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Supertowned myself

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Listen, people. I gotta be honest here. If there’s one thing that I’d like to achieve in this eat-sleep-work life of mine, it’s that one day someone will draw something–a picture, a comic, a sketch, anything–in my style. And people will recognize it as such. As they say, imitation is the greatest form of flattery.

I have influences, many influences, but it’d be hard to know who by specifically looking at my work. I look to Bill Amend for color, I look to Bill Watterson for minute details in the background, I look to Gary Larson for the offbeat humor, I admire the craziness that is Robert Crumb, and I can’t deny the simple prowess that is perspective in Charles Schultz’s work. These are artists that have shaped me growing up–and even if I can’t see their guidance in my work, maybe others can. I don’t know. I just draw how I draw.

Maybe Supertown will be the ball that starts rolling. Only time will tell.

You remain turned away
Turning further every day

– “The World Has Turned and Left Me Here” by Weezer

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Written by Paul

September 9, 2009 at 10:47 pm

Posted in artwork, comics, dreams, musings

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Are You Dead?

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Some days I just wonder…

Also, curses, I forgot to draw in Osama bin Laden. I’d like to know about his status, too. Don’t you?

Baby, baby don’t treat me this way
I’m gonna make it again someday
There’s just one thing I’d like you to know
I got no more to lose if you go

– “Don’t Let Me Down Again” by Fleetwood Mac

Written by Paul

May 27, 2009 at 8:48 pm

Dreaming of an Xbox 360 and More

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EDIT: Oops. That second panel should read “I feel like if I don’t, I’ll do something rash…like buy an Xbox 360.”

Games that are specifically calling to me for the Xbox 360 are Fable 2 (you get a dog!), Oblivion (you get swords and magic spells!), and Fallout 3 (you get to be evil or good or somewhere in the middle/you get a dog!). These are the sort of games that really allow a player to…roleplay. Which is right up my alley. I love the idea of open-world games, and I’ve yet to really play one other than the early PS2 Grand Theft Auto games. Those were okay, but as you know Bob I’m a fantasy junkie. Not a car fiend. So in the mean time I’m trying to beat some ignored games from my collection and save up some cash.

But oh, if when I do get an Xbox 360, I promise y’all the first thing we will do is frolic in a field.

If you take it, I am yours

I’m up and doing circles

I’m taken, I am yours, I’m up and doing circles

– “Are You Ten Years Ago?” by Tegan and Sara

Written by Paul

November 14, 2008 at 11:30 am

Stolen Away to the World of Clothing

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If you’ve ever wondered where I get those strange story ideas of mine, this should give ya clue…

Well, she don’t care too much for vegetables
And she hates rude American men
Questions if I’m balding and I deny
And she laughs and she laughs with her friends

– “Getting By” by The Rentals

Written by Paul

October 9, 2008 at 9:09 pm

#387 – Dogwave Dream

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…and I like dogs. Go figure.

It was a busy weekend, hence the abnormality above. Will get back to the regular MyLifeComics style for the remainder of the week’s stories, which, amazingly (or sadly, depending on how you look at it), are still about the vacation. So yeah, must get a move on with them. As well as Fortuitous Twist. And Trina’s underwater extravaganza. And the short stories pleading for me to finish them. Oi…

Welcome to Monday!

Snapple Real Facts #223: The Basenji is the only type of dog that does not bark.

Has our conscience shown?
Has the sweet breeze blown?
Has all kindness gone?
Hope still lingers on.

– “The World I Know” by Collective Soul

Written by Paul

July 21, 2008 at 12:00 am

Posted in comics, doggies, dreams, musings, Photography, weirdness

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#369 – Dreaming of Willie

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Circa 2003, my best friend abandoned me. It’d probably make for a more cinematic story to say that I had no idea where he disappeared to, but the truth is I know exactly where he went. Cleveland, Ohio. Home to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and other thingies. It seems odd to suddenly have such a dream about the boy-that-couldn’t, but such is the way life works. It’s not as if I don’t think about him; I do. Yet it makes me half-itchy to find him again, to get to him, to see if everything is all right. Then again, he left me behind, and I’ll never know nor understand why. And if he was ever curious to find me, there’d be no excuses whatsoever. I’m quite Google-able. But he hasn’t and he won’t. Which is a shame, really. I treated him like the brother I didn’t have. These truly are the worst of bad dreams, the kind that seem so real and make you wake up with your heart in your throat; I hope my next dream is more fun and brimming with friendly dragons, magical quests, and beautiful maidens that sound like Regina Spektor and look like…well, Regina Spektor. But maidenly.

Cross your fingers, people!

At the edge of the rest of your life
At the end of a one-way road
I was losing everything
And tonight may never shine
If you never open your eyes
I keep this heart right next to mine

– “The Sirens Sing” by The Anniversary

Written by Paul

June 11, 2008 at 12:00 am

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#318 – Marlton Trip

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Shut your mouths, you know you like to put on silly hats in stores just as much.

So I had, yet again, another disturbing dream last night. It has thrown me for a ride, to say the least. It’s not one of my recurring ones (those involve someone shooting me in the stomach), but it does feature the recurring giant-man in it that doesn’t like to speak and would rather spend his time staring me down until I am nothing more than a shriveled piece of pale flesh.

In the dream, the featureless figure is already in my apartment, standing in the corner by my bookshelf, watching me, slowly inching his way towards my bed. Me, in the dream, knows all of this. I also, somehow, know that I’m dreaming because I’m thinking these thoughts: Ai! Wake up! Wake wake wake wake wake uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuup!

Alas, I do not wake up immediately. No, the figure shuffles closer, his hand outstretched as if to pluck my very heart from my heaving chest, and I begin with the sputtering. It feels as if my lips are made of lead, and I can barely get a word out. G-g-g-g-g-g, I go. Finally, when I do get the whole thing out, that’s the moment I wake up. I recall the word I was so desperately trying to force out as gwah. Whatever that is. Time on the clock? 5:46 A.M. Greeeeeeeeeat.

Feck a healthy breakfast this morning. I woke up later than usual, I’m feeling creeped out, and I’m going to enjoy the blazes out of a toasted bagel with buttah.

Gwah. Happy Monday.

Written by Paul

March 31, 2008 at 8:47 am