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Name: Adrian
Country: United States
State: Pennsylvania
Metro: Pittsburgh
Birthday: 6/10/1979
Gender: Male
Interests: Cartoons, Pez, and my Wife. not in that order.
Expertise: Cartoons, Pez, and my Wife. not in that order. I hope.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  Rykotadakota
Member Since:
5/19/2005
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| Is there some reason everyone wants to think they know a damn thing
about Sarah Palin? None of you could have told me who was governor of
Alaska 20 days ago and now Matt Damon is a F***ing expert? Oh, but he's
a big celebrity, so he obviously understands what the average American
needs and wants. Yeah, he hasn't been bought and sold as a commodity
wrapped in flesh like the rest of hollywood, right? He's pals with
Kevin Smith, that utter tosspot soapbox for relativist garbage, so I'm
sure he's credible. This is utter tripe. Please stop bothering everyone
with this nonsense, seriously. Go back to your little holes and wait
for your TV to tell you who the good guys are, as usual. Don't act like
you're doing anything else. You aren't. Get over yourselves.
Damon says he wants to know if she attempted to ban books. I don't care, there are books in the world that ought to be banned--unless you think the publishing houses should be run on the sole consideration of what books will sell, and with no thought as to the morality of the content. That's a fast track to classics such as "Five-Year-Olds I'd Like To Bonk." I'm not even credibly sure that the whole Palin-vs-librarian thing occurred, but if it did, and that's the best power-abuse struggle the media can scrape up against a person who makes a living in politics, lemme tell ya, that's pretty small potatoes.
Then Damon wants to know about her views on Dinosaurs.
DINOsaurs? c'mon-- who cares? Well, Matt Damon, I guess. I guess he thinks they're coming back, and we ought to be informed about them. But Obama's OK
to be president. A guy who clamors for partial-birth abortion, which is
basically the out and out killing of an infant by crushing the head or
throat, if you don't know. That's scarier than a woman about whom all
we can say is that she has kids and lives in Alaska. Since when is being a mother (or "hockey mom" if you love labels) a prerequisite to being a fool?
Is that what everyone really believes? That the suits really do know
better than we, the people? Because that's what's being said here; that
some college-fed, silver spoon jackass with a degree in Bullsh** and a
diploma from the associated press is smarter and more trustworthy than
a person who raises a family.
I'm sick of being told what I
want/need by madison avenue and capital hill. Screw those guys. I don't
work for them, little as they might like it, they work for ME. So if
Mr. Smith (or Mrs. Smith) is going to Washington, so be it. It's about time.
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| So...it's election year. And again, as every four years, everyone's trying to ruin my great autumn season with worthless politics. Just leave me alone; it's all tripe and garbage. You want me to take a stand? here's my stand:
I like the gray in John Stewart's hair. It
reminds me that he is dying and that I will live to spit on his grave.
That is a very comforting thought.
None of
the items on the Daily Show are, have ever been or most likely will ever
be anything but useless sound bytes and slap-dash edited political
nonesuch. There has never been anything remotely useful or informative
on that program, or indeed on nearly any such program, left-wing or right-wing.
There is no sense telling people who want to hear that Obama is great
that he is an utter fraud. They are already sold, the same way they are
sold cheesy crackers: they saw it on TV. There is no sense telling
people that McCain is not much better. They will say, "no one else has
a chance; it's a two party system." The complete destruction of the
last fiber of democracy and hope for America will have come when the
people, through silence or sheep-like indulgence of fools such as we
have for present candidates, prove this to be true.
Short version:
I prefer the sound of falling leaves to flapping jaws.
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| I need to address the projects I've mentioned on this site before, and state where I am on them, so here goes:
Angelo Inc: this is the main event; the panel strip I intend to premiere on my site and update regularly once I establish it. After much hullabaloo, I hope to re-launch the website in late summer/early fall and start from strip 001, updating three times a week, with an occasional "sunday" strip updated on saturdays. The first 23 strips are drawn, but not yet inked. I will be discussing the relaunch format with my web designer this week.
