My Strange Friends

The traffic over in my part of town is still shitty. It’s so shitty you’d need a ladder to get knee-high. Damn overpass. The mall’s relatively welcoming, at least. School day and all. I FedEx some important documents to LA, those should get to the right hands by the time I start putting pencil to paper next week. Spend the rest of the morning going over some scripts. All the reading bleeds into lunch time, which is fine. Lunch meeting fell through anyway. Good scripts. Me likey. Should totally get some thumbnails in the can over the weekend, keep ‘em happy.

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Question: Lady, if you wear a blouse with a plunging neckline but walk around the mall all self-conscious with a soft fist on your chest, why bother?

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I run into Bleedman and Jeffrey playing Tekken as I walk out of Sbarro’s. I realize I stink coz of all the spices I put in my zitti and meat sauce… so I intentionally breathe heavily upon them. Take that anime freaks. But no, yeah… nothing but love, really.

And a mint. After.

I do some preliminary sketches for Manolo over coffee. Nothing I can share, but I will say that I’m excited as hell over the existentialism theme running through the first issue. Almost Omega the Unknown-esque, but with more Zorro… I don’t know what that means.

I find out my… sizeable… friend from a call center I used to work got the hot HR chick knocked up. The. Hot. H. R. Chick.

I’m half way through my Dracula study for Horror Classics when Viking Alex shows up and talks comics and draws with me. I still haven’t gotten him to read Fear Agent. He still hasn’t gotten me to read Criminal. We both go nuts about Walking Dead #51.

Fucking nerds.

The coffeeshop is a nice place to ogle MILFs.

Tankman Jeff shows up and chats me up on the perils of freelance payments, how to build robots, and why he liked Val Kilmer as Batman. I swear the baristas stop what they’re doing and just look at him all WTF when he says that last part out loud. Val Kilmer. Please. Also, he hasn’t seen Iron Man yet. Fail. But go easy on him. He’s got this DVD laser thing… burn your eye out, no shit. Tankman Jeff can hurt you.

It’s good to have strange friends.

Links:

My brother’s artistic influences

Viking Alex’s sketches from earlier

Leandro’s Twelfth Sinister Six drawing, I think (Me no count)

Suede Monkey Rey does a Hewlett-esque Hulk

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The traffic over in my part of town is still shitty.

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