Saturday, October 30, 2010

Friday Slice of Heaven, Slice Into the Woods 10/29/2010

This is my only entry for this week as I have been madly working on the 4th draft of my novel to help shed 50 pages and start to send out query letters in November.  I was originally intending to have my first round of queries out before the end of the year, but one to two months early is where I am heading and I am definitely fine with those results.  I am also excited to start a five-issue mini-series for a comic book I am slowly working out the details for and will start that hopefully next week.

I feel a cold coming on and my thoughts are not quite holding together this morning, so forgive me if I start making no pancakes on this early Friday zombification.  Tired...so very, very tired.

Slice of Heaven

Finishing a new five page story for the Comic Creators Workshop - Every month at the Comic Creators Workshop, offered through Comics Experience with Andy Schmidt, a new writer's/artist's challenge is posted and attendees decide whether or not to participate.  For the first challenge, my five-page script was chosen to be critiqued by none other than Jason Aaron and was a challenge to write, requiring that the panel descriptions be no more than one sentence long.  His feedback was incredibly helpful and I will be revising the script and reposting hopefully this week.
The October challenge involved writing a script as if I had to motivate a highly-detailed and brilliant, yet in-need-of-encouragement artist to make him psyched to illustrate the script.  I got nutty with the writing and was quite pleased with the results.  From what I could tell, other members of the workshop enjoyed it as well, which always feels good.  Another workshop member's script was chosen to be critiqued by none other than Dan Abnett.  Of course I wanted my script to be chosen again, but after reading the other script, I would have been foaming at the mouth to draw it out...too bad I can't draw.
The workshop continues to be an amazing tool to improve my writing and an immensely fun experience.  Jumping from writing scripts, to critiquing other's scripts and to receiving criticism from others has proven vital to my growth as a writer, not just in the comics medium, but other mediums as well.  I am also considering taking the lettering class and possibly the coloring class next year, when they are offered up again.
I can't give this workshop enough praise.   Oh...the November challenge is up.  Time to crank up the mental gears.

Morning Glories #3 - Written by Nick Spencer and illustrated by Joe Eisma, published by Image Comics.  Morning Glories continues to be the comic that I anticipate picking up from the comic store  the most each month.  In this issue the mystery and intrigue deepen and we are introduced to a past Morning Glory alum...with past meaning centuries in the past.  Although this issue only centers on three of the modern day (?) students, we are given deeper characterization and insight into each of them.  There is one point early on when a sentence or two of the dialogue is like nails scraping on a chalkboard, and I was thankful that Eisma did not choose to illustrate what was described; my twisted little brain was more than happy to fill in the details.  *shiver*  If you are not reading this book, then please let me know what the hell is wrong with you...seriously.  Issue one and two can be bought from ComiXology for the computer, iPad, iPhone, iTouch and who knows what else.  Now I get to wait for issue number four...3 weeks to go.  *sigh*
Morning Glories #3


Secret Six Vol. 3: Danse Macabre - Written by Gail Simone and John Ostrander and illustrated by Daniel LuVisi, published by DC Comics.  I have not mentioned Secret Six on my blog before, but with the release of the latest TPB, it was time to say how much I enjoy this dark yet amusing book about a team of ex-villains gathered together to run questionable missions for the mysterious Mockingbird.  Deadshot takes the spotlight for much of this book, which has a Blackest Night tie-in, but it is not too overly obnoxious.  The current members of the Six are as follows: Scandal Savage - the "damn hard to kill" former in-team leader who has recently been put on the sidelines by...; Bane - The man who broke Batman and is now acting team leader; Catman - a vicious and deadly fighter, who once, according to Catman, beat Batman; Ragdoll - the rather insane and obscenely flexible psychopath; Jeannette - an incredibly strong and resilient combatant with a tendency towards dressing in French Revolutionary clothing.  Oh yeah, she is also a banshee; Deadshot - a cold and merciless killer.  Never get on his bad side; Black Alice - a teenager with the ability to mimic the power of any magic using hero/villain she encounters.  She is the most dangerous and unreliable of the bunch.
Although this is Vol. 3 of the series, there is also a mini-series and a book before that as well, bringing the count to five TPB's currently out.
Villains United, Secret Six: Six Degrees of Devastation, Secret Six: Unhinged, Secret Six: Depths and now Secret Six Vol. 3: Danse Macabre.

