Monthly Archives: February 2010

Pre-Game Lobby

So last month, maybe two months ago (hard to keep track of time when you’re thousands of years old, get what I’m sayin’?) 2K games sends out one of those probes, not unlike the one they send down to Hoth at the start of Empire.  I fucking LOVED that probe when I was a kid, all the arms and the lenses – it was pretty much my kind of probe, ya know?

Anyhow, the 2K probe showed up and asked if I’d be interested in doing one of those Xbox Live things where you play a certain game with fans, in this case playing Bioshock 2 with people.  Now, if you’re in the know, which you are (this is where I ruffle your hair good-naturedly, then wink at you and creep the living fuck out of you) you know that I’m kind of known for being somewhat bemused by the general perception of my fans.  I’m not exactly known for having a huge audience of gamers so much as I am for attracting people who were apparently taken over by parasites that only now forming the connections to their hosts’ communication centers.

That’s not saying they’re all like that!  It’s just that there are so many that those are the ones that make the most noise when I say things like “Some of these people make me sick to my stomach” or other such passing comments based on HARD FACT.  And a few are gamers, even!  That group of folks that showed up at PAX – awesome people.  Lovely, polite, and either uninfected or inhabited by parasites that have been around long enough to be able to convey thoughts and ideas without making everyone around them incredibly uncomfortable!  Man…I miss those people.

But then I got to thinking about it:  What if the people I end up playing with ARE the hideous ones, the ones that think that everything I say or do is a reference to my own work, as if I am constantly bathing in a stew of self reference?  The object of the game is to light these people on fire and shoot them in the face!  What better matchup, what better pairing of differing aspirations?!

So I said yes and I’m sure it’ll be fine and I’m sure I’ll get my bloody ass kicked bloody because I’m not that good at the multiplayer in that game from what I have experienced.  I’ve played it a bit and it’s a more old-school, bang your dead before you turn around to see who is filling you with lead kind of game.  But I hope to get in a few lucky shots.

Still, I’m not entirely sure how this whole thing is supposed to go down.  I had assumed it would be me in a lobby of constantly rotating fans, going into matches and then playing a different group each time.  But I realize that that’s not how Xbox Live works.  There’s no real way to mediate this other than to do it myself, so that’s going to be a bit odd and somewhat clumsy the way I am thinking of it.  If I accept a game invite, will I simply be playing with that one person that invited me as well as a bunch of people who don’t  necessarily want to play with me but have been thrown into the mix by the matching process?

And if I am in a party, and invite people that have sent friend requests, do I tell them all to leave after each match and then fill it with more people?  Very time consuming if that’s the case.  Now I wonder how all those other luminaries feature on the dashboard have dealt with this and other mysteries.

Ah, well.  I’ll tell you how it went down after it goes down later tonight.  Back to work.

Some Scud Art For Sale! Awwgahd!

He who controls the ink, controls the universe.

So I’ve been trying to get my original artwork situation in check, and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s probably NOT supposed to be all over the floor or crumpled to plug up those weird gaps in the garage door to keep birds from getting into my house.  People come over and express horror at how I take care of my original drawings and sketches, screaming at me to not store old comic pages in pickle jars that are still half full of brine.

I’ve NEVER actually sold any of my original comic stuff, keeping it sequestered away in a closet somewhere, but these odd strays get out, things I did for other people’s books or album covers and such, and those are the ones that just pile up on top of my scanner getting weird, black dust all over them.  So this is the first of some art auctions I figure might clean things up a bit around here.

So this Scud page I did for Rob Schrab gets to be the first, and that’s fine, because Rob’s a monstrous man, and having this around is just a hideous reminder of that.  Just having it near me gets me all clammy, thinking of the way he looks at you with those weird eyes of his.

Holy shit I’m getting all uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Go HERE if you’re interested. (In the art, not the Schrab)

Signing off.

BUGS. BUGS. BUGS.

Just a quick bit to show you some artwork I did for a certain rapping robot friend of mine a wee while ago.  Saw it mentioned on a comic website earlier and figured it was now okay to reveal it TO THE WORLD.

There ya go.  The keen-eyed of you lot will notice that it’s for MC Frontalot’s new album ‘ZERO DAY‘.  Interesting fact about Frontalot:  He is actually a magical pair of sentient glasses!  That’s right, Frontalot IS the glasses, glasses that simply require an empty vessel of flesh and bone to scoot around in, not unlike Krang.

Isn’t science fucking amazing?

Anyhow, there it is, and that’s that.  I’m happy with the piece, and what’s fun is that it looks damn fine in a myriad of color variants.  I’m planning on doing a few limited run screen prints of this piece, and I’ll let you know when and where you can grab one of those when the time is right.  Until then, try not to go mad with desire waiting for one, yeah?  I KNOW IT’S HARD.

Before I sign off, I just want to postulate the theory that the meatbot idea might just be misinformation thrown out by THE GLASSES so nosy types don’t sniff out the hideous possibility of the flesh conveyance not being empty, but in fact quite conscious of having been hijacked by a parasite of sorts.  Could it be that the being we all know as Frontalot is the unholy product of two separate creatures united, one unwillingly, to present the illusion of a single being?  I believe this is very possible, as once, at PAX, I walked in on the unsettling scene of Frontalot screaming into a bathroom mirror in a public restroom, screaming to be released from this unceasing hell of his, and something about why oh why did he have to hunt down that fallen meteorite that fateful summer night.

Ah, well.  Who cares, right?

Like I said: SCREEN PRINTS.