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09 February 2008 @ 02:03 pm
Long nights satisfied by an orgy of violence and potato chips.  
So I've been working on a new book for a publisher that has been keeping me on a pretty strict schedule. I don't mind it at all...I'm the kind of guy that needs strict schedules otherwise I'd be doing something stupid like...I don't know...stupid things. But last night I needed a bit of a break so my wife kindly allowed me to go see Rambo. Wow. What a movie. So many people that I've talked to about it have raised some pretty interesting questions concerning it's message. It certainly is a violent movie...made Saving Private Ryan look like a special from National Geographic. So what kind of message did I get from a movie so violent? A very simple, yet extremely important and life saving lesson. If Rambo tells you to go home...then go home. This whole movie could have been averted if those nice, kind missionaries had just taken the very buff, growly man's advise: "Go home."
I mean...he told them about 5 times.

...course, then I wouldn't have been able to watch a guy get shot in half by the biggest damn machine gun I've ever seen. But, keep in mind I've only ever seen maybe 2 machine guns in my life so I'm not a very good judge.

After the movie, I walked back to my van (which, for some reason, I kept thinking to myself how much I really wanted to attach a big ass machine gun to), drove home and found quite possibly the lamest TP attempt on my shrubbery. Now, seriously...who TPs someone's shrubbery?? A house, yes. A car, sure. Your grandpa sleeping on the laz-e-boy? Absolutely. But a bush? I wasn't pissed because we got TPed...I was pissed because it was a gay TP attempt! If I'm gonna get TPed, I want it to be good...don't TP my shrubbery! And don't use good toilet paper...that was some soft toilet wipes somebody used. I wanted to go poop just so I can use such fine papers.

So after coming home and explaining to my wife why I was carrying a bundle of toilet paper, I got back to work. I finished the page (penciled one, inked 3), sent it the client, wrenched open a beer, took a sip, got instantly drunk (I'm a light weight...), and chowed on some chips. And now, my dear suckers, you're wondering what the whole point of this bulletin is. Ok. Here it is: I'll be in L.A. in March for the Wizard Convention in the artist alley. Come check me out, say hi, but don't TP my table.

And when Rambo tells you to go home...dude, go home.

Hugs and Kisses!
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: Nine Inch Nails - Right Where It Belongs
Setawellow on February 10th, 2008 12:18 am (UTC)
Hahaa, they TPed your bush.. How pitiful, prolly some lame teenybopper or something.

Anyways, have fun in LA, dood~
chiaro[OB]scurochiarobscuro on February 10th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
Thanks...I'm staying with some family in L.A. so I'll be able to spend some time with my kid cousins. I'm looking forward to it.

Y'know...including this past incident, I've only been TPed twice, now. The first time was when I lived in Tucson and I walked out on them while they were in the process of TPing my car. They were the spitting image of deer caught in the head lights.

Good times.

Are you going to be getting a table for Phx Con '09?
Setawellow on February 10th, 2008 02:45 am (UTC)
Heh~! Nice nice. The cost of hotels can be a bit killer~

Yanno, I definitely want to now that I was able to tour the tables and talk a bit with some of the artists. I got a ton of time to prep so I won't have any excuse not to!