drink & moan & diss.

Victim is supposed to every second Saturday of the month, however it seems to get moved around to bewtween the second & third Saturdays, which is okay. I guess.

This time it's the first Saturday of the month, which sucks for two reasons. One because we wanted Cutso to be the guest dj but he can't because he does Music Machine at Sofa the first Saturday of the month which me & Mike also like to go to.

& two, because I have way less time to do the flyer. AND they didnt even tell us that Victim is on September 2nd, we just happened to look on their website & it was up there. fucking ay.

Actually I have to have this flyer done by Thursday & I havent even started on it yet. yay.

& this has nothing to do with nothing.

Dude. I think I want these. But I dont know if I could pull them off. :/

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i haven't posted any drawings lately cuz i havent really been drawing aside from shit to put on flyers. will post more as they come.

it's going out today, fool.

& damn, i just realized i need a new layout so i can post pictures wider than 330px. >:[

So, me, mike (Basura) & Jen (Cinderaura) got a monthly dance night at this bar by my house. It's called DISUKO (japanese for disco). We'll mostly be playing Post Punk/New Wave/Indie/Electro & mike has some crazy Mash-ups. I'm workign on teh fliers right now. This is what i got so far. I still gotta do the back & add some more info. When I do, i'll post that shit.


EDIT: here's our mypsace profile. add us.

p.s. I haven't been on theis piece for a hella days. goodtimes.

i want to draw pictures of people. people running & screaming. stabbed in teh back. terror! i mean, i dont really want to draw that, but that's all i can think of lately. or at least that's what comes out when i put the paper to pen.

what the heck? am i a prepubescent boy? am i an acne faced 15 year old? that's what i used to draw in high school. classmates, faculty, janitorial staff. dead, dying, hair ablaze trying to run from my pencil's pestilence. but failing. miserably.

but seriously, i'm not a teenager anymore. where is all this angst spouting from? will i ever grow up? is it something that just happens, or is growing up like everything else, something you have to work on? cuz if so, that's some bullshit & i'll probably be 15 until i'm 30.

i haven't written here in a long time for the simple fact that i have nothing to say. nothing worth while at least.

nada.
zip.
zilch.

& i dont believe in posting a bunch of filler crap either. but 'what the fuck is this?' you might ask.

to that i say 'fuck you.'
& 'listen to this shit'.


beth gibbons - sand river

cranes - perfect world.

mamas & the papas - california dreamin'

lovin' spoonful - coconut grove

castaways - liar liar

3 inches of blood - fear on the bridge (upon the boiling sea)

Ever sing at the top of your lungs in your car on the way to work? yeah, that's a sin. one of the seven deadly ones. it's vanity. you just love to hear the sound of your own voice don't you, you concieted asshole.

The point is, there's not much you can get away with nowaydays, we're all going to hell. It's like getting your Bachelors degree in life & ending up in the same shitty job as everyone else. Some may be at the top of class, some may be in remedial studies. Doesn't matter. we're all going to the same place.

Going to hell is going to be like a big gigantor class reunion, but without all the nice refreshments. so see you fuck fucks in hell.

last night I went to the book store to buy the new ready made & the juxtapoz, the black & white issue featuring ilustrations by Pushead. but they had neither.

so i spent a couple hours browsing through a few other mags & looking at illustraition & design books. I saw a couple of books I couldn't pass up & I ended up spending 144 bucks.

oh well. here's the shit I got:


The Art Of Getting Over by Stephen Powers featuring work by Suroc, Kadism & Amaze. (brian you are jealous)



Grafitti World: Street Art from Five Continents
by Nicholas Ganz. I'd never seen this book, but with 347 color pages, I had to get it (Again, brian you are jealous).



Rethink Redesign Reconstruct by Mark Wasserman of Plinko Studios