Okay, so after stressing me out all last week about my freaking student loan payment and then tossing my nerves and emotions like a fine chicken salad then shaking me down for my bank information the collection agency has still not taken their pound and a half of flesh out of my account. Why is that? I feel like I’m being dangled and I have a stress bubble creeping up my spine. Is this how fishing bait feels? I don’t think I can use live bait anymore.
Maybe he’s crying because he can’t play the guitar. Hell, I can’t either so don’t sweat it dude.
Looks like he’s really rocking out, to what I don’t know. He’s holding a walkman, so probably something old school.
“Scientists are trying to find out why kangaroos don’t burp much, in the hope they might be able to lower greenhouse gas emissions.”
So, basically they are trying to figure out how they can use what goes on in a kangaroo’s stomach to reduce the methane causing sheep and cattle farts and belches.
Interesting because this is the first I’ve heard about the non gaseous quality of kangaroos.
She’s front and center in the courtroom where the Texas polygamist hearings are being held. It’s pretty rare to actually see the artist behind these sketches, they’re so behind the scenes. So what do we know about this woman? According to her bio, 1976 to present: Courtroom Broadcasting Artist and freelance Illustrator working as courtroom artist for national and international broadcast news agencies illustrating noteworthy trials including the Oprah Trial, Waco, Oklahoma City Bombing, Selena Murder Trial and many others for ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN, Fox News, the BBC, SIN Television, Germany, Telemundo, API, Reuters as well as local television and newspapers.
Quite a resume, and a very successful artist.
Artist Brigitte Woosley holds one of her courtroom sketches showing family members of the Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, at the Tom Green County Courthouse in San Angelo, Texas, Thursday, April 17, 2008. Child custody hearings for the children taken from the Yearning for Zion ranch in Eldorado, Texas, began Thursday.
(AP Photo/Eric Gay)
Can you believe that this was drawn in ballpoint pen? If you think that’s impressive, look at some of these.
(You’ll have to scroll down to see, trust me it’s worth it)
I used to use a ballpoint all the time during high school, college and then boring work meetings. Ballpoint pens are easy access and cheaper than dirt. The good ones are the cheap ones and the best paper is doodle paper or any other porous paper like newsprint or bar napkins. There’s something very freeing about using cheap materials which can lead to new discoveries. It’s a no sweat way to draw. If it sucks throw it away and start over. No biggie.
Of course the artists featured on this site probably didn’t use a Bic and I’m pretty sure that ain’t doodle paper.
I signed up as a fluke to see what if anything it would do. The jury’s still out. http://www.squidoo.com/cravensworld
What’s sad about this scenario is that it is true. Gas could be as much as $6 a gallon and we would still have to pay up. Much like your utility companies, it’s a modern necessity. All the bitter tears won’t change
that because eventually you’ll have to go somewhere in your car. Cars don’t run (well not yet anyway) on well wishes and air.
I miss those heady days of laptop casio keyboards.
I found this design on Neil Gaiman’s Journal. It’s a piece of artwork that is being used for a t-shirt design to be sold to benefit the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund. They are an organization put together by various Comic/Cartoonist/Illustrators to protect the 1st amendment rights of comic artists.
I saw this picture while poking around at web zen which is having neo pop surrealism this week. It made me laugh. The contrast of cute and menacing caught me off guard and made me smile. Go to www.kooch-e-koo.com to see some more out of Miles Thompson.
This morning I woke up to my house bucking and jumping around. It only lasted 5 or so seconds. In the past I’ve felt slight tremors, but this was my first experience in a bona fide earthquake. We treat the subject in this area ,so near the dangerous New Madrid fault, with a mix of fear and fascination.
Here is part of an eyewitness description of the shocks and the final jolt between December 1811 and February 1812 from Eliza Bryon:
“There were several shocks of a day, but lighter than those already mentioned until the 23d of January, 1812, when one occurred as violent as the severest of the former ones, accompanied by the same phenomena as the former. From this time until the 4th of February the earth was in continual agitation, visibly waving as a gentle sea. On that day there was another shock, nearly as hard as the proceeding ones. Next day four such, and on the 7th about 4 o’clock A.M., a concussion took place so much more violent than those that had proceeded it, that it was dominated the hard shock. The awful darkness of the atmosphere, which was formerly saturated with sulphurious vapor, and the violence of the tempestuous thundering noise that accompanied it, together with all of the other phenomena mentioned as attending the former ones, formed a scene, the description of which would require the most sublimely fanciful imagination.”
This is just one account made about 4 years after the fact. Here are some more eyewitness accounts including more from Eliza Bryon from New Madrid.
I’m not sure what the heck this is, but I spent time with it so I guess they got me. It’s an ad for milk, in case you didn’t notice. It’s a little wierd and silly. In the end I found it annoying. I don’t see how it does anything to promote milk. I should say that the art is pretty decent even if the concept is retarded.
making the jungle funky. Hey!
I missed the debate last night, and I’m glad I did. It just seems like a lot of effort is being spent on damage control and none to very little convincing me that I should vote for either of them. Other than the fact they are democrats, what else do they have that I want in a president? It’s time to nominate and get on with the show and stop this stupid train before I do get bitter.
Oh, and if you want to read some reactions to the debate coverage last night, go here. You won’t see very many atta boys to ABC and other corporate news coverage.
Ollie passed away today in Washington. He was the last of Walt Disney’s “nine old men”. Jim Hill writes a touching piece about what a really great old guy he was. Personally I remember him being an excellent teacher to thousands of prospective cartoonists/animators including me. I appreciate his generosity in sharing his hard won knowledge. Thanks Ollie.
