I may be exaggerating a little bit. There wasn’t THAT much blood. But still, I am convinced that my cat, as beautiful and lovely as he is, is trying to kill me in my sleep. Even as I sit here typing this, he is just sitting on the floor next to me… staring. Not blinking at all. Not looking away. Just staring longingly into my soul. No more catnip for that little fucker. Haha.
For fans of Chuck Palahniuk’s work, you will happy to hear that his latest Kickstarter campaign to fund a movie based on his novel Lullaby(one of my personal favorites of his) has reached it’s goal of $250,000. Wooh. I am pretty fucking psyched about it. If you are interested, absolutely drop a donation on the page. There are some pretty badass prizes in store for you, depending on how much you donate. Every little bit helps them, and dropping $25 gets you a digital download of the movie as soon as it is released. That definitely doesn’t suck.
Don’t hate, but this is my fucking jaaaaaam.
I mean it too. If you have never experienced the shower beer, I highly recommend it. For real ya dingus, stop what you are doing right now, crack a beer, and go hop in the shower. You can thank me later.
I like that Bit has a “Herbal Essences” look on his face here. Pretty much sums up how I felt during the thought process that went into this comic right before I drew it. 😛
I would like to write more about this post, but game two of the Stanley cup finals is on, and we are currently in overtime. Go Sharks. 😀
Time means nothing(I absolutely fucking adore this music video).
Truth be told, there was no dilemma, and I absolutely bought two of them. I regret nothing.
Not a whole lot to say about this post I suppose. It’s been kind of an odd week, and I’m glad it’s coming to a close(3 day weekend, bitches!). Everyone enjoy your memorial day weekend. I should have a new comic up before the weekend is out. 🙂
I’m not usually into the whole “Stoner Metal” genre, but I kind of dig this song… and the music video is fucking RAD.
Truth be told, even though it was a rather odd exchange, it was probably the highlight of my day. I wish I could have captured her face in that moment. It was as if she did not know how to react in the slightest. I mean, I personally have never worked in a convenient store or market, but I don’t think it is everyday that one of your customers offers you… well anything I suppose, but especially not something they are there to buy. You are there to serve a single purpose, take their money, and get them out of the store so you can take the next customer’s money, and the cycle repeats. I offered some of my food mostly as a joke, but when she accepted, I was more than happy to oblige. I’m sure there are also rules against it as well, because she kept looking around to see if anyone was watching before she indulged on that gloriously golden brown potato segment.
I don’t know. It’s not about being virtuous or noble, but it did make me feel good about myself in a very, very odd way. I try to look at it from her perspective. Your job fucking sucks. You don’t get a lunch break for another 4 hours(which I found a bit unsettling. What normal human eats lunch at fucking 5:00?!). You are feeling pretty hungry, but you have to wait it out. Here comes some skeezy ass looking skinny guy that is covered in piercings with an awfully unkempt beard, looking like he hasn’t slept a full night in three days because he probably hasn’t, and out of every jackass in this cesspit of capitalist dogma, he actually offers you something… Something that has never happened to you before since you started working here. “Wow, what a nice guy.”
what a nice guy…
I suppose that is what I strive for. I didn’t do much of anything. I didn’t change the world. But you know, one random stranger that I will more than likely never encounter again thinks I’m a nice guy, and I find a strange solace in that.
God damn, I truly overthink every decision I make, and everyyyy aspect of my life. It’s a curse. Potato wedges are tasty, and should be shared with others. Let’s just leave it at that.
Kickin’ it old school tonight. Really takes me back. 🙂
True story. I swear it was like something out of a movie. I wanted that couch too, god dammit. Haha.
The text in this comic was penned by my good friend/roomate Luke Black, because my handwriting is a god damn atrocity. I don’t think he will be doing the text for every comic, but you may see a back and forth trend between writings in the future. He is a phenominal artist as well, so follow him on the Instagrams and shit.
Got a couple more comics penned out and pretty much good to go, so I will have them up soooooooooon.
3 Minute intro. It’s worth it, I promise.
Best date ever, honestly. 😛
I am really enjoying making these comics with just pen right now. I don’t know. It’s funny to look back at all of the old comics on this site from when I was actually uploading shit regularly, and just seeing how much my style has changed over the years. I started out using a tablet and photoshop, and for a brief stint of time, I was using Illustrator exclusively, which became a bit boring for me. As a full time graphic designer, Illustrator is kind of my home. I work in it every single day, all day, and it is comfortable. That was why I had decided to make the switch to vector comics instead of raster based using PS… but, it kind of became my downfall. Again, I work in AI all day, so it got to the point that when I would get home from work and sit down to start working on a comic… Well, I was still working. It became less of a fun thing that I enjoy to do in my free time, and more of a strenuous freelance client that is always fucking breathing down your neck. I just lost interest, and the site went down for a while.
But I digress. I like this new direction. I like the way just black and white comics look, I like that there are stray pen marks and visible errors riddled throughout the comic, I like that they don’t take hours to work on… I don’t know. I am enjoying myself again, and I think I am going to really strive to keep it up. Stay tuned, bitches. 🙂
All jokes about smart phones reducing people today to having attention spans that can be measured in nano seconds, it was actually pretty fun. 😛
God fucking dammit. I really, really want to start making actual comics regularly again, but alas, there is just not enough time in the days anymore. So, I’ve decided I am going to start uploading little doodles like this that I do from time to time under the title “The Inner Workings”. It’s funny, before I started Pixel Failure what seems like ages ago(Shit, it was actually 7 years ago when I sketched out the first one… and I’ve only finished 30 or so comics? I suck. Haha), I had a few different ideas for webcomics that I was constantly working on. A few I actually made and uploaded to various websites(*shudder*), but most just remain as concepts in my sketchbooks to this day. One of the first comics I ever tried to make was called “The Inner Workings”. You see, growing up I always liked to keep journals, and whenever I was feeling depressed or anxious, I would just jot down everything that was going on in my life at that moment. It may seem silly, but it was just always something that helped me deal with myself in a constructive way. It was also always interesting to go back and re-read old entries, although oftentimes it was embarrassing even to myself. The concept for TIW was simple. It was essentially going to be an illustrated journal based on whatever was going on in my brain at that moment. I sketched out maybe 8-9 comics based on this idea, but I really didn’t like them. They were too symbolic and deep, and honestly just difficult to understand if you weren’t me. I remember showing a few to some friends, and just seeing no reaction because they literally couldn’t understand what was going on in the comic. Literally, one comic involved a home invasion and the protagonist waking up from the loud noise, only to realize he had wet the bed, yelling out “oh no, not again!”, and this was somehow supposed to symbolize relationship troubles… It was convoluted as fuck, obscenely overthought, and it made me feel pretentious when I would say “what do you mean you don’t get it?! It’s so obvious!”(You also have to keep in mind, I was like 15 at the time. Haha.) So, ultimately I scrapped the idea completely, but I always liked the name, and I have always wanted to use it for something… So, here we are. It will be incorporated into PF basically as shorts instead of full fledged comics. Random musings or autobiographical events in my day that I found significant. Instead of a symbolic illustration of a journal entry, I’m thinking they will legitimately just be hastily drawn journal entries, if you will. I don’t know yet, I just had the idea tonight. It makes me excited though, because I really think if I start going this route, I can for one start having a somewhat regular upload schedule again(since they don’t take that much time to scribble down), and two regain my interest in PF, inspiring me to actually buckle down and fucking make comics again.
But probably not, because, you know… Adulthood and responsibilities and stuff.
Do you wanna take me on?