
• Just as a little protip, if anybody ever sends you a link with, like, "roflcopterd00d" or "halflife2.zoy" involved, do not click it. You'll hate it, 'cause it sucks. Skritch has gotten me with this delightful little prank like a thousand times by this point.
• Whose Tusken Raider do you prefer? E. Lamar's? Or Paul Pope's?
• Castle Magazine is all about illustration and design and is available for free download at their site. Definitely worth checking out.
• I figured I would update the old CFY,K today, since tomorrow I am going on the Friendship Tour 2007, with stops in Orlando, Los Angeles, and Denver, so I won't be posting for a little while. (I'm not sure if that matters, really, though, since I'm visiting like nine tenths of my readers on this trip.)
Monday, August 13, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Music Is My Hawt Hawt Secks

• The Border Disaster Episode Two - at long last - is now extant! Enjoy it. (Either here or on Happy's site.)
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Friday, August 10, 2007
It's Too Hot To Think Straight

• I always forget that magazines are sold by the celebrities on their covers. I'm weirdly loyal to several publications, based on various reasons, so I generally don't care who's on the cover at all. But then the other day I bought a Paste Magazine - which I typically hate because it reminds me of an old dude at a rock show with like a meticulously maintained haircut - solely because the White Stripes were on the cover. I've talked about this before, like how White Stripes interviews are so off-putting because of how normal Jack White seems. But also, you spend the whole interview waiting on Meg White to drop some essential truth like she's Silent Bob or some shit. And sometimes she does. But she usually keeps quiet, which makes for great tension.
• Lately all I've been doing is drawing pictures and thinking about drawing pictures. So I think that the rest of this post is going to be about comics and illustration and drawing and crap.
• Are you guys reading the weekly Yikes that Fantagraphics puts up? You ought to be. Weissman rules.
• This is the best three seconds you'll have all day.
• My favorite Hernandez bro, Gilbert - Thee Famous Person's favorite is Jaime, who also rules, but I only mention it because FP's mad that she doesn't get mentioned more often on this blog - has a new comic out on Dark Horse that I'd like to read. But I can't because the comic book store in my town closed. Dark Horse is also involved with this web comic called "Sugarshock," but I'm not linking to it on GP, but it's worth reading, so you should find it and do so.
• Paul Pope has a new book out. (Someone out to be it for me since I'm about to officially be old as all hell, ha ha.) Paul Pope is my hero. You can tell he uses a brush in a lot of his work, and I wonder how he does that. I am scared of the brush.
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Monday, August 06, 2007
Phenomenal Get-Up Game

• So. It's been a minute. This is true. But let's be fair. I have two more days of college left. Shit is real right now.
• Also, me and HappyThawts decided that, since The Border Disaster Episode Two is indeed taking forever due to unforseen cirumstances, we'd drop The Border Disaster Episode 1.5 to keep things moving.
• More (quite) soon.
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Thursday, August 02, 2007
The American Classic

• I remember during high school, I think I ate a Twix and drank a Dr. Pepper - I know what you're thinking. Shut up. - every single day, and I thought it was the single greatest soft drink / candy bar combination ever conceived by man. But then the other day I hit upon some new shit, which is actually some old shit, but has, regardless, supplanted the old situation. "The American Classic," the best snack ever (I used to have a roommate that would laugh hysterically every time anybody said "snack" or "snacks"), consists of one eight ounce Coca-Cola in the glass bottle and one regular milk chocolate Hershey Bar. But then, to top it all off, you chase it with one Marlboro cigarette, because otherwise you feel like you're a little kid in the 1950's and you want to dress up like a cowboy and sit only inches in front of a black and white television.
• I figured I should put up something for you to listen to while you wait, with baited breath, for the new Border Disaster episode, which should really be happening any day now. It's this Rolling Stones demo / outtake thing where they play a Rice Krispies jingle or something, and invent punk rock in the process.
• Also, you guys need a new NSFW blog to read?
• So I was talking to S. Higginbotham the other day, while she was en route to her new home. I told her this story about how I saw this thing happen a little while ago that was so, like, obviously and directly symbolic that I could never really use that experience for the basis of, say, a piece of fiction, because it would come across as forced and dumb. Luckily, "forced and dumb" is pretty much the order of the day here in the blogosphere, so. Anyway.
You might haver heard of this tragedy the of involving the deaths of nine firefighters. It was pretty horrible. In the aftermath of this, somebody started putting up these billboards around town that said "Not Forgotten," and I thought they did a really decent job on them. I was, no kidding, touched and impressed when I first saw one.
About a a month after, I was sitting in the driv-thru at Wendy's, and the person in front of me was taking forever, and the whole time I was watching a guy cover up the "Not Forgotten" billboard with a real estate advertisement. I guess it was only ever a matter of time, but watching it happen was kind of a powerful thing. It was like the kind of sentimentality that Norman Rockwell leaves out.
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007
You Can Learn a Lot From a Bot

• I am a fan of Garfield. Sort of. I mean. He certainly doesn't always knock it out the park, but he's usually good for one of those little, like, snuffling nose laughs if not a full-on lol. Sometimes he's capable of a brand of irreverence that's tough to find anywhere in the (un)funny papers anymore. But this has to be the laziest damn comic strip I have ever seen. Doesn't Jim Davis have a whole staff of dudes working around the clock on this shit? And the best they can do is that one picture twice, broken up by, like, a sound effect that doesn't look drawn by anybody's hand?
• I have decided that if / when I ever finish a novel, I want it to be published by Tank Books. 'Cause look.
• For the past couple of days, me and Happy - who is already hard at work on the next installment of "The Border Disaster," which I know you can't wait for - and Thee Famous Person - who also wrote about this on her emo-ass blog - and Skritch - who doesn't have a convenient link but who used to have a blog of his own - have been playing The Greatest Board Game of All Time in weird 1997-style java applet format while Skypin'. It has come to this. Just playing the game itself wasn't quite nerdy enough. I'm five and one.
• Crailtap did a Top 5's with Evan Hecox. It's always nice to see the art director get some love. Especially since Evan Hecox is probably the best thing about Chocolate since Mike York left.
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Friday, July 27, 2007
The Border Disaster (Episode One)

