Friday, August 29, 2008


I couldn't bring myself to watch the convention. Does anyone need this thing? We all knew what it was going to accomplish going in. Most of us who aren't in politics just need to know who we're pulling the switch for. Plenty of professional organizations in the world have interminable semi-regular industry conventions with a lot of drunk people in suits staggering around wondering what party to go to and trying to convince themselves that they're taking part in something meaningful. Most of these things, nobody thinks they need to put them on TV and analyze them to death.

It's going to play out like it always does, right? the Huffington Post is going to convince me that the speeches left everyone's jaws hanging open in awe, and you could feel the tectonic political plates shifting under your feet, and across the country people are burning up their Republican voter registrations as we speak. Then a few months later everyone basically admits that it was pretty so-so, and that the Republicans came along a week later and buried them yet again.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

The Hill

Why do I somehow find Hillary even more painful to listen to than George W? Somehow it's more insulting to be talked down to by someone who actually has a brain. Bush, it sounds like it's the best he can do. Hillary has to make a conscious decision to speak like a simpleton in those awful, strained cadences, thinking it lends a common touch.


Bunche did a typically brilliant write-up on the 1975 film that the new car-chase thingy borrowed its title and a couple of plot points from.

Steve saw this film the way it was meant for, as part of a midnight double-bill at some filthy cinematic 9th circle of hell, surrounded by like-minded gorehounds and probably baked out of his mind. My pussy, suburban version of the grindhouse was late-night cable, the volume set at almost nothing in case my parents caught me. Lacking the proper cinematic and social context, I found this film incredibly disturbing. I didn't understand that it was a comedy. (I didn't really get pitch-black social satire at age 11.) I figured it was a sober analysis of what I could expect the world to be like when I hit adulthood.

I therefore had a few sleepless nights courtesy of this low-budget, schlocky Roger Corman nightmare of casual brutality, personified by David Carradine's faceless, emotionless angel of death. As cheap-looking as the costume is, there's something incredibly arresting about it. (This is two years before Star Wars--you tell me if Vader wasn't partly influenced by this character). Looking at it now I still get a chill. A great example of how a lack of resources can lead to brilliance. 

I haven't the slightest interest in finding out what Paul W.S. Anderson and his legions of corporate focus-testers have done with it.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Sleep it off, you baby!

We started the dreaded sleep training on baby Roxy. If you ever want to feel like the worst person in the world, and there aren't any seals around, or clubs to hit them with, may I suggest sleep-training a baby.

You might not think that sleeping is something that anyone needs to be taught how to do-- certainly not anyone related to me-- but when it comes to babies this is something of a learned skill. They get tired but they don't know that the proper response to that is to put your head down and stop crying for five goddamn minutes until you fall asleep. If you want them to take a nap you have to be a bit of a hardass and let them wail in the crib until they exhaust themselves. Eventually--eventually--they figure out that they can skip the crying part and go right to the good stuff.

I'll go in once or twice to comfort her during the crying-it-out process, because I'm not a complete ghoul. It's absolutely heartbreaking. She's wild-eyed, traumatized. She looks like Christopher Hitchens after he got waterboarded for that Vanity Fair piece. The good news is, she's tapping out at about 15 minutes, which is very encouraging.

Monday, August 18, 2008


I moved the older posts off this page and into an archive here.

I spent the first two years of this blog doing the "sorry I haven't posted in so long, here's some freelance stuff" format. When I posted the practice sketches in the previous post, I had a brain wave that this blog should be my forum to develop my illustration style. In the next few months I did more posts than I had in the previous couple of years, and I'm still having a blast with it. I didn't want to keep the older stuff here because it was so random and infrequent, but I'll keep it up on the other page in case anybody makes it this far and feels like seeing more.

Here's a few of the better posts: A bio and interview that I did for my advertising rep, my contributions to a failed Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy pitch, and an essay about my love of Star Wars toys that I thought came out kind of funny. Thanks for reading!

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