Category Archives: nonsense

A pic a day

Thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of myself a day for a while, the way you see people doing on the internet.  Not very original, I guess, and I can think of a million other people more interesting to look at than myself for anyone into seeing that sort of thing, but I don’t really have that much else to do, so I decided to give it a go.

Knowing me I won’t really keep it going.  In a way, it’s like exercise, and I’m terrible with doing that for more than a few days, too.  Three days of photos is actually pretty good compared to other things I eventually give up on, so…go me.

In a lot of ways the idea of a project like this is kind of depressing.  The point seems to be to be able to watch the changes your body goes through as time passes, but who ever thinks those changes are good?  Getting older is generally a subtle process, the kind of thing you don’t see happening, not really see, until someone points it out or you look at old photos of yourself and remember where your hairline used to be or how much thinner you were.

I’ve never been much of a looker, though, so why the hell not, right?  My kids think it’s stupid, but they can’t really think along the same lines as they need to to understand that time’s just ruining everything around them, even their own young little bodies.

Three days in.

God I’m weird looking.

 

-Mort

A Wild Amorphous Horror Appears!

 

So here’s a sketch.  Been doing a lot of these, these little glimpses of what is clearly the Wall of Memory.  Relaxing as anything can be just drawing this stuff, always has been.  Screw-riddled flesh is as good a gateway to a zen state as anything, I figure.  Some people have a glass of wine before bed, some people sketch writhing horrors.  I’ve got a few piled up now, and I imagine I’ll ink them at some point and then cook them up and eat’em.  Not entirely certain.  I’m sure if I get enough of these done I’ll deposit them somewhere for people to find them, but I’m not quite there yet.

Anyhow, I know I don’t usually just put sketches up all willy nilly, but, like the Wall itself, a little peak can’t hurt.  Maybe I have that completely wrong.

You should probably stop looking.

 

 

Know my San Diego Comicon 2010 plans.

IT'S THE HAPPIEST PLACE ON EARTH!

*UPDATED*

This upcoming convention marks my 900th appearance at the San Diego Comicon, and to commemorate this I shall be sitting and signing things for a change.

If you plan on attending this year’s event, and are hoping to have me sign things things in dead silence while I stare down at the table recalling everything that went so so wrong, then this post is for you!

Here’s what you gotta know:
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New shirts for those afflicted with nudity!

If you’re a regular follower on Twitter you’d know that you probably regret adding me on Twitter.  You’d also be familiar with the fact that each month I name my collective followers something new.

I was overwhelmed by the one or two people begging me to make shirts based on these names and so this month marks the beginning of the Twitter Name of the Month Collection.

This month sees the arrival of the FILTHY DICKENS shirts, complete with flies to mark you as just the sort of fragrant type who’d wear the thing.

Rather than going with a print on demand type of thing such as a Cafe Press, Question Sleep, in association with me, in association with nothing sensible, has teamed up with the fine people at TopatoCo to produce these shirts for the month the name is still active.  I’ll tell you why.

Would you pay over 20 bucks for a shirt that says “Filthy Dickens”?  I sure as hell wouldn’t, and I’d feel even worse asking fans of either filth or Dickens to pay it.  Never had any reason to investigate those p.o.d shirt companies, but for something fast and dirty like a name of the month shirt, the costs versus quality were just silly.  Enter TopatoCo and their ability to make much finer quality items at less of a cost to you, the fine, topless reader in serious need of frivolous garments.

Only downside to this is that, since it’s not a print on demand setup, pre-orders have to be made to give them time to make enough shirts for the people that actually want them, limiting the time you can actually buy them to just about a week!  Get your asses over there quickly so you can hover your mouse cursor over the “add to cart” button, decide you’d rather actually “eat this week” and then move on

June’s name of the month, GOATSPLOSION, however, is a special case and will stick around for a bit, as it seems to have captured the hearts and minds of the people, all of them clamoring to own a piece of this awesome band that doesn’t actually exist.  Get your stinkin’ GOATSPLOSION July tour shirts, yeah?  I made that thing with no small amount of help from Eliza Gauger.  We both hope you make our long hours of screaming back and forth at each other over instant messenger worth it.

There’s a hoodie version, you know, if you’re the type with something to hide.

One neat feature of the TopatoCo site is the option to send in photos of yourself wearing their shirts, so be sure to take advantage of that.  I’m not sure, but I think any photos of you wearing GOATSPLOSION stuff require you to be throwing devil horns.

PEE ESS:  The Crazy Vee’s shop on ToptoCo is kind of a separate entity from my $Z.99 shop, selling mostly things related to my Twitter account and such!  $Z.99 is a fancier place, requiring you to wear shoes and already HAVE shirts before entering.

The Cabinet of the Ghosts of Gaming’s Past

Man oh man!  I don’t usually plan on going out for groceries and coming home with a burlap sack filled with women, but it’s just one of those things that happen if I’m not wearing that collar the doctor’s put on me.

Generally I deal with it efficiently enough so as to not bring any more problems down on me than usual, but this time I ran into storage issues, so I had to start clearing out some space wherever I could, and that’s what brings me to this silly little post.

Before emptying out a chest to make room for my new friends, I thought it would be fun to document just a few of the items inside of it before putting them in storage.  This thing had become a repository for old gaming hardware from days long past.

Have fun, try to identify as much of the magic as you can while I look on and nod every now and then, taking down notes that you’ll never get to see.

Click on the images to go over to the Flickr page hosting them for the super high res versions!

Maybe I'll be buried in this chest, with maracas in hand like a crook and flail.

Ghouls N' Ghosts is better than people.