Well, I Didn't Expect To Find That!

While crawling around the web trying to finalize my links, I discovered that my site is buried deep on the links page for a Kabbalist website under the heading of "Esoteric sites on the web".

So I decided to go look up "esoteric" on Dictionary.com to make sure that my understanding of the term isnt flawed:

"adj : confined to and understandable by only an enlightened inner circle"

And here I thought I was making a comic that even the proletariate could enjoy. But that just means that everyone reading this right now are smarter than the people who arent. Well, we all knew that anyway.

Now let us chant the mystic chant: "When is the next chapter? When is the next chapter? Ohmmmmmmmm"

The Artistic Update

This weekend I created the following:

Drew and inked an image intended to be watercolored that I scanned and colored in the PC instead. You've seen it on the main page of my site. I'll probably still do a watercolor version, because I'm teaching myself to be a good...art...unnn... guy.

Drew three more pages of It's About Girls. I'm thinking that no matter how much I get drawn by then, I'll start posting again in April like I said. I just have to decide if I'll serialize it or post it all at once.

Sketched many interesting and possibly useful sketches.

Scripted out a rough story concept. But it will have to wait until I finish IAG. Sketched the characters for that.

And finally, I got inspired for a what I would losely term a "gag strip" entitled "Sock And Hand-Puppet Thrice Weekly" where the charcters would be used to vent on whatever nonsense is annoying me at the time. Seems though that most of the targets that I feel need the piss taken out of them are all online. So I may not do it because I'm not interested in having my G-mail account fill up with a million "Yoo ar a faegit" emails again.

Hell And Damnation!

So I had noticed the growing odor in my apartment. It was a familar smell. I smelled it back when I was living in Oksu-dong, down by the Han River, in Seoul. I had noticed some on my window ledges. There is a bad problem with condensation on my windows in my apartment. I've taken to using the nozzle on my dustbuster to suck the collected water up. And I went over the ledges with cleaner. But the smell persisted. So I cleaned out the bathroom and the kitchen... I still could not find the source of the odor. I looked under my mattress...clean.

Then I moved my dresser away from the wall.

Now, like a dope, I left my digital camera locked up in my desk back in the office on Friday. So I have no picture of what I saw on my wall to show you. Instead, I went and stole this image from the intraweb (Dont worry, I'm not hotlinking it). It wasnt anywhere near this bad, but it'll give you an idea:



I sent the mould to Hell. Where it came from. Where it belongs.

But now I must be ever vigilant. Like all evil, it'll rise again.

Time To Play The Game (Of A Diary Entry)

I haven't watched wrestling in a long time, it's weird. I know it's because my two favorites became the champs against all odds. It was like seeing the end of Rocky. Afterwards, you just don't want to sit in the theater.

Know what I mean?

But I mention this because today I discovered that I was utterly out of clean shirts. Well, not entirely. I had several button shirts that I could have ironed and tossed on, but I was lacking in undershirts and it aint warm yet. Not to mention most of them are thin and I'd probably be spending most of the day fending off kids trying to grab chest hairs. No, I'm not kidding, the concept personal space typically doesnt apply in this job.

But I would prefer grabbing chest hairs to having my meat and two veg grabbed. Which I have experienced, and not just from Korean kids. A certain age of Korean men seem to be unable to keep their hands off of a foreigner's wedding tackle. I'm not a porn star, I dont feel entirely comfortable with my cock being the center of attention. that's why the last time I was in a Korean lockerroom was the last time.

Anyhoo, I had no clean clothes, so I grabbed the only clean tee I had:



This attractive specimen goes by the ring name of Triple H. I don't much enjoy his heelish antics, but he has had some neat looking tee shirts, and unfortuinately, his tee was the only clean shirt I had that I could wear with my sweater. So I went to work today looking like I was shopping for eggs. Thankfully, my boss has told me on several occasions that it's okay to dress down when teaching kids. I'm lucky like that.

So, there wasn't much point to this post, except to use it to deliver a typical obscure wise crack. "Crack" being the important word here.


I wasnt just out of clean shirts....

Nyuck! Nyuck! Nyuck!