Secret Six Vol. 3: Danse Macabre
Secret Six Vol. 3: Danse Macabre


The Mercury Last Saturday Night - Okay, this one would have ended up in the Slice Into the Woods section if not for the fact that I had to get home to finish a five page comic script for a Comic Creator Workshop challenge that I was able to finish on time and for which I was quite proud of the finished product.  That Saturday night, Amy and I agreed to meet a friend for a drink at the Mercury Lounge and before we even walked into the bar, we saw a whupped-ass looking person with fucked up long black hair and semi-torn clothing.  My thought was, "Great...I hope we don't have to sit next to that guy...errrr girl...errrr whatever that was."
We walked in and there was a screen showing the title menu to a DVD being projected at the bar entrance and three quarters of the patrons were dressed as zombies.  There were cookies, gummy worms and other treats for everyone, not to mention the Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA waiting for me.  We were completely confused as to what the hell was going on, but found out that they were having a "Zombie Party" for a bartender who was leaving to pursue other opportunities and that at 10:00 PM, they were going to be showing the movie Wild Zero.  "What is Wild Zero?" you might ask.  It is a Japanese Rock and Roll film with flying saucers and zombies.  WHY THE HELL DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS MOVIE SOONER?  Holy shit, if there are naked hot girls in it, I will have everything that I could possibly want in a movie.
I was torn to let Amy and our friend head home, while I shirked my responsibilities to the five page script that was due in three hours and stayed to watch the movie.  Instead I left to further building my new career.  BUT, I rented the movie and we will be watching it at a party on Saturday.  Now if I could only figure out what the other movie was going to be that The Mercury was going to screen at midnight.
*side note* - The DVD for Wild Zero has a built in drinking game that will show a mug when the following occurs:  a zombie's head explodes, anything explodes, someone shouts "ROCK AND ROLL," someone combs their hair, anything shoots fire.  The game is simple, when the mug appears, you drink.  I have a sneaking suspicion that there will be some drunk fools within the first 40 minutes.


Slice Into the Woods


Nothing much to gripe about other than the usual bunch of big corporations attempting to buy our elections and continue to damage our economy so that a few thousand white-haired white guys can become even more rich than they are now.

Besides that, this week just simply dragged along at a snails pace.  I need to stop living for the weekend.
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Friday, October 22, 2010

Friday Slice of Heaven, Slice Into the Woods 10/22/2010

Let's do this thing, peoples....

Slice of Heaven

My 40th Birthday Bash at HobNob - Last Saturday I celebrated my 40th birthday with about 30 people at the HobNob here in Santa Barbara.  We took over the entire back patio and despite initial heavy precipitation everyone appeared to be having a great and mellow time.  HobNob had a little placards with pictures of me--I am guessing Amy supplied the horrendous pictures--and gave me photo of myself to wear as a badge that said, "Yes it is my birthday.  Yes you can buy me a drink!"  Embarrassing, yet funny and a nice touch.  For food, we had a giant bowl of freshly made potato chips with a blue cheese sauce on the side, trays of bruschetta and a platter of chicken skewers; all of which were delicious and gone in no time.
For drinks, I ended up using about 70 red poker chips which I distributed at least two to each guest, allowing them to order any drink that they wanted.  Some people ordered dinner, some ordered extra shots (ugh) for me.  By the end of the evening, I had a Manhattan, vodka tonic, a cucumber press, two shots of Patron, and some hellacious concoction called a "Mind Eraser"...thanks, Alex.  Of course there was a giant chocolate cake from Anna's Bakery in Goleta, which I love and they even went so far as to put a cityscape with a plastic Spider-Man toy atop it, reminding me of all the nutty cakes I used to have when I was a kid--I'm looking at you Crystar the Crystal Warrior cake from my childhood.
In the end, people were brought to HobNob to celebrate my birthday, but this year my hope was to have a miniature celebration of those who make my life fun, joyful and happy.  I think I succeeded. Thank you all for coming and I love you all dearly.  Also, thank you HobNob for putting on a wonderful event and I will tell everyone to grace your establishment, and we will be back soon.  I could not have asked for a better evening.
Happy Birthday to me, bitches!

