Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Please, I love you all, and I love Critical Mass. This is my opinion. This is just a blog, not myspace. (Ha!) Though I wish Broken Sidewalk hadn't printed my quote as though it was news. Maybe ask my permission next time?
Since you're here, wanna buy something?
Monday, September 29, 2008
I'm probably too conflicted to even try to write about this, but I'm going to try.
So, on Friday my friend Pat (friend: regular at the bakery who sometimes buys me a beer and gives me free tech support) had a bit of showdown with the kids doing Critical Mass. From his side of the story, they were being purposely aggressive and he had a wedding to get to. They were taking up the whole road (which is the point of Critical Mass) and harassing him. According to him. I like Pat, and he does ride bikes, but he is also a SUV-driving Republican.
I'm going to assume that both Pat and the bike kids were in the wrong here. I agree with the principles of Critical Mass and was even thinking about going on the ride. I believe in direct action. I have done Critical Mass before and I think it's a good way to make a statement about how unfriendly cities are to cyclists and the enjoyment of life in general. For me, group rides and Critical Mass especially have been about showing how much fun bikes can be and that commuting to work or wherever can be a joyful experience. It's not about making people driving feel like jerks.
It goes without saying then that I strongly disagree with the Critical Massers who looked up Pat's address and then went out and SPRAYPAINTED HIS FUCKING CAR. How are we supposed to get anything accomplished if we repeatedly prove to this city what assholes bike riders are? Yes, I know we are better because we ride all the time. So start acting like it. Don't let your anger control you. If you want to spraypaint something, spraypaint the fucking slaughterhouse. Or McDonald's or something. People in cars aren't the enemy.
They're just cyclists who don't know it yet.
And next time you're on the internet, try doing some reading about Critical Mass and direct action. We need to make this look easy and fun and we need to look good doing it. And that'll prove a bigger point than defacing my friend's car.
Unrelated 'Firefly' tirade:
They killed Wash! I can't believe they killed Wash! He was my favorite character. (Yes, I know I'm a bit late to the whole 'Firefly' thing. I get there eventually.)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
So my friend Erica is starting a social networking site for Louisville-area queer ladies and tomorrow night is a silent auction to raise funds for this site. I have two pieces in the show. So you should come, and prove exactly how big an art whore you are.
It would mean a lot to me if JWoolard would come. (Even though I missed her video thing last week.)
This is true. I thought it was hilarious. All the charges were made this month, which is also silly, since I keep my credit card frozen in a cup of ice (so I can only use it if I plan ahead). It's been there since the beginning of August. I had to break the cup so I could call customer service.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Congratulations on being the creator of a new
Evil Plan (tm)!
Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: To show them all
To begin your plan, you must first expose a rich and powerful ceo. This will cause the world to give one another worried looks, baffled by your arrival. Who is this evil genius? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in classic black?
Next, you must seize control of the moon (ooh, tides!). This will all be done from a obsidian citadel, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will weep uncontrollably, as countless hordes of classic thugs hasten to do your every bidding.
Finally, you must reveal to the world your secret death ray, bringing about the apocalypse. Your name shall become synonymous with all that is wrong with the world, and no man will ever again dare steal your woman. Everyone will bow before your extraordinary charisma, and the world will have no choice but to elect you dictator for life.
For all you non-Louisvillians, there was a huge storm (just wind, no rain unfortunately) last Sunday that knocked down trees and power lines all over the city, leaving three quarters of the city without electricity. Somehow, my house, which is surrounded on two sides by huge old trees and questionably attached power lines, survived unscathed.
Okay, back to work. I'm trying to write and my shoulder won't stop twitching. Weird.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Yes, I'm back. No, I haven't drawn any new comics, which has been pointed out. I am actually rather busy and my downtime in Wisconsin was spent ripping my CD collection onto my computer. The good news is if you want anything put out by Polyvinyl or Saddle Creek between 1995 and 2003 or any Pavement (or Her Space Holiday. Why the fuck did I buy so much Her Space Holiday?) I probably have it and can burn you a copy.
I did make one drawing while I was gone, with my mom. Who apparently thinks that she is a tree.
My mom is actually a pretty talented artist, but instead of drawing she wanders around muddy fields talking to farmers about fescue and nitrogen ratios.
10 for Wisconsin
-seeing my fam and Jenny and Chandra
-vegan pizza with pineapple and green olives from the Glass Nickel
-New Glarus beer
-Lake Louie beer
-Whatever beer I kept drinking at Maduro (On my last night there, the bartender asked if I wanted 'my beer' like I was a regular!)
-driving (I know, I know. But through the country on a sunny day with windows down, blasting the Jealous Sound ... perfect.)
-Doing crosswords at the Mermaid Cafe with Jenny
-how badly Chandra and I suck at pool
-the suit of armor my brother made
-my new green down vest with fur-trimmed hood (that I will not be able to put on again until December)
+1 -canning tomato salsa with my mom