DIF004_11/28/08: Some jerk.

Chicks dig his nautical star tattoo. Had he not shaved, he would've been wearing his "Moustache Rides: 5 cents" shirt. You can't see his hands, so they're probably scratching his junk.

DIF003_11/27/08: Those animal hats.

They're cute...ON GIRLS.

DIF002_11/26/08: Marching Bass Drum

Don't know why I drew this, but it felt right.

DIF001_11/25/08: Hat

This is the first installment of what I'm calling the Daily Inertia Fighter. Kicking myself in the ass never felt better. Let's hope I can keep it up.



I like hats. Drawn in anticipation of the arrival of my DDC Factory Floor Issue Action Cap. Shout out to fellow hat drawer juicefoozle. Drawn during my lunch break.

Soured on Shopping

The checkout line-ups sucked balls.

For the sake of your sanity, don't shop at the St. James location of Superstore during the weekend. I'm a patient man, for the most part, but the patrons of this place makes me want to maim. People won't move, look out for you...hell, some of them don't even know you're there! They're either on their cell phones or wandering zombified in the bread section (that was Sarah's experience today).
Next time, we gotta go during the week, and early. I can't help but lose faith in humankind here on weekends.

Grand Forks Shoppin' Trip

Check out the rest of the photos here.

(I forgot to) mention...

Me n' DJ Vom

Last week, as part of CKUW's Pass the Mic thingee, I was invited by DJ Vom of (scratching the) surface noise to play tunes and shoot the shit on his show. If you want to hear my business college radio education kick in along with some great tunes (IMHO), here's what y'gotta do:

• Go to this part of CKUW's audio archive.
• Locate the "Sunday November 9, 2008" episode.
• Pick yer poison: stream or download, three levels of audio quality to choose from – for the time being.

Before you do that, let me inform you that it's a six hour show, and my bit is in the first hour, more or less (we were late). So for the sake of brevity, here are some points of interest:

First Hour
44:04 – A Bollywood soundtrack joint that Madlib sampled (a bargain basement find of Vom's).
49:26 – My set starts!

Second Hour
3:45 – Vom introduces me

Third Hour
16:36 – Set ends, the weirdness of "The Gingerbread Man" and "Clutch Cargo" begins.

All in all, it was a lot of fun, and I didn't fuck up much. I do encourage you to listen to the entire six hour stream if you've got some time on your hands. There's some incredibly nutty shit right after my set.

It's here, and it's staying.

The Polo Park Canadian Tire parking lot. November 7th, 2008, 7:17 PM.

If you're a Winnipeg denizen, you're well aware that God hit us off with snow in one fell swoop. Not the usual single snowfall, followed by several days of puddles and brown streets. Nah, man...a day of freezing rain/snow and a day of constant snowfall.

I have an unabashed love for several things, and one those things is snow. In fact, I'm rather vocal about it. Winnipeg is far sexier in my eyes when it's covered in it. A night sky over the Exchange District obscured by blowing snow, when mixed with the amber lights of the streets makes my heart soar. I can't explain it. A newly-dusted Wolseley area street in the wee hours of the morning? You can't fuck with that.

Wanna harsh my mellow? Start bitching about the weather. Go ahead, you big whiner. Seriously, how long have you lived in this city? Barring uncharacteristically mild weather, this happens every fucking year. C'mon, buck up, princess. Put on a got-damn scarf or something.
Then, there are the folks that whine about the weather AND threaten to go somewhere warmer. That's funny...you're still here. What's stopping you? What, is it a money thing? I'll help you save cash. We'll start with me slapping that stupid latte outta yer hand and demanding a refund.

Anyway, take that last bit with a grain of salt. You have every God-given right to complain. I, of course, don't have to listen. And I won't.

A Coloring Book for Slightly Demented Kids

NXT LVL, 2008. Graphite, Pentel Brush Pen and Photoshop®

This is my piece for volume 1 of the Gigposters.com Coloring Book, which you need. Go HERE for more info.
My inspiration for this? Honestly, I don't remember...this project took months to come together, so I've forgotten the spark. Could be from my time on the housekeeping staff at (an institution I'd rather not mention but still have a slight fondness for), which was rather depressing. The proceeds go to Clay, the man behind gigposters.com, and the best dude I've never met. I'm not kidding when I say that site changed my life. In some ways, for the better.

The vote.

Unless you've been in hiding, you know all about the history-making U.S. election. Hell, if you were in hiding, shut off from all forms of human contact, you'd have heard about it somehow. Probably some busybody woodland creature.
All I know is, I can't wait for this to be over. My raucous – but well-meaning – neighbours to the South are hard to ignore. I couldn't go to gigposters without six or more election-related threads clogging up space usually reserved for tits and bacon for the past year.
I've been keeping my mouth shut about the whole thing because:

1. I'm a Canuck.
2. As a Canuck, I can't vote.
3. I'm a lover, not a fighter, so political discourse ain't my cup of tea.

Thing is, voices that share similar opinions to mine have come out of the woodwork, so it feels a little safer to say stuff. Here's what I've been saying to few folks when asked about the election:
Yeah, I know what the polls are saying, but I'm not seeing America put a Black man – never mind a half-Black man – in the highest office in the country, arguably the most powerful political position in the world. As Marvel and Saukrates said, hate runs deep.

But hey, I've got a long-ass public record of being fucking wrong.

So, with that said, if my Mom's heartthrob is successful today, I wish him all the best. And I fear for his safety.
C'mon...you were thinking it, too. I know I ain't alone.
Anyway, I didn't mean to get all heavy on ya. Had to get that off of my chest.
I'd rather be talking about tits and bacon.