“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: February 17, 2008

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Yeah, again with the long time with the no blogging thing.

Yes, I know I missed my annual 'Fuck Valentines Day' post.

There's good reason for that.

You see, this year I actually had a GOOD Valentines Day. I know, I used to think it was a contradiction in terms too, but this year I spent Valentines Day without ONCE contemplating using a rope made of Garfield Valentines to hang myself.

Again, I didn't think it was possible either.

Anyway though, that's got a lot to do with the lack of blogging, because my relationship with K has been taking up most of my available brainpower (and the attention of certain other organs which I routinely use for thinking) and since I'm not ready to write about the relationship I haven't been writing much.

That's kinda the curse of everyone I know knowing about the blog I guess. I can't write about private stuff in anonymity because everyone that knows who I really am, including K, reads it and since I'm trying desperately not to fuck up this new relationship...

I will say this, I think things are going well and I'm happy.

Of course, I'm still broke as shit, so I kinda feel like a big, fat, sack of crap because there's a lot I'd like to do to show how happy I am that I can't do. Fortunately I've been able to mask that with charm and dashing good looks up to this point, but even I can't do that forever. I mean, I'm sure my being broke bothers me a LOT more than it bothers her (actually it doesn't seem to bother her at all, which is fortunate for me), but it just makes me realize that I need to get my freaking life back together

That actually brings me to another good reason why I've been slacking on the blogging, everyone sit down and/or grab ahold of something stable, I've been looking for a job.

Yes, a JOB. That thing with the actual working and the getting paid deal.

So if anyone in the Parkersburg WV area, Columbus OH area, or somewhere in-between knows of a job for an artist and/or writer, email me at Ford_Maverick@hotmail.com for my resume. There's lots of things I can do, but those are the two that I do best. At least, the best of the things that it's legal for me to charge money for. I'm available on a part-time, full-time, or freelance basis and since you've already seen my comics, here's an example of what I do when I get bored.

Welcome to the very first installment of:
Mad Science Corner

Yes, I spent way too much time on that graphic, but that's not what I was going to show you.

Some time back I think I mentioned that my sister asked me to make her a Halloween costume. She told me that she and a friend wanted to be Ghostbusters. She needed the uniforms and gear, but not just any gear, she wanted a 'special' backpack. Oh, and I had two weeks to come up with all of it.

This is the kind of shit I live for.

The shirt was $2 at the Army surplus store, the official movie patches were about $16 (yes, I know she put the logo in the wrong place, but we weren't going for perfect accuracy) there's assorted lights and wires in there that I just had laying around (that's right, it has working lights on it), but the cool thing is the backpack itself.

See, some time ago my sister went to Mexico for Spring Break and at Senior Frog's there was a guy that came in dressed as a Ghostbuster and he had a backpack that dispensed tequila...

What you're looking at is one of my greatest inventions ever. It's an $18 deck varnish sprayer (brand new and sterilized) attached to an old Navy re-breather backpack we got at the surplus store for $5. The result is a semi-authentic looking movie prop capable of carrying 2.5 gallons of pressurized alcohol which it can deliver from across the fucking room.

Yes, I really do kick that much ass.

So here's what Cathy did with it:

Ecto 1

As much as I'd like to I can't take credit for the car, it's someone else's CGI, but I did photoshop her in front of it.

Anyway, she ended up wearing it to a few parties, not the least of which being the annual Athens Block Party, where it seems Ghostbusters were a rather popular theme, but everyone else had shitty off-the-shelf costumes with inflatable backpacks.


As you can see, even without the backpack on, my costume (well I made it, I consider it mine) kicked ass all over everyone else's cause mine looked real and it had LIGHTS ON IT.

Why did I feel the need to put lights on it? There's a few reasons. First, well, I'm a guy and therefore doing unnecessary shit like that is part of why I exist. Second, the stuff in the movie had goddamn lights on it. But third, and most importantly I thought, is that since the backpack was going to be worn in public and as I said it has a capacity of up to 2.5 gallons of alcohol, it's a MAJOR open container violation according to the laws of, well, EVERYWHERE. I figured if it had lights on it the cops would be a little less likely to suspect that it was full of margaritas.

Yes, I am an evil genius and yes, I do realize that there is something horribly wrong with me.

That's it for now. Don't worry though, I've already got another Mad Science project ready for a future post, so fret not, I'll be back before you know it.

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