I Was Clever When I Used To Make Webcomics

I was going through my archives the other day. I used to be clever. Some of those R3 comics were the best things I've ever done.

Man, my well dried up pretty quickly, didnt it?

My plans to get some It's About Girls up in April may not come about. Aside from an endlessly acting-up computer (It's working today. But I'm dragging it to the shop ASAP), I'm contemplating doing the comic entierly in watercolors. I've been playing around with it, and I'm liking the results so far. I don't think it'd be too boot-ugly.

The prooblem is that I got 16 pages of the next chapter drawn. You can see the first seven pages here if you're interested. Obviously, I'm working on a new design that'll fit easily into a monitor, but I cant hand-color those pages like I want to now, because I didnt use permanent ink on them. If I apply anything liquid to them, like paint or marker for example, I'll have a blue-grey mess on my hands. I'd have to color this chapter in the PC, which I could do, I guess.

So, I can either finish what I got, computer color this one, and paint the next chapter. Or I can redo this chapter and paint it. But I'm still determined to get the whole comic done by the end of 2005. I got other things I want to do.

Like promising myself to stop drawing comics like I always do. Then cave in and revamp another comic I did when I was young, clever and full of good ideas for the web. All for the sake of my Z-Grade celebrity.

Weekly Delineation: Three Random Pictures

Like a fool, I feel asleep at 9pm tonight. Having woken up an hour ago, and showing no signs of being tired, I figured it's a good time to blog. Today's topic is the old blog standby: Pictures.

I have a tendency to take pictures more for comic-drawing reference purposes than to show people exciting or wacky things that are Asian. So while I have a few hundred pictures of staircases, benches, streets, walls, hallways, desks, cars, etc... I dont have any pictures of old Korean men hauling junk, chicken dinners sold from the back of a pickup truck, wacky uses of English in advertising, or pics of Asian girls for the fetishists.

Well, I do have all of that stuff. It's all sitting in a huge photo album on my mother's shelf back home in Canada. I took most of my "Gawrsh! Lookkit da for'en stuff!" photos during my first year here. If you had been reading my site back then, you would have seen most of the better ones along side my early blogging/ ranting/ being a clueless twit about living in Korea/ hanging in Japan.

I'm a much more knowledgeable twit these days.

Funny thing is, when I purposely bring my camera along with me to wherever I go, I can never seem to find any interesting things to take snaps of. But when I leave the camera at home, as I usually do, that's when I run across things like alien abductions, Osama Bin Ladin riding a moped around town, Elvis and Tu Pac eating ice cream at the Baskin Robbins, and so forth.

But a blog needs pictures. Everyone likes pictures. Pictures provide that final voyeuristic thrill that comes with reading a blog.

So, thrill along with me as I provide three non-reference photos for you to look at.


My hometown, Halifax, on a Sunday. It's completely dead because we still have blue laws (google the term if you dont know) on the books. I guess the idea is that if people had to spend money on a Sunday then the economy would stop sucking balls, and Jesus would cry.

This doesn't keep the govenrnment from allowing the local casino to remain open 24/7, mind you. I guess Jesus likes gambling, hates shopping.


This guy makes his money peddling tourists around Osaka on a cool-assed taxi bike. He was totally cool about my taking his pictures after I yelled for his attention from across the street like a doofus. Thumbs up indeed.

Oh, and I had tonnes of opportunities to take pictures of scantily-clad-because-of-the-heat Japanese women the last time I was there. I didn't, because I'm not providing spanking material for you.


This is the passenger side dashboard of my girlfriend's car. If you know some Korean and are clever, you can figure out her name from the information I have provided here.

This reminds me, whenever I mention to people that I don't know how to drive, they look at me like I just told them I think this wearing pants thing is for chumps. It is, but I digress. I never had a need to. All of my friends lived within easy walking distance of me, or the bus got me to where I needed to go, or someone else was driving. Not to mention I have a fucked up left eye that doesnt see shit, so I'm doubting they'd let me behind the wheel.

Basically, I never had to, and was never interested in the car cult anyway. And if push comes to shove, I can just tell people that Osama Bin Ladin drives a car.

Well, he drives a moped. And if I remember to bring my camera on the right day, I'll prove it to you.