SOME VIOLENCE 8

Mostly, I was printing all weekend, but I did a little more violence to paper. One day it will all make less no sense.

An early stage of Page 8 ("Violence Bries Violence"):

VIOLENCE 9

Page 9 of "Cheese or Die":

WHEN I'M DONE YOU'LL BE PRO

Listening to the new mix of Deep Suaveys. To the tushy.

Here's more proof I'm no photographer, possible evidence againt me being a cartoonist too, I guess. If you have to be that way. Page 10 of Pizza the Action, which is what I'm calling it, as of 8:10 PM tonight.



I've now gone two days without listening to the Sian Alice Group's 59.59. I hope to listen to it again with fresh ears. Maybe on Saturday!

LOVE AND

When I'm not running around Jersey City like a drunken Falstaf or ranting about comic ethics or watching Django (Django!) or falling absolutely in love with the Sian Alice Group*, I'm sometimes getting work done. Here's me making incremental progress:




*Remember when you first heard Grace or Little Earthquakes or Dummy (sitting cross legged on the floor of Beth Fisher's room maybe a foot or two apart from one another and listening to the album get darker and thicker as the sun set outside). I got that feeling when I listened to Sian Alice Group's 59.59. It's dark, it's slow-building, it's sexy, it's experimental, it's ambient, it's bluesy, it's melodic, it's noise, it sort of drifts in and out of your immediate attention and it's beautiful. Unfortunately, I first listened to it in the office. Totally not a great first time.