An Engineer’s Guide To Cats
Hey, ya’ll remember when you were getting all ready for your space vacation on Starship 1? Now today you can’t afford the gas to go across town. Sad, just sad. That little square thing in the corner of the drawing used to be my logo. I don’t use it anymore, too ambiguous.
You go get ‘em Ted!
Ted Rall has one of the most dangerous pointy pens in the business. I just had to bring this one up because it appears that our profession is under fire from a bunch of Ziggy loving dunderheads. Make them smile, make them feel warm and fuzzy, don’t whatever you do cause discomfort or educate. That would run off the advertisers.
This is awesome:
Democratic presidential hopeful, Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, D-N.Y., eyes her shot of Crown Royal with Bronko’s owner Nick Tarailo, right, as she stops at the bar during a campaign stop at Bronko’s restaurant in Crown Point, Ind., on Saturday, April 12, 2008.
(AP Photo/Carolyn Kaster)
You’d think by now that I would have settled into some kind of style by now. I can’t get settled. Sometimes that’s good, but aggravating. Do I use the ballpoint? pencil? brush? markers? Should I draw tight or loose? But now I think I’ve found a new friend – the crowquill and some of that old black magic. tasty
I read this story today from the Washington Post. I understand Joshua’s unease. People react strangely sometimes to art in public. Most feel that the fine arts should be contained in symphony halls and climate controlled museums.
This is gorgeous, a time eater. I haven’t yet been able to watch much of it, but what I’ve seen so far as been pretty cool
I ran across an old sketchbook of mine. As I looked through it, I was struck by how much I could remember about my life back then just by looking at those drawings. I had to laugh about this one. His name is Ralph and is as accurate a portrait I could manage. His breath could kill at 10 paces, but my friend CC spoiled him rotten. One day he got out and ran down the street straight to the nearest drug dealer on the corner. CC tracked him down and apologized. He would always try to get away, you had to make sure of the latch on the gate and always carry bacon in your pocket. I haven’t seen CC in some time, it’s been years and I have no idea how Ralph is doing these days, but this drawing bridges all those years and it seems just like yesterday.
I’ve scanned some more old sketchbook drawings, they’re in the flickr bar. I’ve had this particular book since my last year in college (2001) and It still has some pages left.
I woke up mad again this morning. There was no reason, just feeling grouchy in general. Also feeling very uninspired. I hate days like this. Today I’m a blah-ger.
In case you ever wondered what was wrong with me, I can say it is probably Chuck Jones’ (director) and Michael Mastese’s (writer) fault. These cartoons, oddly enough introduced me to classical music and I can’t hear Wagner today without some part of this cartoon flitting through my mind. That should also explain why Music Appreciation class was more fun for me than other people.
I always liked the cartoon, even though at times it could get a little overworked. What I liked best was their little songs. Like this one about the presidents, well up to Clinton anyway.
I wonder what would happen if something like this happened in the United States today.
“The Tibet Daily newspaper reported Saturday that the government planned to step up its “patriotic education” campaign, which requires monks to denounce their spiritual leader, the Dalai Lama, and declare their loyalty to Beijing.
“We should strengthen patriotic education so as to guide the masses of monks to continuously display the patriotic tradition and uphold the banner of patriotism,” the paper quoted Hao Peng, Tibet’s deputy Communist Party Chief, as saying.
Thursday’s violence in Sichuan province came when the government attempted to enforce “patriotic education” at the Garze monastery, according to the activist groups.”
Patriotic education!? At the point of a machine gun? Kiss my ass matey, I don’t need that kind of education. I can’t believe that our government can be so flippant about doing business with the Chinese government. We owe them money? What do you think will happen when they get ready to foreclose on us? Patriotic education? We’d be so lucky.
Our government needs to hold the Chinese Communist Party accountable. We as a people need to do the same. If we claim the promises of our constitution are true for all, we should stand by the Chinese people. How? By harassing and annoying our appointed leaders. Write it. Sing it. Paint it. Wear it. Let the Chinese know that they are not alone.
Yes that’s right ya’ll War Pigs set to footage covered by Cake.
I’ve been looking at this banana on my desk for 2 days now. So what do you do with a banana if you’re obviously not going to eat it? You send it on vacation of course! I should leave this kind of thing to squirrel queen .
This guy must be living in another country, because in my country we be huuuunnngrrryyy. Well, that’s actually an exaggeration. Not so much hungry as irritated and broke as hell. Here’s what I think, things have been bad here in rural USA for a while. Jobs have been leaving here faster than our young people and it seems like just now it has gotten worldwide attention. Why just now? Well kids, it’s like this – the only part of rural America that urban America gives 2 rat shits about is the agricultural part. That’s because urbanites have to get their food from somewhere.
Whew, see what I mean by irritated?
I was originally going to run this in The Press for April 3rd, but then I remembered that my cartoon was across from the obits and thought better of it. I went ahead and finished drawing it, because I thought it was funny. Before you say it, I know, I know the skeletons are not right. They’re cartoon skeletons, you know. Speaking of bad drawing, as far as I know Mr. Bernanke is not cross eyed. Not as far as I know.
I played around with my old school watercolor paints, you know the kind that come in the little plastic box with the ratty stiff bristle brush. (I never use that brush, I hate it, I used a nice white vinyl bristle round) This flamingo was the first attempt. It’s pretty rough.
My second attempt was not too much better, but the Braves sucked too so I don’t feel bad. It’s a heck of a way to while away an evening, baseball and painting.
By the way, I’m glad I listened to that game on the radio instead of watching it. I don’t think I could have handled the walks, the blatant errors, the lackluster bull-pen and the sheer incompetence. Well anyhow, welcome back Tom Glavine we missed you. Obviously we need you. Too bad we couldn’t clone you and Smoltz.
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