The healing power of art.

One thing I’m constantly fighting, or some might say feeding, is the preconceived notion some people have that I’m just a horrible human being with absolutely no respect for my fans and , in some cases, for human life in general.

I’ve never been the sort to defend myself in the form of arguments that try to turn a person’s opinion of me to something more in line with how I view myself because it’s, in the grand scheme of things, an act of futility, like trying to dust in a sandstorm.  Still, it makes me wonder what these critics of mine would say if they were to actually KNOW me instead of constructing their demented alternate realities with the bits and pieces I reveal of my life on my Twitter stream.

I’m not saying that everything on my Twitter isn’t a hundred percent true, because it is, but it’s also not the best way to get a sense of how wonderful I am.
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I’m going to Sacramento.

That’s right, I’m attending something called ‘Sac-Con‘ in our fine state capital this very Sunday, and I can’t wait.  Okay, I can wait, but I’ll definitely be there at this convention of sacs.

This is one of those things that, when I tell people I’m attending, I’m met with a bunch of “why are you going to that?” kind of responses.  Sure, it’s a teensy little con out in a place not exactly famed for comics, but the Deftones came from there, so it can’t be all that bad.

It’s actually the second of my “why are you going there?” conventions, the first having been the Comikaze Expo that I did earlier this month.  That one I did because a friend of mine was involved with putting on that particular show, and it was the first big convention that I could actually just walk to, so I figured why not.  It was a little too celebrity/pop culture focused for my tastes, with comics taking a sorta slummy second to everything, but it was fun and big and I met someone from ‘All That’.  I never watched more than a few minutes of All That, but I guess someone will think I’m cool for having sat in a green room with the redhead from that show.

This Sac-Con thing, aside from having a hilariously vulgar sounding name, I agreed to go to for similar reasons.  I was in Sacramento, hangin’ with fellow SLG comics goblin Chris Wisnia, talking to him about a comic idea I wanted his help on, and he asked if I knew so and so and I said yeah so and so, he’s a nice guy!  Turns out so and so puts on a lil comic convention in Sacramento and was wondering if I’d consider showing up.

I generally don’t do too many appearances a year, just Comicon in San Diego usually, but I figured I’d get to hang with some friends in Sacramento and see some people like Rikki Simons (who actually lives in L.A, but only leaves his house for conventions).  Also, the convention will be so small that I’ll strut around like I’m a fucking KING, you hear me?  I’ll point at some kid at his table and his table will burst into flames because I can do that kinda thing, okay?  Maybe I’ll just sit and sign things instead of do that fire thing because you never know what I’m gonna do next even though what I’m gonna do is probably NOT make things burst into flames supernaturally but not because I can’t.

I’ll probably have the remaining mini prints that I took with me to Comikaze Expo, so if you’re into mini prints with robots on them, lemme know and I might fold one up into an airplane and throw it directly into your face in exchange for whatever I want.  Sweet deal, I know.

Robo mini-prints for Comikaze Expo!

As four of you may know, I’ll be at the Comikaze Expo starting tomorrow, November 5-6.  I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing there, but my friend talked me into going and now I kind of hate him, so that’s pretty cool.  I’m a “guest of honor” at the thing, and that means I get to sleep with any man’s wife first on the day of their wedding.

Anyhow, as is my way, I’ll be there with a fresh clutch of customized mini-prints, just out of sight (stuffed down my pants).

This time around it’s a print with robots and an inventor lady who, I’m just gonna guess, makes robots.  Each print is signed and has a custom, leaky, floating, disembodied robot head inked right onto it by one of my body parts (I’m not telling! HEEHEE!)

Same setup as the past couple of times I’ve done this: I’ll have only 30 prints on me, each print is $35 and can be purchased after delivering unto me the password.  The password is secret, so I will tell it to you right now.

The password is “AREN’T ROBOTS JUST THE BEST?  BEEP BOOP BOOP.”

What isn’t necessary, but would be greatly appreciated is if you could say it with a kind of easy going, souther drawl as if you were sipping a mint julep and just sitting on that there porch of yours, waiting for the kids to come home only they’ll never come home because you don’t have any only you’ve just gone mad from loneliness and old age.

Also, on the Beep Boop Boop part, maybe you could do a little robot dance.  Yeah.  Yeah…you know what I like.

 If you’re planning on going, I’ll be there Saturday and Sunday signing THINGS and being on panels where I’m just confused and mumbling.  CHECK IT OUT!

Johnny the Digicidal Maniac: UPDATE DEUX

Funny, I mentioned watching Star Trek: Voyager in the last update about these JTHM digitals, had a marathon of it running while doing a lot of the scanning for the JTHM pages, and I realized that Voyager had premiered the exact same year that JTHM comics began infiltrating comic book stores around the world.

Coincidence?  YES.
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Dickless Zombie

I was talking recently about the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations and the movement in general and got onto the subject of the people who just honestly don’t give a fuck, for whatever reason, simply don’t give more than a poorly thought out joke to the idea.

Naturally, like many people, I can’t help but liken situations like these to zombie apocalypse scenarios. Shit’s simply happening, and it’s happening NOW, and though it’s not new, it’s simply broken through some pustule on the surface of what just before seemed disturbingly status quo. Naturally most people are going to not want to see the emerging threat as anything but a little interruption in their day, all the while more and more zombies are popping up. It’s probably just a bad flu variant. Whatevuh.

The general thinking is that these are the people that have to be roused, recruited so that our numbers can better confront THEIRS, but all the while THEY, the zombie hordes are just devouring us as a single minded, organized engine of horror.

At what point do you see the people that just don’t give a fuck what’s happening around them as the enemy in much the same way as the zombies. In not fighting off the zombies, they’re essentially volunteering to be murdered and reanimated as another mindless weapon of the very thing you wanted them to help you fight off.

If you leave them alone, the zombies maybe take longer to notice YOU because they’re too busy eating the dick off the guy that, seconds before, was trying to think up something funny to say in response to your warning, something along the lines of “OCCUPY WAFFLES..huh huhuhhhh..” Dickless from the start, now just screaming and dickless.

Maybe that gives you time to run to relative safety, but now you’re numbers are less than what they would have been if people had just given a shit.

On the other hand, you didn’t put a bullet in that guy’s brain. You wasted time on prince dickless knowing full well all he gave a shit about was the comfort of every distraction he managed to cocoon himself with. Dickless isn’t a bad person, but he’s sure as hell not a player in this game. He’s an NPC, and one that’s just a step away from becoming an active enemy.

I’m not saying that, when you get serious with someone, when you try to engage them in some discourse about the course of action you guys should take when the zombies are banging on the windows and all that someone can do is puke out jokes that wouldn’t even be funny in even pre-apocalyptic times, I’m not saying you should shoot them.

Just know that they only make the zombies stronger.