Already Got My #1

A pretty empty threat, considering how uncool MySpace has become.

Sorry About the Sucking.

I know my blog hasn't been as entertaining lately. There are two main reasons for this, one being personal and the other being that I have been working on a zine of diary comics that will cover Thunder through Derby. It will be finished by the time I leave for Portland (May 12th). Contact me if you want a copy: vlpaine (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Aw, who am I kidding. Everyone who reads this has my number. I'll just talk to you when I see you.

There Goes My Liver.

For the record, I can't really see JWoolard ever doing this.

Oh Noes!

First, I've put some new photos up on my flickr page. Check it out: flickr.com/vlpaine

I discovered the beauty of my iron-on transfer pen yesterday, so I now have the capability to make milkyboots t-shirts! Let me know if you want one, and I'll probably blush and tell you you're being fucking crazy and then do it anyway.

This conversation actually took place via text message (of course) but there's no way in hell I'm drawing that. I'm not going for realism here, people.

Yikes!!!

Samuii desune!

I got nothing to say to you bastards today. (I mean 'bastards' in the affectionate sense. Love to y'all, srsly.)

Be There.

First of all:



And then:

Hott Shit!

Virginia says I'm grounded.

It's true. I've grounded myself for the next couple days, since I was such a fucking mess last week ... and especially after Saturday night. So, no bars and I can only hang out if I'm doing productive things. I'm gonna try to pull together another zine before I leave for Portland (mostly just so I can give it to Nicole Georges).

Anyway, introducing Sir Damien Kuntz to the world of Milky Boots:



That's supposed to be a heart, by the way. I was too lazy to figure out how to change the fonts.

Whining

Just so you know, I'm posting comics for you fuckers instead of buying groceries. Also, I got three flat tires this week.

Jeph Jacques whines way more than me anyway.

O.T.P.

I don't really believe this, but Gretchen thought it was funny.

Bourbon's Better for Cryin'.

I am mad at everything today.



I'm feeling a little better now.

10 for 8
-the contract!
-Non Phixion 'The Future is Now'
-Laura Patterson, for cheering me up
-the irony of "Let's Call it Off" being directly followed by "Just What I Needed" on my shuffled playlist
-my failed dinner party
-Gretchen's successful dinner party
-The Rosebuds "Get Up Get Out"
-warm weather
-Gretchen turning 21
-When Things Fall Apart by Pema Chondron

FAQ

Sorry, Wool, no comics yet.

All the other comics I read have an FAQ section, so I wanted to do one, but of questions I actually get asked frequently. So here it is: the Milkyboots FAQ

Q. Are you from here?
A. No, I'm from Wisconsin. I moved here two years ago.

Q. Why don't you have an accent?
A. My folks are from Illinois and I grew up in a college town.

Q. Why Louisville?
A. It seemed like a neat place. Rent's cheap, there's lots of cool abandoned stuff.

Q. What can I get for you?
A. A vodka soda, no wait, a bourbon and water ... wait, shit (rifles through wallet) a PBR, I guess.

Q. What do you do?
A. Sigh. I HATE this question. I remember first being asked this in Philly, in a condescending, skeptical tone by some asshole at a bar ... I never got asked in Madison, cause everyone assumes you're a college student. What the fuck do you mean, what do I do? For fun, for money? What do you do? Go around asking people broad, pointless questions, that's what. Be more specific if you're trying to get to know me.

Ahem. I am a part-time barista. I also write, sew, knit and draw.

Q. Will you knit me something?
A. No.

Q. Are you in school?
A. No.

Q. How are you?
A. I'm alright. It's been a weird year.

Q. Are you going to Fuzion this week?
A. I don't know. I keep getting drunk and falling in love with everyone on the dance floor.

Q. Will you bring me bread?
A. Yes, I'm the bread fairy.

Q. What's your degree in?
A. I have a history degree, with an emphasis in East Asian history.

Q. Who cuts your hair?
A. JWoolard, holla!


And also, since Julia Wertz did it and I'm feeling self-absorbed, I'm going to list my nicknames and who calls me/called me them.

little sweetums (my papa)
Giniabinia (Bryan)
Ginbin (Bryan)
Virg (Lisa, Gretchen)
Ginia (various)
Ginny (you have to be special to get away with calling me this)
Virginnyninny (Mariah)
V (Dan Brouchoud)
VP (Alissa)
VA (my old boss, Tyler)
Vcard (Jolaina, Gretchen)
Bitch (Daniel)
Wifey (Liv)
Boyfriend (Amy)
Virginia Friend (Laura Read, Trevor)
Virgina/Vargina (Everyone ever. Grrrr.)

Worldly Winds

I wrote this last night while drunk:

I am awesome, fuck everyone who doesn't love me;
Everyone is awesome, fuck me for not loving them all.

And that sums it up.


This one is pretty much verbatim:

It's Arcata, Not Arcada.

Sorry I keep making messy music cumshots all over this blog, but I'm listening to the new Notwist and OH MY GOD IT IS SO GOOD. This has been a great year for me and music, but a strange year for me and everything else in the world.

This one is for my parents, who tried really hard.