Just sos ya knows: QuestionSleep update

Stop yelling at me to sell you stuff! Wait...no...forget I said that.

Hi.

You’re looking great!  You were looking pretty terrible last couple of times, and I was actually having reservations about asking you here because it’s been getting harder to just look at you without feeling a bit sick but I feel silly now because you just look fantastic.

Now shut up!  I have some serious stuff to tell you and even though you’re looking pretty good, your voice makes me angry.

Getting right to it, I wanna address a few things people have been asking on pieces of paper tied to rocks thrown through my windows at all hours of the night.
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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.

 

 

Wondercon Appearance + Custom Killerbunny Prints


So I’m making a surprise appearance at Wondercon this very Saturday, signing at the SLG booth from 2 to 4 PM.  Just like the ephemeral McRib I shall come and go, leaving people clutching their stomachs and screaming about how they maybe shouldn’t have eaten that McRib.

So there’s that.

In addition to simply BEING there, spreading my good cheer and as much of whatever this is growing on my hands as I can before the hazmat guys show up to haul me off, I’ll also have a small number of prints hidden in my special sack like I did at the last San Diego Con.  That seemed to work out rather nicely and it was fun making people give me a password to initiate the shady exchange of cash for trash.  that’s right, I rhymed.  I have music in me, okay??

Like before, the prints are a practice run for a bigger edition of larger screen-prints or giclees to be done at some point in the future.  At San Diego Con I had made printed just 25 Bolt Coughers, customizing them with hand painted ghosts.  The final, larger version, is over at Gallery Nucleus, just waiting for you to buy it and eat it or whatever it is people do with my stuff.

This time around it’s scary stencil image of Fillerbunny’s robotic nemesis Killerbunny.  There are 30 of these things, each one of them customized with an inky blob that looks suspiciously like Fillerbunny himself.  Like the custom Bolt Coughers, each Killerbunny print is $35, printed on 8in x 11in quality heavy matte, signed and dipped in demon urine.

Okay, I just asked and apparently they’re NOT dipped in ANY urine.  I asked some friends to do that for me, but they didn’t.  I guess I wasted thirteen bucks on barrels of demon urine.

Requiring people to say a password might sound like a pain in the ass, but trust me, it’s pretty fun.  Some of the people would not quite say it right, forgetting a word or just being too embarrassed to say it, and then would get angry or sad about not being able to buy a print.  It’s adorable.

THE KILLERBUNNY PRINT PASSWORD:

“PIZZAPANTS NEEDS RABBITS.”

That’s right, that’s the password.  If you can say it with a kind of caveman voice, too, that’d be pretty good.

So if you see me there at Wondercon, say the password and I’ll know you’re up for some cyborg rabbit action.  If you see me and you say anything else, I’ll know you’re my enemy.