all contents herein created by one woman trying to avoid boredom since 1998
03.13.10
sent a bunch of comix to alfred the inmate
but they all got returned in the mail today
with the words
"ANY PUBLISHED MATERIAL MUST COME
DIRECT FROM PUBLISHER"
but the tragedy is,
i AM the fuckin publisher!!!
geez...
way to rub it in my face prison...
anyway, there's a new link on charlott's sneering mug
which now takes you to her pie face
if yer the kind of person who enjoys
more frequent updates.
which means, of course,
this page will be reserved for
RANTS
of a more personally expressive
and violently cursing nature...
though, strangely enough,
i've been feeling fairly productive,
happily self-contained
and even a little
smitten....
WHUT THUH FFFFUUCCCKKKKK!!!!????
01.23.10
received a letter from prison
informing me that maximum rock-n-roll
reviewed bitter pie #20
and it was AWESOME!!
so my theory on life
has become a mathematical equation:
for every one good thing that happens,
you have to deal with 2.3 things that suck.
this also seems to apply to men:
for every one time they treat you like an equal human being,
there are 2.3 times they act like dicks.
far be it from me to roll over and die
if some guy doesn't like me in the same way that i like him,
but GODDAMN do i ever get sick
of dudes treating me like shit.
however,
you get what you settle for
so i refuse to settle for it.
drawing the new issue of bitter pie:
#21 - jonathan livingston shitface.
...such an optimist.
12.31.09
...last night of the year....
sad. it was a fairly good one
despite crawling through the occasional pit of despair.
british comedy usually helps during
those moments though, havin' a wee giggle
after a good cry, a warm bath and a cup
of tea. then you can just get on with it.
we'll manage somehow as we always do.
writing cover letters to publishers is really fucking hard.
it's too bad there's not somebody out there
who is in a position to trade with me, i'll sing your
praises on paper and make the sun shine right
out yer ass if you can do the same for
my crap.
so, i tried to get a comix art show
at my local dive bar, BENDERS,
but after briefly thumbing over my comix,
the owner gave me a flat out no,
and then remarked,
"No one's gonna even be
INTERESTED in seeing your stuff on the walls.
People don't want to have to READ in a bar,
and it's not like it's photography or sculpture...
COMIX ARENT' EVEN REAL ART."
so in a a fit of gushing rage, i finally worked up the
courage to submit issues including
a fucking cover letter
for the SMALL PRESS SPOTLIGHT
exhibition at the CARTOON ART MUSEUM.
alas,i never heard back.
at such times, one can become
so utterly fucking filled with disdain
for how others perceive one's work
but what the fuck can you do? then
fellow artists suggest that you consider
changing your work to suit everyone else.
they have a point, i suppose,since they're
getting shows and selling their work, but...
i think i'd rather drink bleach,
settle for some really boring sex
with the grossest choad i know
and then slice my throat open.
anyway, sometimes i'm more grateful
to be infuriated and unhinged,
it makes me more productive
than being sullen and dejected,
now i paint more aggressively.
YEAH! TAKE THAT!!
so, have a happy new year.
hope you find some jerkoff to kick
squarely in the nuts for me!
i'll be at home illustrating violently
with BURNING WITCH blaring,
gloriously ripping me a new headhole.
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