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All calm on the homefront. Nothing but work, sleep, and sammiches. I've got a metric lump of pages to do this year, but I'm making good headway. Right now on my plate, I've got: MURDERBULLETS VOL. 1: Mutant rampage interrogation story (%90 complete) MURDERBULLETS VOL. 2: Slice of life knife fighting adventure (10%, hopefully get that done this year) WONTON SOUP SOFT SERVED: I'm thinking of splitting this up into 4 smaller books, 30-40 pages each. First book is a few pages from being done, and the second is about a dozen pages in. HARDCORE, with Rick Spears: Comic writer meets stripper story. Just started on this the other day, and have got about 20 pages done from ages ago. Probably redraw some of those though, cus THEY OLD. ORC STAIN: Wanna get this started as a monthly sometime in the summer, hopefully. I've already got like, 120 pages pencilled, and it's the easiest and most fun thing I've ever worked on. NUDE BRUNCH (working title): A mini series I had planned doing with Sheldon for our split book. Dunno if it'll get done this year, though. I WANNA PAINT IT! Seeing as how most of these books are near completion, everyone in the world will think that I am wicked fast. Here's a new Wonton cover, and some Hardcore pages, DUKES.   Tags: strippers hardcore wonton soup sammiches
Current Location: kill-own-ya
Current Mood: busy
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 Oh, 2006. The year my hair was nigh 2 meters tall. I've taken to embracing my newfound exile quite well. My days are filled with ironic Farley Mowat novels, Napoleon hats, and icey tundra adventures. The Mrs. went to see the lawyers today, and they promptly let me know that I am officially fucked. But it's cool, they said it while wearing powdered wigs and robes. David gave a good suggestion the other day about how since I can't go to conventions, I should just have a floating brain in a liquid filled jar take my place, complete with speaker phone line. We have the technology! I'm literally spooging away at Wonton Soup 2: Twoton Hyper Wonton Soup 2 (the official name), trying to get it done within the week. It's becoming a lot bigger than I originally planned, cus I have a shit habit of starting a new scene every other day, and trying to make it fit within the whole story. I don't think that I've ever drawn a comic from first page to last page before. Here's a taste of inanity!   Keep fit and have fun. Tags: wonton soup comics exileeee la migra
Current Location: icey tundra
Current Mood: SEXUAL PREDATOR!
Current Music: dire wolves chewing on moose bones
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Wednesday, March 6th. 5th day of exile...  So, I got deported, unable to enter the States for at least 5 years. Apparently it is illegal to do a $75 commission in America, cus it's classified as work. All those long, non-existant days of going into the non-existant office to work my non-existant day job are gone. It's almost like they don't even exist anymore. Now, me and the ladyfriend (now fiance!) gotta either spend untold riches to get a lawyer to get this fat bitch overturned, or spend untold riches to move all our stuff (SO MUCH STUFF, BRANDON!!) to Vancouver and find a new apartment. Either way, our sweet sweet untold riches, along with any plans I had for the next half decade, also don't exist anymore. Anyways, fuck the police/free Tibet/kill whitey and all that, I'm going to go drown my woes in the thick meaty thighs of sandwiches. Here's some explodey buildings for some thing I will probably never finish.  Tags: hate rage spite shit
Current Location: The Island of Elba
Current Music: the soulful shrugs of a tiny violin
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