crap

Have you ever woken up and realized you can’t help yourself anymore. You are addicted to what someone might consider the worst thing ever. Every morning, okay maybe every day at some point in the day I realize I’m addicted to crap. Not like good crap, but crap TV. I have been watching crap TV for years, because I can’t help myself. Once I start I can’t stop watching. I want to know what happens; I want to know the whole story. I need to know what is going on. My main point would be Scrubs. I didn’t watch all of last season, because I didn’t have a good internet connection. Well now I do have a good connection. I’ve watched all the episodes of Scrubs season nine or Med School as they call it. The first episode was horrible. Everything that was good about the first season of Scrubs is gone. Now it’s just this really dumb comedy. The two main characters have been written down to stupid stereotypes. They don’t have any depth, yet here I am watching it. Five episodes in and there have been only ten minutes of good show in about 100 minutes of show. Yet I can’t stop watching. I love this crap; I even told my wife that this stuff is crap. I know its crap, but I need it. I need to know what happens to these crazy stereotype characters are going to do, but if you give me an outline of the show, I can tell you what will happen. Why? Why, does crap have to be so powerful on me? I’m just a sucker. Another good example is Stargate Universe. That show has been only decent at best, till the very last episode they had. I wasn’t going to watch this show after the 1st episode, but I just keep watching because I need some spaceship action in my life. So Stargate Universe is my show now. Then the cliff hanger at the end of the season break was unforeseen by me. I didn’t see it happening and now I can’t wait till it comes back. Sure it wasn’t crap but it wasn’t great either and now I have to watch it ever chance I get. I’m almost sure the show won’t be any more amazing after the break, but I hope it does. As long as television makes crap I’ll be there to love it. I need my crap, I’m addicted.

a new carol

The presents are unwrapped. The stockings are opened. The Christmas goose is finished, that if you eat goose for Christmas, I personally don’t. During this time of year we think of the many different Christmas stories that are out there. A classic that I’ve always enjoyed a little is the Christmas Carol. If you’re lucky you didn’t go see Jim Carry’s new version of that movie. I know I didn’t want to sully my memory of it. My Scrooge will always be Uncle Scrooge McDuck from Disney. That’s my Christmas Carol, has been since I was a kid. Yet, I feel a little bit like my life has taken a Christmas Carol turn this year. As many people know I work as processor for an armored car company. I get to count money all day long, and it’s not even my money. Every day I go in and count this money, so would Christmas Eve be any different? Of course not. That would be stupid. You need to work on Christmas Eve and count money. As I finished with all the different banks I had to count at around nine that night I thought to myself, what is going on? I felt like Mickey Mouse or Bob Cratchit. I was counting money on Christmas Eve when all I really wanted to do was be with my wife. On the plus side I didn’t have to work on Christmas Day. Thank goodness. One other thing that made me feel like Mickey was the fact that they gave me a Christmas Ham. I did opt to take it at thanksgiving so my family would have ham all of December to eat, but still the same principles applied to the Christmas Carol and my job. I’m pretty lucky to have this job though. They treat me way better than Scrooge ever treated Cratchit. Yet I can’t help but feel a little weird counting money on Christmas Eve

comic update

So I’m moving right along with the development of my Ed comic for my submission to Zuda. I have drawn five strips and colored four of them. I did this all last week and took the weekend off. Tonight I hope to illustrate the sixth comic of the eight comic that I need to submit. The only problem is I have run into a little writers block. I drew the first five strips in less than seventy-two hours. Which is amazing for me, cause they are not small one panel comics like I normally do. Then I finally came up with the sixth comic idea last night around one thirty in the morning, because everyone knows I can’t sleep at night. I have too many owl qualities to sleep at night. Like I like to stay up and eat when it’s dark. Awesome owl ability I must say. I was going to draw it before I went to work today, but I had too many little chores and goofing off things to do before I got around to it. Oh not having school and three jobs might be hazardous to my getting things done. Can I really complain though? I love drawing and making these comics. Plus if I do get selected it’s only one a week, not five like I did last week. I can handle one a week a lot easier than five or more. How do those guys do those newspaper guys do it? Wait, most of them aren’t that great. You only have a few amazing strips in the newspaper right now. Well I’m off to my day job.

nine years

Yesterday I finally completed a nine and half year course of action. I graduated from Boise State University. This is a big thing by itself, but the road I took to finally graduating was a difficult one. I first went to business school for a year and received a Graphic Design degree. After a semester of not being able to find a job I decide to go back and get my bachelors. After one semester at Indiana State, I found a job as a designer. Then my life took so many turns and twists. Over three years later and crazy adventures I decide to go back school. The last four years I’ve been going to BSU. It’s been so crazy and odd. I’ve meet so many great people. I made friends and married the most beautiful woman in all of Idaho. That’s right; she is the most beautiful girl in all of Idaho. Nine years of random exploring and self discovery to end up with degree in Communication and a beautiful family. I could not ask for more. After leaving high school I could have never imagined my life would turn out this way. I never thought I would move west of the Mississippi again. I saw myself in Midwest for rest of my life, maybe going east, but not west. Oh how life can take you in some many different directions. Robert Frost talked about two roads; I think there are some many different roads anyone can take. I have traveled my own for the last nine years, but no longer. I now travel with my companion, my love, my wife. To say there are only two roads is a very simple view. There is no road that everyone takes. That’s just being judgmental and short sided. I took many different roads in my nine years after high school and now I will take many more roads in my life. The great adventure awaits all of us. I plan to enjoy my mine.