All the other projects are on hold until I untangle this one, but I hope to work on them in the following order:
1. Joley Solar #1 (formerly titles "Jersey Girl" until that Kevin Smith abomination surfaced)
This is going to be a sci-fi superhero comedy/action series, and hopefully a bit of alright, though I admit I'll be learning as I go, as comic book art is not as easy for me as comic strip art.
2. Joey & Fetch (tentative title)
This one's bound to be a bit slow coming out of the gate; it's a visually intensive (hopefully) offering about a backwoods mutt and the metropolitan cat who is his best friend. Sappy? probly a little. I'm hoping to evoke a bit of the Pogo feeling with this one, but not to the extent that would make it a knock-off. It won't be nearly as political, for one thing. Politics is about money and power, and neither is of much account to me.
3. Sunny & Sonja#1
Written already, needs a re-write/re-draw. Got the consent of original Sonja/creator of the two lead characters, LX Van Drie, and she's with me all the way on this project. This one's a bit adult, so I might disclaimer it so parents don't get the wrong idea. It's not too dirty, but it's very suggestive in places, and frankly I would expect kids to be bored by it.
that's all for now! More as it gels. Ohter projects mentioned on site have not been forgotten, but these are the ones I'm starting with.
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| Can we all just agree that when Roger Ebert, Gene Siskel or any of the other cockroaches that write reviews--and what the heck, anyone else, too--uses the phrase "coming-of-age" to describe a story, all it means is, "gee, this person had an interesting life n'stuff." Coming of age is one of the dumbest concepts ever devised by a sentient being. As if it were something of an accomplishment to get older. I'm sorry, but being a kid and then being an adolecent and then becoming an adult is a matter of taking in oxygen and breathing out CO2 and it does not impress me. The film I heard this abominable phrase in reference to most recently is Persepolis, a film about a young girl in 1970's Iran. The film traces the girl's life through the changes in her country; through idealisms and other phases humans go through. I will be watching it in about ten minutes. I have read the graphic novels it's based on, so I know roughly what to expect. I was not overly impressed by the source material, but as a cartoonist, I find its art style entreating, and I look forward to the film--it looks crisp and inventive. But the story is just one of a thousand everyday agnostic trash-tales, and nothing to rave about. Certainly nothing approaching "a woman who indeed does come of age, and magnificently," as Roger Ebert, the Toad-like toady of the Hollywood Left, states.
Now, let's be clear. I am going to watch this movie, and I'd lay good money to the notion that I will enjoy it. I understand that everyone's values are not mine, and I'm no censor. I want to hear her story, not my own. I'm into it, see? I want this film in my life, and have invited it into my living room. I'm ready to hear things I won't agree with along with things I do agree with, and sometimes, both at once. But I don't give a tinker's cuss to watch a woman "come of age," magnificently or no. That's stupid. And it's an excuse to see children as less than people; to see them as works-in-progess, an equally disgusting idea, and just the sort of thinking that lets unstable, violent people think they can use children to whatever sick purposes suit them in dark alleys. Or on the Disney channel.
I suppose a proponent would say that by "come of age" the writer of a column might mean, "takes on the trials of life and meets them," but I doubt any reviewer of pop media would know he/she was saying that, even if they did agree with it. We're just supposed to swallow this trite phrase, like we're supposed to think it's good that we have something called "chewy nougut" in our candy bars. Like being chewy is any excuse for being some weird form of glucose probably produced by the regurgitation of space vultures. Certainly the regurgitations of such vultures as R. Ebert are bad enough to be swallowing.
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| Alright, seriously. I'm not imbecilic; I know that world hunger, child abuse, domestic violence and the like are very serious problems. I don't take them lightly, and I tend to prefer charities that give relief to these situations. That said, please, everybody in the whole freaking world, STOP sending me emails and clips and advertisements intended to "raise" my consciousness about these things. I don't want to watch ten minutes of dying children, abused family members or women dying of cancer. I know they're there. I see them often enough when my mind wanders at work (and that's a lot, Jack.) It's not like I never consider the pain of others. But I don't need it with my corn flakes or while trying to see what out-of-town friends are doing.
Got it?
Now get outta here, Sally Struthers.
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