The Goon Volume 6: Chinatown and the Mystery of Mr. Wicker - Written and illustrated by Eric Powell, published by Dark Horse Comics - The first page of this volume says it all, "This Ain't Funny,"and boy howdy was Eric Powell not kidding...jesus....  This book breaks from all the "Knife in the eye, " slack-jaw (zombie) pounding shenanigans of the prior six trades (incl. 0).  Although I would normally be sad that characters such as Dr. Alloy or my favorite Spanish-speaking Lagardo do not appear, the heavy emotional story presented in this book is amazing and almost seems as if from a different series entirely--I did not mind in the slightest.  There are few if any jokes in this volume that finally answers the questions of how the Goon received his scars and what happened in Chinatown.  I was left more than fully satisfied with the reveals and I am still thinking about the incredibly real depictions of a man's reaction to something so staggering painful that it may very well affect him for the rest of his life.  Sure there are zombies, werewolves and other monsters walking around, but this issue left me with the same feeling of loss and sorrow found in works such as Strangers in Paradise and Blankets.  Unlike most comics, things don't end up going well, but that's okay.  In fact life can be pretty fucked up and that's just something that has to be dealt with and accepted.  Page 80 through 89 are some of the most heart wrenching sequentials I have ever seen and they almost did me in.  Who hasn't been through something that didn't work out according to your dreams?  Who hasn't been wronged for no apparent reason?  Real life involves not saving the kitten in the tree, defeating the evil foe, or achieving your heart's desire.
I highly recommend this book, and I definitely want my wife to read it, and as a stand alone graphic novel it is an odd little noir tragedy.  But, to really feel the emotional power of this book, it helps to know the characters so that the change in pace is more jarring...for that you kind of need to read the first volume and the rest.  Where my wife is concerned, the problem is that "Knife in the eye" and fishmen may not really be her bag, but I am still going to try to get her to read it.  A truly devastating and beautiful book.  Crap, gotta go cry...whatcha lookin' at you slack-jawed palooka?!

The Goon Volume 6: Chinatown and the Mystery of Mr. Wicker
The Goon Vol. 6: Chinatown and the Mystery of Mr. Wicker ...or kick me in the heart and put your cigarette out on it while you're at it. 


The Goon Volume 7: A Place of Heartache and Grief - Written and illustrated by Eric Powell, published by Dark Horse Comics.  Okay, after Chinatown, things get back to bloody, nutty and offensive.  In this volume the Priest gets whats coming to him, but what replaces him could quite possibly be much worse.  Old foes are back, and someone thought long dead returns from the grave...or has he.  The immensely hot cock-teasing harpies are back and oh yeah...a four-foot tall hobo riding an alligator in the swamp.  What more could you ask for.  Do I even have to say it?  Highly recommended.

The Goon Volume 7: A Place Of Heartache And Grief (Goon (Graphic Novels))
The Goon Volume 7: A Place of Heartache and Grief...or Kids love fish squeezin's


The Goon Volume 8: Those That Is Damned -  Written and illustrated by Eric Powell, published by Dark Horse Comics.  Damn...can you guess what I have been reading for the past week?  Obsess much, Donist?!  What to say without giving anything away...the story continues from volume seven, and Frankie and the Goon consider leaving town after the Buzzard reveals that the town is forever damned, but despite all of the sin the pair have committed, it is still their home and people need them.  Death, curses and further torment for the Priest are found in this volume and the Goon crosses a major line of cruelty when he captures a traitor in his midst.  Oh yeah, all that and the corpse mother, too!  You guessed it, highly recommended.

The Goon Volume 8: Those That Is Damned (Goon (Graphic Novels))
The Goon Volume 8: Those That Is Damned...or  "Happiness is for pussies"


Apple Magic Trackpad - Some very cool friends of mine--who were not supposed to give me anything--gave this to me as a Birthday gift at the HobNob party and I was totally surprised.  I love this device so much more than the wireless Apple mouse that I was using that I don't know what I did before it came into my life.  It took a bit of tinkering with to get it to function the way that I wanted and there was a learning curve to all of the subtle little movements and tricks, but in the end it makes life much easier.  The only small gripe that I have is that it is a little awkward when I need to highlight things or click and drag, but this is probably user error and something that I will figure out in time.  I love this thing.  Shucks, guys, you shouldn't have!


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The End of Mad Men Season 4 - Not that this season finale was a let down--it wasn't--my biggest problem is that now I have to wait seven fucking months for season five.  What will I do without my weekly dose of Joan?  Oh wait...The Walking Dead starting on October 31st from AMC.  Okay, things will be alright, at least for another five weeks.
*btw - this was an excellent episode, not at the same level as the season finale of season three, but pretty damn good none the less.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

To All the Concerts I loved Before - Part 3

Continuing my remembrances of the various concerts that I have been to in my life.

