All Creatures, Great and Small

I've decided, in an attempt to consolidate my efforts of both comics-drawing and blogs-writing, that I will be posting my work in comics and illustration on this here blog. This saves me work and solves a few issues about the weight of what I usually post on this thing. Comic strips are like Sharks fruit snacks: fun-size, sweet, and not a big investment of time or consideration. So anyways, before you lies my first formal attempt at a strip. It's the first in a series of comics I'm planning to draw based on Overheard in Minneapolis quotes. If you've never heard of Overheard in Minneapolis, you're in for a treat. So anyways, I'm calling the series Overherd in Minneapolis, because barnyard humor is, like, the funniest. This first entry elaborates on a post originating from "The following silence was painful", and is narrated by America's favorite sexually liberated parrots, Giancarlo and Crackers. Yep (Sorry about all the sudden formatting issues; if you click on the comic it'll take you to a page where you can see the whole thing):

Cogitatin'

Welp, I do believe it's time for yet another change in my blog. I've been usin' 'er as sort of a publishing house for whatever funny or interesting shit I find on internets, which I guess is sort of what Mediation does, and that won blog of the year last(?) year. Meanwhile, most of my profile views come from me, checking to see if anyone has visited my profile. I need something new in here. Sure, posting things made by other people to make oneself look cool by association is an honorable and even an important service. Culture is a lonely, individual experience without dispensaries to spread it around and mush it all together. But I want to be the peanut butter, not the knife. I lust to create things that people think are cool enough to send to their friends and to write praising articles about for alternative newspapers and zines and shit. I've been reading a lot of comic blogs lately, and it makes me wish I wasn't such a shitty graphic artist. Blogs are not the place to drop the kind of heavy truth I'm spitting, and the only ones I read are fraught with short entries and brief, though sometimes profound messages. So, I don't know. Maybe expect some sort of drawings soon.

History's Raddest Black Dudes

This, like the last volume of "History's Raddest Dudes", should require little introduction. I always try to do something special for Black History Month, and it always seems to come out sounding condescending, ignorant, or uncultured. So this year, I've decided to keep my message as simple and straightforward as possible: I love all black people.

You'll forgive me if some of my choices in this edition are a bit obvious; I'm not as much on the up and up with black history as I might like to be. So anyways, here's what I got:

George Washington Carver

Oscar Micheaux

Arnaldo Tamayo Méndez (See also: Guion Bluford)

Charles R. Drew

James Baldwin

Garrett A. Morgan

Jean Baptiste Pointe du Sable

Barack Obama

Take One Look and Die

High school fucking sucks. God this blog is awesome.





Ace Of Spades

Hannity Fair

I've realized that in order to have a successful (by which I mean, "serviceably popular") blog, I must choose from a very few, unenticing options:

1. I can look for other bloggers who share my interests and sense of humor, join a community, and network until I'm satisfied with my level of internet celebrity (puke).

2. I can post violent, daily rants of a racist/sexist/capitalist/nationalist/Christian/xenophobic nature and just wait until a bunch of angsty high school kids find my blog and try to retaliate with a morass of spelling and grammar errors.

3. I can become famous like Diablo Cody, write entries about what I did today, and then watch as thirty five to fifty MySpace users ejaculate in the direction of even my boringest drivel.

These options all sound like more trouble than they're worth, so I guess I'll remain in the same rut as a few dozen million of my fellow Americans: writing in a glorified, involuntarily private digital journal, waxing poetic to myself about our wonderful black president. One thing I believe the User-Generated Content Generation has yet to face is that, despite our newfound access to information and our sudden ability to network with almost anyone on the planet, most of us are just putting ourselves out there for the world to ignore. Our culture is no more intimate today than it was 25 years ago; at least not on a social level. It is, however, filled with infinitely more misspelled racial epithets, pseudo-intellectualism, and videos of fat people falling down.

History's Raddest Dudes, Vol. I

Alexander Kemurdzhian
Alan Turing

Kurt Gödel

Alonzo Church


Norman Borlaug

Sing; Sing a Song