webcomic

I’ve decide it is time for me to make an official webcomic. I’m thinking that I will modify my Ed the Business warrior comic to do this. I just don’t know how much people like or dislike Ed comic. I’ve put many up on flickr and I’ve been putting new color copies of Ed comics on my blog. The question is whether I should do it or not. I’m planning on submitting them to Zuda comics which is part of DC comics. They use competitions to see which webcomics they plan to pick up. The problem with that is I’ve looked at who wins and who hasn’t over the last couple of years. The types that win are not the type of comics I draw or read. They do have the type of comics that draw in the competition, but they never come in first. The closest one I’ve seen is second and that was by Wes Molebash and he does amazing webcomics. I’ve been reading his different comics he rights for years now. If he can’t win with an awesome cat comic, how am I going to win with a silly business comic? Although my Ed comic has been featured on other people’s blogs before. It’s been about four since that happened, but I might be able to capture my raw Ed power again or I might just be crazy. Okay so I’m asking all of you if you think that I have the talent to do this competition. I would need your support and willingness to actually go to www.zuda.com and make a profile so you can vote for my comic. If I win, I could do this as a part time job, which would be the most amazing thing ever. So let me know.

Here’s a couple ED comics to view:

filing

I started training my replacement for Boise State Budget office assistant. The job is not as exciting as you would think, or maybe you don’t think it’s exciting. How would I know? I just file lots of different reports for the Budget office. I really don’t feel like there is a lot to show someone. I have three more days of training before I’m done working there and my replacement will be there every day I am there. I don’t dislike my replacement. I had to leave at some point and with graduation this is the time. I can’t have a work study job when I’m not in school. The only problem with my job is it not exciting. I enjoy what I do there. I get to work with lots of paper and sort them in many different ways. It can be boring, I won’t lie about that. There are days where I go in and I don’t remember what I did because I was on autopilot the entire time. I still enjoyed the job, but it’s not an exciting one. Well, if filing is boring, try watching someone file for four hours. I was instructed by my boss that I was to show my replacement how to do things and then have her do it. So for four hours I watched her file. I could have jumped out the window it was so boring. We work on the third floor, so it would do some damage. I only have three more days of watching her file to go. I’m not sure if I’m happy to have a job for three more days or to just not get out of bed. I know I will go in. I need the money and I can’t turn up such an easy resource for money. I just wish it wasn’t watching someone file. Could there be a more boring event? I’m sure there is, but I don’t really want to find out. I never want to find out.

Ed conversations 3

Really who hasn't had that dream. The raining down of sprinkles. Opening your mouth to eat as many as you can. That the kind of world I want to live in. That's the kind.

chapbook

This week I have been ignoring my school work, which is normal for me, and been focusing on Allison’s school work, which is not usual for me. About a month ago Allison asked me to illustrate her chapbook for her. I thought she called it a chatbook, which makes more sense than being called a chapbook. My friend Seej looked it up on Wikipedia to find out what a chapbook is. Wiki said, “Chapbook is a generic term to cover a particular genre of pocket-sized booklet, popular from the sixteenth through to the later part of the nineteenth century. No exact definition can be applied.” Well what I illustrated was a book of poems for Allison. She’s in an advanced poetry class and she wanted me to illustrate them for her collection. This is probably the first time I’ve ever actually illustrated something for someone else. I don’t know of anyone who writes things that need to be illustrated. It was so awesome to help Allison out. I wanted to share some of the illustrations I did for the chapbook. I hope you enjoi.

(Note to see the full sized pictures you need to click on them.)

This is the cover; the chapbook is entitled monsters of my heart. The title actually came after the drawing. It might have had some influence on the name.

This next picture is the illustration for the poem Sixteen. This poem is amazing, like all of Allison's poems. If you can figure out what the poem is about from this picture that would be awesome.





This last picture is the back cover. I actually drew this a really long time ago, but I just colored this picture this week. I felt this was a perfect endcap for the book. You would have to read the poems to understand, but it's perfect. Allison also loves trees, so it makes senses that the tree would replace a monster in the heart.



There were more illustrations, but some of them are old and one of them frames the poem it is illustrating. So this is all you get.

ed conversations 2

Why do people have to be so hurtful? Swords are an important part of any business attire. Poor Ed.