Pat Dailey - I had no idea who this guy was until my evil-ex-girfriend-number-two and I went to visit my dad and stepmom in Ohio.   Pat Dailey is a singer-songwriter who plays at Put-in-Bay, an island on Lake Erie, and he also plays extensively in Florida.  He is oftentimes compared to Jimmy Buffet and the guy has a fairly awe-inspiring legion of fans.  Most memorable was a song about having a threesome with two girls and Pat as he "jumped into the pile."  He also played at a place that called itself the longest bar, which was essentially a bar that wrapped around most of the restaurant.  The show would have been a hell of a lot more enjoyable if my now--thank fucking god--ex-girlfriend had not been there.  She disappeared during the show for over an hour, and I frantically went looking for her, only to see her outside smoking cigarettes, drunk and trying to hang with people who generally wanted nothing to do with her; she was probably trying to find drugs of some sort.

KMFDM x2 - I first saw KMFDM at the Ventura Theater and the turnout must have been very disappointing for the group; there were seriously like 60 people there.  The band didn't seem to be phased and rocked the hell out of the place and quite possibly rocked some actual hearing loss in my left ear...seriously.  My hearing has never been the same.  Kids...remember your earplugs when attending live shows, especially when you are practically leaning against a monster-sized amp.
After apparently not suffering enough the first time, I went to the American Legion Hall in L.A. and saw them again.  This show was completely packed and those crazy KMFDM guys put on a momentous show, but what struck me the most was spoken word artist Nicole Blackman who opened for the band and also sang during one or two of  the songs.  Ms. Blackman was all dark venom, beautiful voice and well...beautiful.  She actually made the show for me.  *She also went on to "sing" for The Golden Palominos on the album Dead Inside, which I love.  What is she doing now?

Primus at some sort of big event thing - I don't really remember the deal with this one, other than a bunch of my musician friends worship at the alter of Les Claypool.  I'm not a big Primus fan, but I vaguely remembered having an okay time.

Lollapalooza the third - Okay, I fucking hate big giant outdoor event shows.  Sure some of the best bands do them, but they are usually in a fucking desert with very expensive refreshments and the highest proportion of drunken/drugged douche bags in existence.  I cannot imagine a worse way to spend the day than in the baking hot sun, surrounded by an 85:15 dude-to-girl ratio of wasted morons trying to mosh to George Clinton and other non-moshable bands.  I think the Beastie Boys, Smashing Pumpkins were there, although I was more concerned with the tumultuous sea of stupidity churning in front of my group.
One high point was a fist throwing, shirtless dude with a three-foot long stocking cap springing from the mosh malevolence straight at my friend's girlfriend.  This idiot was three feet in the air and my friend, a pretty big guy, stepped in front of her, locked his arm forward and the flying moron slammed face first into my friends palm.  Full on double palm face.  The guy dropped to the ground like a rock, shook the stars from his head and rejoined the mosh.
Things were so stupid that the Beastie Boys stopped the show to yell at the assholes who were groping a crowd surfing woman and they also reprimanded all the moshers asking them to pogo instead.
Finally, after I had seen enough, I went to the mist tent to cool off so that I would not faint from heat exhaustion, and while standing there, an older hesher-chick walked into the tent, saw me and said, "Don't worry about it, Baby.  Just take it off!  Take it all off!  Yeah!"  Um...okay, but maybe not in the mist tent, and maybe after a shower, in a private air conditioned room, after a cool drink and a sandwich or something...wait...where did she go?

Lush x2.5 - I have a definite soft spot for this band.  I love them.  A group of us drove to Glam Slam in L.A. to see Lush with Weezer as an opening band.  Weezer was great, but then Lush came on stage and I was loosing my mind.  I then lost my mind in a completely different way when Glam Slam began to experience major technical difficulties during the second or third song.  We ended up waiting for an hour and a half in the roasting nightclub, when finally Miki Berenyi took the stage to rip on the establishment and the two giant pillars in the theater that sported two naked women holding up the ceiling.  The band later announced that they were canceling the night but they would attempt to play again the next day at the same bat-place at the same bat-time.  Immensely disappointed we drove back to Santa Barbara, shuffled all of our work schedules and were able to return the next night to see the show.  Lael also almost got kicked out of Glam Slam when he went into the unused Prince V.I.P. area, but he talked his way out of it.  Regardless, the show was great and they played all of my favorite songs.  The worst part was after the show had ended and roadies were packing up the gear, some asshole decided that he wanted the set list, jumped on stage, took the set list to which the roadies just shrugged their shoulders with indifference, and the guy leapt from the stage as if the theater was still full.  It wasn't.  Most everyone had left, except for my group who were chatting and the guy crashed into Rita, knocking her to the ground and giving her a raging headache.  I went to find the asshole to pummel him, not something I do, but he was long gone.
I then saw Lush again in L.A. with the manager of the evil music store corporation, an odd and overly excitable but nice enough guy and a girl that I had been anguishing over for a year or two at that time.  She ended up getting too hot down on the floor and went up to the second level to watch the show and pull herself together.  This was not exactly where I wanted to watch the show, but I was happy to be with her anyways, despite firmly securing myself to the "friend/nicest-guy zone."