• So, um. It's next to impossible to get Jush to come up here to record another Rattlesnake Roundup / Friday Night Ride Out. He's much too busy going on vacation every weekend to solo-circle-dance in the company of hippies - they never look like this, always like this - to be bothered with it. But I felt the urge to make another, like, radio show style "podcast" type thing for you guys anyway (even though I'm pretty sure that it's not technically a podcast), so I got Grupthink Queen and SexCaster HappyThawts on the case and we made this thing called "The Border Disaster." There's way more talking on this one.
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Thursday, July 26, 2007
Tell Me Something

• A whole gang of cats have been sending me links to the new Kanye video for the past couple of days. What no one that I've seen on the internet is talking about - which is weird, because it seems like this video is everywhere right now - is the Jon Brion/Zach Galifianakis connection. Remember how Jon Brion did a bunch of production work on the -arguably superior - version of Extraordinary Machine that was leaked to the internets? Soon after the official release of that record, the "Not About Love" video came out, which, at the time, was hilarious and original, and had the added bonus of being filmed in 641 territory. Later, Jon Brion did production work on Kanye's last album, as well as his new one, and now there is this "alternate take" of the "Can't Tell Me Nothin'" Video, which is, if nothing else, way better than the original snooze-fest that was the first one. I only ever root for Jon Brion. He puts on the best show ever. And while it seems strange that this group of creative people he's involved with would just straight recycle an idea (are they banking on the idea that no one saw the Fiona video?), what's even weirder to me is that I seem to be the only one talking about it. Is Jon Brion's influence just not interesting to anyone else? Or, like, am I just that astute an observer of contemporary popular culture? I doubt it. Maybe it's boring.
• Can't read Bigger Bonus Bananas 'cause Raichile's too busy playing Keno in some bar in a saltwater shithole somewhere? Well, if it makes you feel better, you can wear these shoes. That way you can blame Rainuts for your bad taste in shoes.
• The trailer for Darjeeling Limited is out. I'm all embonered about it.
• What Is Interesting to Me Is Not Necessarily Interesting to the Public at Large, Exhibit A: I actually read most of this.
• In other news, Lil Wayne got arrested. Great.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Eee eee eee ahh ahh (I am a drumset)

• "Rorschach Eleven" digital illustration by E. Lamar. (The "E" stands for "Eep.")
• This weekend was crazy. On Friday, I went and saw the much-anticipated Golden Blade III, which ruled and was hilarious and kick ass and awesome. (I think I first heard about GB3 on the same day I met E. Lamar, in like 1911.) Then I woke up ninety minutes later and drove to check out Sorry Sorrow Studios. Super-fun. Sample conversations:
1. "Did you tell that guy that you liked that shoe 'cause the perspective's all fucked up?"
"Yes."
2. "Do you think I should either make tons of money in an impossibly short amount of time, or work in food-and-beverage?"
"Are you serious?"
• Tom Breihan, lately, has been talking about Summer Jams, and how there aren't many of them anymore. I've been trying to make a mix of Summer Jams since fucking like May, and haven't been able to find enough of them to be worthwhile. It sucks. I have artwork ready and everything. You guys heard any summer jams lately? Please direct my attention to some damn shit.
• When did that BLACKstreet song "Fix" come out? '96-'97 range? I mean the remix. Do you think that Teddy Riley, Dirty Version-era ODB, that amazing nutjob from Fishbone, and Slash were all in the studio together at one time? Do you have any idea what I would have done to be in that room? Jesus.
(Also you can right click and save ass. Or something. Maybe. Not sure how DivShare works in this regard.)
• Jush, you know how you're going to buy every guitar under the sun from here on out? Buy this one next. (Did you go to work today? You are out of your mind.)
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Thursday, July 19, 2007
Lost Ploss in the Ross

• Look at that picture up there. I'm super proud of it.
• With old Higginbotham looking for a new apartment and job in a new place, and with Jush and them all trying to catch the record-breaking ball in Milwaukee, I'd say that the regular readership of CFY,K has, at the moment, dwindled considerably. Far be it from me, though, to desert my stupid blog altogether. Maybe they'll be all embonered when they get back and there's new crap on here.
• Word from the West Coast suggests that Our Friend Anvil Rabbitt would not persuaded to enter into even one Man Cup, holding tightly to his ill-gotten and self-proclaimed Bobby Fischer status. (He has never faced me, and I would wreck his whole spot.)
• In related news, if you were to buy this, you'd both rule and suck in a Ruling-Sucking simulcast. (Same thing for this thing. But, somehow, Raichile's MarioKart phone is pure kickass.)
• I know I've mentioned it before, but if those cats over at FluoKids don't start inviting me to wherever they find all these women hanging out, then they'll be jerks forever. Reading this blog makes me wonder if "Expatriate House DJ Who Lives in Paris or Something" isn't my one true career calling.
• Golden Blade III is already getting great reviews. I'm trying to make it up there for the premier, but am making, at press time, no promises.
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