdain, due to the whole bullshit night club experience. Envy, because of the unbridled enthusiasm of the participants. The goal is to have a good time, and maybe get a little somethin'. And if you're not tired by the end, the pursuit of a good time continues. Man, if you could bottle that shit.
  • I'm wondering if I'll ever get over myself.

Sunday, June 29, 2014

An Unholy Mess

My workspace, the Clifton Santiago Honeymoon Suite, is often in need of tidying. However, shit has gotten really out of hand. I'm tackling it while listening to an episode of Tell Me Something I Don't Know, and it's going VERY slowly.

But it's going. Slowly.

On the bright side of things, I've found my umbrella.

Wednesday, January 01, 2014

2014 Resolutions

It's been way too long.

My wonderful sister-in-law was killed in a horrible car accident on the 28th of December. Also, my niece, brother-in-law, their friend and her daughter were injured. They need our prayers and positive thoughts.

Needless to say, I'm not in the greatest emotional shape, and I've been distracting myself with dishes and laundry, in addition to my usual web-based vices. I'm writing this because I think my sister-in-law wouldn't want me moping, and I've been doing plenty of that.

I know plenty of folks that don't like making resolutions, including super-sexy fashion blogger Nadia Aboulhosn. My homie Troy makes them on his birthday (I can feel that).
However symbolic the idea of a clean slate with the arrival of a new year, it works for me. I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but my resolutions are never a diehard thing, where if I trip up on the 1st or 2nd of January, everything gets fucked up. They are guidelines, ideas, and personal suggestions.

I want 2014 to be a good year, all things considered. It'll definitely be different.
We miss you already, Karla.

2014 Resolutions
  1. Health - The usual stuff: better eating habits, regular exercise, a proper outlet for my sadness, etc. Textbook resolution stuff. It can be done.
  2. Drawing - Another repeat resolution, with a difference. This time, when I don't draw, I won't beat myself up about it, because that never helps. Sometimes I'm sick, sometimes I'm really down, and drawing is the furthest thing out of my mind. That said, when sad, I should be drawing (see resolution 1). When I'm depressed, I eat my feelings, which just fucks everything up. The relief is temporary. Tasty, but temporary.
    Anyway, drawing. More of it. Even greats like Shane Glines get the blues.
  3. The Mint - I've never been. This is wrong, and it must be remedied. This year.
  4. The Business of Art - I don't like where I'm at in my creative career. I have the tools to do a lot better, and it's time to use them.
  5. Debt - Up to my fucking eyeballs. I'd love to eliminate it, or greatly reduce it.
  6. Other Cameras - My Rebel has sat around unused for ages, as has my Fisheye 2. Need to turn that around.
  7. Writing - I need to figure out where I am with writing. This blog sat dormant since September, while I've been doing short form stuff at Tumblr, mainly trying to give credit where it's due (kinda NSFW).
  8. Hat - I need a new one. I think it'll be this one, in black 6-panel foam. I'm sick of people asking me if I'm a Reds fan.
I've got more ideas, but they're escaping me at the moment.
Anyway, I hope you reach your goals and kick a whole lot of ass this year. Hug your loved ones every chance you get.

Saturday, September 07, 2013

Bison Smith on The Art of Wrestling

Bison Smith vs. Kenta Kobashi for the GHC title, August 26, 2003 

EDIT: I've had this sitting in my drafts since July. Holy shit! Gotta start writing at length again.

I've been trying to get ahead on some household chore stuff, so I decided to load my iPhone up with some podcasts to keep my mind occupied. I'm WAY behind on Colt Cabana's The Art of Wrestling, so I put four on my device, including one with Mark "Bison" Smith, an American pro wrestler that plied his trade in Puerto Rico and in Japan for Pro Wrestling NOAH.

The Bison episode was terrific, because it gave me a glimpse of what it's like to be a regular gaijin for NOAH, how to get over with the fans out there, and proper conduct with guys like Kobashi, Jun Akiyama, and Mitsuharu Misawa. He also talked about his role as someone that gets pushed to a certain degree, but in the end, gives the native stars of the promotion the rub. The man was just happy to be a part of the pro wrestling family. In the end, the interview was also quite sad, as Bison was in the ring when Misawa died, and he recounted the situation, and two other wrestling-related deaths he had witnessed. Bison went on to mention that he had gained an acceptance of death's inevitability, which gave me chills, as he would die a couple of months after this interview.

I'm not sure why I felt compelled to share this with you, but I did. It just hit home with me as someone that loves pro wrestling, Japan, and the combination of those two things. I guess it's also an opportunity to share a match or two of his, as he was an agile monster heel, therefore, fun to watch.

Thank you, Mr. Smith.

Additional Match: I just found this tag bout with Colt and Bison vs. Kobashi & Takeshi Morishima.

Monday, May 27, 2013

I'm Hooked

Friend and illustrator Stacy Curtis got me hooked on Strip Search. With the exception of The Amazing Race, I hate reality TV competitions, but this, THIS speaks to me. Cartooning and a reality show where folks are actually civil to each other? Sign me up!

I watched the first episode just out of curiosity, and there was enough to keep me coming back for 24 more episodes. Several shows into it, I wondered aloud as to why I was watching this thing, but now I'm fully immersed and unashamed.

It's down to the final four cartooning combatants, but I'm not going to spoil it all for you. If the teaser above didn't drive you away, jump right into the first episode.

A side note: I'm a webcomic junkie, but I've read very little of Penny Arcade, the title (and apparent pop culture empire – they've got a shitload of shows and merch, man) that this show is based on. Unlike Sinfest, Girls with Slingshots, and Johnny Wander, I've never felt like diving way back into the archives to start at the beginning. And I can't say that the whole "dickwolves" thing spoke to me, either. With that said, none of the 12 contestants seem to have a problem with any of that. So, I'll continue watching.

Disclosure: I've got crushes on Katie and Lexxy. Can you blame me?

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Let's Take a Break

The Best Promotion On the Planet (@njpw1972)

I love you pro wrestling, but I think we need some time apart. I've been down with you since 1985, and you've been there for me through everything. I gotta say though...I've that 28 year itch right now. You're boring me.

Let's cut to the chase: it's WWE. Raw is three hours. That's too fucking long. I don't have the time or PVR space to sift through wackness.
Also, money is (eternally) short, so I can't buy all the New Japan Pro Wrestling iPPVs I want. And believe me, I want to. I SO fucking want to.

So, until I get some more free time, more cash, or until Kassius Ohno makes his WWE debut, we've gotta go our separate ways. I'll keep tabs on you via Slam! and through Ring of Honor and NJPW's YouTube channels, but no hanging out for a while. No coffee dates, no booty calls.