More of this stuff later...
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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Friday Slice of Heaven, Slice Into the Woods 10/15/2010

Huh, this one is going to be a bit shorter than usual.  It is almost as if this week were sucked into a void that spiraled out of control into a quagmire of nothingness floating along a....*slap*.  Shut it, Donist.  Get on with it.


Friday Slice Of Heaven

Locke and Key: Welcome to Lovecraft - written by Joe Hill with art by Gabriel Rodriguez, published by IDW.  I decided to finally give this series a go after consistently hearing praise on ifanboy and various other comic related podcasts and I am thrilled that I did.  Very much a horror driven series, the story centers on the Locke children: Tyler, Kinsey and Bode.  After finding their father murdered and their mother raped at the hands of a deranged teenaged student, the children barely manage to survive the ordeal and the murderer is locked away.  The grieving family moves to Keyhouse a New England Mansion on an island called Lovecraft with their mother and their father's brother.  The family struggles to heal from the tragedy that they suffered, while the youngest, Bode, discovers a key that allows him to pass through a door in the house that turns him into a ghost.  He also discovers a voice at the bottom of a well with less than pleasant plans for the occupants of the house.  Things go from troubling to worse when the voice in the well contacts the murderer and mysteriously frees him from his prison cell far away and instructs the teen to find two keys located in the Lovecraft mansion that provide access to something dire.  
Supposedly, this 6-issue series is the prologue to Act 1, which will consist of two 6-issue storylines ("Head Games" then "Crown Of Shadows"), followed by Act 2 (also two 6-issue series, the current part is titled "Keys to the Kingdom") and Act 3 (again two 6-issue series).  Great read thus far and now I have to buy the next six issues!  The IDW iphone/iPad app has "Welcome to Lovecraft" available for $.99 each issue...just buy them.  Oh yeah...Joe Hill is Stephen King's son.  

Locke And Key TPB (Locke & Key (Idw) (Quality Paper))
Locke and Key: Welcome to Lovecraft

The Goon Volume 5: Wicked Inlinations - Written and illustrated by Eric Powell, published by Dark Horse Comics.  I still absolutely love this book and I have heard that the next volume is where the crazy shizzle goes down, but Wicked Inclinations is a great lead in.  Keep an eye out for the homage to Alfred Hitchock's The Birds.  The Buzzard returns as does my favorite Spanish-speaking giant lizard monster, Lagardo.  The Priest becomes even more desperate when he discovers that the Buzzard knows his name...his real name, and knowing one's real name is power.  Also introduced in this book is the disgusting Corpse Mother and her equally revolting brood.  Still an immense amount of fun and perverse beauty, Eric Powell's The Goon is something everyone should read.  I got lucky and picked up Volumes 5,6 & 9 at http://www.tfaw.com/ for $4.95 each, but it looks like the sale is over.  Keep an eye on the site and hopefully they will pop up again at that amazing price.

The Goon Volume 5: Wicked Inclinations (The Goons) (v. 5)
The Goon Volume 5: Wicked Inclinations



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Beck University: Learn Real American History - The world according to Beck.  This confuses the hell out of me.  I am torn between seeing this as the best of the funniest shit I have ever heard, and being completely filled with dread and a lack of hope for the human race.  Are you kidding me?  Wow.  Sign up for the Glenn Beck's Insider Extreme and you too can have access to such narrow-minded, thought-numbing classes as Faith 101 - Religinut Forever, Hope 101 - I hope I never have to pay taxes for poor people, Charity 101 - How to give $$$millions to the Chamber of Commerce for attack ads against the Dems to further corporate interest, Founding Principles - We don't want to pay for no poor folks and I should never pay taxes, Why Obama is a Socialist and He Sucks - We also think he wasn't born here 101, How to be a recovering drug addict and make craploads of money while being a Fox lackey 102.  Do people seriously pay for this shit?  To quote Bugs Bunny, "What a moroon!" 

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