| reyyy ( @ 2008-04-19 18:17:00 |
This Song Is Tasty.
My friends Brandon and James were both nominated for Eisners. It's awesome... FOR THEM. But naturally, being their bro, my mind wonders "WHERE'S MY AWARD". Seems like most all my comic making friends are award-winning or nominated... Sure, I haven't put out my own books since '05... But where was everyone in '05?? I guess creating Sharknife is it's own unique achievement, and the publishers and people in the industry assumed that, and all the LADIES I get, was good enough for me. SURE IT IS.
Anyway, they both deserve it. Brandon's book is his master opus (so far), and James was manufactured in the sequential demon machine. In this world of comics, Brandon is the hardened monk, and James is the gifted orc with magical powerz, of course those two characters get their own sacred jewels... I'm the cynical swordman, who doesn't really even care about the world to begin with (only my sword, and what it cuts), so no jewel for me. I'd only cut it in half anyway.
I predict 50/50 that they will totally win, too. Especially now that I am talking about it (I'm superstitious like that). I should finish my book so I could be eligible for that shit. Not because I want an award, just so I can flash it at Brandon whenever he starts to talk about his.
I drew this today for a "contest" one of my favorite Seattle coffee shops is having:

But it turns out I misread the terms of the contest. I was just supposed to re-color their current logo (lame). A detail I failed to notice until finishing this piece. Shit, it said "make a new design", I assumed that meant more than a freaking coloring contest. I think I'll submit it anyway, since I think mine is way better than what they have now. Either way, not a waste of an hour.
And now, a true story!

Sharknifing. Need to send out commissions. Tomorrow I'm interviewing for a part-time job at Pike Place Market (rad open market in Seattle) at an art gallery. It would be nice to get a couple hundred bucks every two weeks (the notion blows my fucking mind). Wish me luck.
My friends Brandon and James were both nominated for Eisners. It's awesome... FOR THEM. But naturally, being their bro, my mind wonders "WHERE'S MY AWARD". Seems like most all my comic making friends are award-winning or nominated... Sure, I haven't put out my own books since '05... But where was everyone in '05?? I guess creating Sharknife is it's own unique achievement, and the publishers and people in the industry assumed that, and all the LADIES I get, was good enough for me. SURE IT IS.
Anyway, they both deserve it. Brandon's book is his master opus (so far), and James was manufactured in the sequential demon machine. In this world of comics, Brandon is the hardened monk, and James is the gifted orc with magical powerz, of course those two characters get their own sacred jewels... I'm the cynical swordman, who doesn't really even care about the world to begin with (only my sword, and what it cuts), so no jewel for me. I'd only cut it in half anyway.
I predict 50/50 that they will totally win, too. Especially now that I am talking about it (I'm superstitious like that). I should finish my book so I could be eligible for that shit. Not because I want an award, just so I can flash it at Brandon whenever he starts to talk about his.
I drew this today for a "contest" one of my favorite Seattle coffee shops is having:

But it turns out I misread the terms of the contest. I was just supposed to re-color their current logo (lame). A detail I failed to notice until finishing this piece. Shit, it said "make a new design", I assumed that meant more than a freaking coloring contest. I think I'll submit it anyway, since I think mine is way better than what they have now. Either way, not a waste of an hour.
And now, a true story!

Sharknifing. Need to send out commissions. Tomorrow I'm interviewing for a part-time job at Pike Place Market (rad open market in Seattle) at an art gallery. It would be nice to get a couple hundred bucks every two weeks (the notion blows my fucking mind). Wish me luck.