INVADER ZIM Fact #31: Encounter at Bloaty-point

Can’t have a final ZIM Fact without a ST:TNG reference, right?

You can, actually, but it’s too late to go back now.

Looka that artwork up there!  Thanks to Vincent Perea for the beautiful likeness and for being one of the three people who read every single one of these entries.  Check out Vincent’s work over at HIS WEBSITE! I am currently ahead of him at a Words with Friends game by ten million points.  Vincent did all that shmancy artwork for the Misadventures of PB Winterbottom, so he’s pretty good at what he does, but he can’t match my masterful use of the word ‘fart’ for more points than he’ll ever see in a lifetime.

In case you forgot, I started writing these at the start of the month to coincide with INVADER ZIM airing for just one month only, this grizzled month that we’re now seeing come to an end.  That ZIM was actually airing I can’t say I verified with my own eyes as the only things my television is hooked up to are a power outlet, a receiver, and a variety of gaming consoles.  If ZIM was back on the air I didn’t see it, but some people have told me they’ve been watching it, enjoying it, and even not throwing up while watching it and they seemed liked reliable sorts.

I probably had more fun writing all this stuff than anyone had reading it, and that’s pretty much what it’s about – my selfish enjoyment of myself.  Still, I wanna thank the people who’ve been checking these out tirelessly and even those who can’t stand this shit but have been enjoying the show all these hundreds of years.

It’s people like you who make me a bit sorry that I don’t have anything better to finish off the month with, having counted on getting something rare and amusing to leave you off on.  The “rare” video interview with Rikki Simons, the voice of Gir,  I’ve been promising over the past weeks turned out to be sort of a bust as it’s just the usual thing only this time worse.  I searched around online for other interviews with the guy and found some pretty bad stuff on youtube, and this lil’ thing I’m uploading for you isn’t that much more informative.

Still, we had some fun, and I, for what it’s worth, this video is at least new, and I know some of you guys are just completists.  That’s something, yeah?

Anyhow, thanks again, and have fun.

Rikki Simons and Eric "da fist" Trueheart in happier pizza restaurants.

Actually, a bit of info on the video:  It’s apparently a fragment from a documentary about voice actors by “Ani-Mazing” Magazine, one of the many publications I’ve never had the pleasure of taking with me to the bathroom.  The thing never got completed, and Rikki was actually the last person the filmmakers interviewed.  That’s just what the guy told me who gave me this thing.  If you ask me, AniMAZING Magazine should have stuck with magazines because the interview sucks as far as interviews go, and the sound and camera work is just awful.  The title of this last post comes from something the interview touches on, that Rikki, besides playing the lovable GIR, also played the lovable Bloaty the Pig.

Sorry!

Anyhow, here’s the thing.  Knock your socks off if it’s your cuppa.

Until the future!

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New Tiny Phone Painting: Zombie.

Caaaaaake....I mean BRAAAAINSSSS.

My third go at using Brushes on the iPhone.  This time I thought I’d go for something more classical and take a crack at a good ol’ zombie.  I think I did a pretty good job implying that they’re walking over to eat the last living human and that the human’s name is Clancy.

Check out the video of the painting process down below.  Embedded, it’s at its proper size, but when you see it on the Vimeo site it’s maybe a thousand times too large.  Not sure why that’s happening.

Still getting used to painting with my finger. It’s like trying to paint with a marshmallow.

Tiny Zombie Painting from Chancre Scolex on Vimeo.

Supanova 3: The Signening

Try my delicious spicy chicken. You know you want to.

Waking in a puddle of my own sick, having sleep-expunged at least my stomach’s memories of the night before, I thought about the day ahead. It was Saturday, the first day of the actual signing portion of the Supanova convention.
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Supanova: The Rackening

Take THAT, you tacky heathens! Unf!

I’ll write something more detailed about Friday’s events later.  Today, Saturday, will be the first day of actual signing and cavorting with the native fans, and I’m sure I’ll get into that as well, but I wanted to get out a few things about yesterday.

I wandered around the showroom floor a little bit and checked out the area they were setting up for me to sign at.  It was your standard signing getup, complete with  flaming torches and trapdoors leading to acid vats and such.  Nothing to get too excited about.

Someone pointed out a rack of comics that would be part of the setup, half full of some but not all of my books.  Really, it was just the old school stuff : JTHM, SQUEE!, and I Feel Sick.  Dunno if they had any Jellyfists on site, but I don’t recall them being on the rack.  The rest of the books were issues of Lenore, and I pointed this out, mentioning that those were not done by me but were part of an experiment in teaching violent gorillas to channel their anger into more creative outlets.

The person I pointed this out to responded, saying they were aware of the fact that the books were not works of mine, but that the “people who buy your stuff will buy that stuff, too.”

Like Jesus and the moneylenders, I swiped the issues of Angry Gorilla Comics (Lenore) off the rack, making a huge mess of things.  I proclaimed that readers should maybe pick something new up now and then.  The last thing I want to do is to perpetuate the stereotype that my fans are just tasteless zombies without the desire to pick up more than what’s being marketed directly into their asses.  I’d rather have people genuinely like or despise what I do rather than pick it up blindly as a requirement of their “scene”.

I suggested maybe replacing them with issues of The Walking Dead, something I wish I could talk about to more people, dig?  Something I could geek out to to the people that stand in line to get my child-like scrawl on their copies of JTHM.

Just a note, though:  Pretending to be Jesus and knocking shit all over the place really doesn’t make you look that cool.  I thought it would get me chicks and respect, but mostly it got me dirty looks from the guys that had to pick everything up.  I even joined in, picking up books and saying terrible things about myself, but the damage was done.

It Came From the House of Pies.

I’m gonna level with ya – I haven’t really been drawing as much as I’d like to for awhile now, getting caught up in writing or doing video editing instead.  It’s not cool, I know, and it’s probably your fault in some way, but that’s not a thing I want to get hung up on, yeah?  

It’s not like I fear I’ll get worse at drawing if I don’t keep it going continually, but you sure as hell don’t get better when you’re not doing it at all.  Actually, that’s not really true…sometimes I’ll sit down at my drum set after a few months of just using it to hang stuff on and find that I don’t suck quite AS much as I did when last I wailed on the thing.  Still, you don’t want to neglect a thing for too long when you remember it’s actually fun so why the hell aren’t you doing it?

This is the story of how I decided to have a bit of fun while using Adobe Illustrator for a thing I don’t often use it for:  Actually drawing in.  I’d tell you to buckle up for the ride but I’ve already driven railroad spikes through your crotches like in Serpent and the Rainbow, and whole you’re screaming like Bill Pullman with a cock full of iron I’m pushing you into the fascinating hell that is the creation of ‘It Came from the House of Pies’.

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