Deviant Art Entry Jan 28, 2007.
In a town where paper bags roll like tumbleweeds, and there's a blizzard after every flood, I sit down at a glowing screen in front of a letter piano in Hell to tell you all what's shakin'. Well... nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except for all this that I'm about to tell you!!!!! :
Moth-Man (writing at least) has progressed to issue two. Issue one is, again, all up to me to finish. The cover's done, but I'm a lazy bastard who plays Gears of War instead of... well, anything else. Smelly Kid has turned into my favorite thing to draw, and Goth-Man and Javaman character designs have finally made an appearance in my sketch book.
Like I always say, I'm craving to do something else with 7N instead of just in my head. I just think my artistic skills haven't caught up to the awesome writing and story that is 7N. So I must wait. Wait in agonizing pain of creative suffering. Darn.
PERSONAL CRAP! I write about other people now!
My little Evyn is growing up so fast. She now has a boyfriend, two kids, a great Victorian house on Main Street, and a golden labrador retriever made entirely out of gold. Yes, gold.
Pretty much, she's shunned me as a lover and thrown me out on the street with nothing to my name except my beloved cow-print futon couch. DO NOT QUESTION THE COW.... PRINT!
Yes, she has a boyfriend, so I have been lowered to body guard for now. I am extremely happy for her, and approve greatly of her boyfriend, and wish them the best forever and ever and ever. Amen. As long as he doesn't touch my cow-print.
As for me, I stay alone, eating pizza, drawing comics about a fat kid who smells, and watch The Fly while I ponder about why I don't own this amazing movie and keep renting it from Blockbuster. One of those unanswered questions of life, I guess.
Well, I crave the blood of Locusts, so I'm off to play GoW. AND OH! If you little drones of mine haven't already, I found an awesome game called Lost Planet. Not a good story line, but if you like shooting totally awesome looking robot alien insects that die in big explosions, its for you. Check it out.
Good bye for now!
--MF
Lost Planet SUCKS.
That is all.
--MF
Moth-Man (writing at least) has progressed to issue two. Issue one is, again, all up to me to finish. The cover's done, but I'm a lazy bastard who plays Gears of War instead of... well, anything else. Smelly Kid has turned into my favorite thing to draw, and Goth-Man and Javaman character designs have finally made an appearance in my sketch book.
Like I always say, I'm craving to do something else with 7N instead of just in my head. I just think my artistic skills haven't caught up to the awesome writing and story that is 7N. So I must wait. Wait in agonizing pain of creative suffering. Darn.
PERSONAL CRAP! I write about other people now!
My little Evyn is growing up so fast. She now has a boyfriend, two kids, a great Victorian house on Main Street, and a golden labrador retriever made entirely out of gold. Yes, gold.
Pretty much, she's shunned me as a lover and thrown me out on the street with nothing to my name except my beloved cow-print futon couch. DO NOT QUESTION THE COW.... PRINT!
Yes, she has a boyfriend, so I have been lowered to body guard for now. I am extremely happy for her, and approve greatly of her boyfriend, and wish them the best forever and ever and ever. Amen. As long as he doesn't touch my cow-print.
As for me, I stay alone, eating pizza, drawing comics about a fat kid who smells, and watch The Fly while I ponder about why I don't own this amazing movie and keep renting it from Blockbuster. One of those unanswered questions of life, I guess.
Well, I crave the blood of Locusts, so I'm off to play GoW. AND OH! If you little drones of mine haven't already, I found an awesome game called Lost Planet. Not a good story line, but if you like shooting totally awesome looking robot alien insects that die in big explosions, its for you. Check it out.
Good bye for now!
--MF
Lost Planet SUCKS.
That is all.
--MF