Unbound

Long story short, I was miserable, I moved, and now I'm not.  It took a while and a lot of work but I got here.  I had been trying to do this stuff for three decades so hard work and dedication and relentlessness and ignoring assholes was always the job.  And being really good was always the goal.  I have never prescribed to the idea of being just good enough and making a living at this stuff.  No, it's actually a talent contest.  And you can never be the best, because there isn't a best, just different(I have a story that really kicked my ass about that, I'll get to it in a moment).

You have to keep trying and keep getting better and never stop.  So I did that.  But sure, I almost stopped.  And it almost killed me.

Actually everything is going great.  Now.  But, unfortunately you get here from encouragement or discouragement and I got here from the latter.  And lots of pain.  I'll get into all the fun stuff but the road there was the hard part(why I haven't been talkative for so long).  I'm just saying all this because otherwise you'll think this ends really badly.  It hasn't so far.  It's going good again, I guess.  But here's how I got there.

Art Or Death

I couldn't write.  I could barely draw.  I had no one to talk to.  I lost hope and my lifelong belief in me doing art, acting, or writing.  In the end, I had a horrible few months and I reached out, non dramatically to talk to anyone, or at least the people who said they were there for me, and the only thing I heard was complete ignorance of who I was or what I was doing.  And the people I called never called me back.  I was as unimportant to the people around me as I could possibly be. I wasn't even worth a phone call.

So I admitted it to myself, if anyone ever cared about me my life would be completely different.

What's the solution to that?  Meet people who give a shit about you.  Who actually care about what happens to you.  Who see something in you.  Who care that you exist.

People think saying they are there for you means anything.  It doesn't.  It's not being there.  It's not knowing someone.  It's bullshit.

There were friends who I was not close to who I feel bad I left, but I had to cut that place out of my life.

Because when everyone thinks you are nothing, no matter what you have done, it makes you think you are nothing.


And that day I reached out, and wasn't worth the call back, I knew I needed to meet one person in my life who understands me and cares(besides my sister who is the best ever).

I started to really see that no one understood the basics of what I was doing(making a career and life). In fact I had nothing to offer them, and really, they had even less to offer me.

I had wasted my life and the proof was I had no one to talk to about anything.

And that day I booked a room and started moving. Knowing I'd rather die anywhere else.

Some more bad shit happened.  Other people, closer to me showed how unimportant I was to them.  Talking to people became impossible.  When I said I was suicidal I heard I don't care, when I said I was working hard to make art, people asked why, when I helped a friend and did all I could do for her I got treated worse than any white asshole, which was the norm for me there.

It was good to know the truth and not get sucked in by people who say they care but are never there for you.  My friends didn't even see I was hurting as I was slowly degenerating in front of them.  That was what I knew of caring.


I could feel myself dying.  I could feel the need for drugs and drink.  I could feel the gun not far enough away.  And no hope.  No one believed in me and my belief, my fire was barely even a pilot light anymore.  No art, no life.

And no one had fire.  No one cared.  No one tried.  And they hated me for doing that.  For being that.  Make movies, make comics, adopt a kid, sell a house, do your dreams for a living, shut up who cares.  But even if I sucked at it all I thought I did some good things, shut up who cares.  That's the people I knew.

And that was it.  That was what was killing me.  No one liked art like me.  No one was on fire like me.  But they are out there.  People like that. I believe in that.



The Promise

I made a promise to myself a promise of survival.  Of hope.  Of something I never had.  There are people out there who feel the same.  I just didn't know them.  They were out there.

I had a muse for a reason.  It was a stand.  It was an irredeemable statement I felt on a gut level.  Something so stupidly unrelenting about me.  A feeling.  I didn't know what it was.  Maybe a look.  No.  Something else.  And my life was so shitty that the ghost of attraction between me and someone was more than anything I'd felt in many years.  So, even to me it seemed really fictional.

But then something was confirmed.  There was something.  It was there.  Some recognition between us.  Like we spoke another language.  Some secret language.  And my frustration was that no one else did.

And it took moving to figure it out.

It was fire.  The kind that eats you up inside to do something.  To live and love life.  To not slow down.  Slowing down kills us like it does sharks.

And there it was.  I was a shark.  And people ten years younger than me were getting married and having babies.  No.  That shits for afterwards.  I need to move.  I need to make.

I promised myself I'd never lose my fire again.  I promised myself I'd never slow down again until I'm good and fucking done.  And the woman I want with me would have to be just as fucking intense.

That was the language.  That was what we saw in each other.  Fire.

And now I will never see her again.  But I won't forget the fire.  I won't lose it in me again, so it takes one person in the world to see it.  I'll throw gasoline on it and let it explode instead.  And I'll find someone to share that with.


The long vacation

I used my savings to move into a long term hotel and put everything I ever own into storage.  It was two miles away from the beach cities of south LA.

I went to the beach almost everyday.  Made a tradition out of drinking Irish whiskeys and Guinness at sunset while I wrote and tried to figure out what the hell I am doing.

My sister helped me with the move which was really hard, plus I have my cat Oliver and my new pet, given to me by my sister, a ferret named Monkey.  I was feeling a little better, but still a little aimless from how quick it all was.

Acting was now a memory.  I had worked on writing my comic for more than a year but my life gave me zero motivation to actually do it.

Of course people here are different.

Bizarro World

First off everyone was nice.  Especially the women. I had said before and no one gave a shit in the Bay Area, but in LA they always treated me the same, really well(even when I was way heavier).  But all this time dreaming of moving here, I kind of assumed that I had made that shit up.  No.  It's true.

At the same time I guess it helps that I don't bother with shallow people so I'm only meeting people who are nice, super intelligent, or super talented, and because I have been lucky, they have usually been all three.

Sure I was alone, but now I didn't feel like a non person.  I was more alone where I grew up and no one cared, than I am here.  And I was just starting so now I had hope again.

I started taking 2 yoga classes weekly because being an artist isn't a physical profession and truthfully I am going to have to take my clothes off to act at some point so I need everything to get tight.  And it's been working better than going to the gym.  I've been slimming down for two years(I've lost about 40 pounds or more) and I never wanted to keep any bulk, but I did want muscles and Yogas been the best.

I then started figuring out the new game plan.

The Art Plan

No one really gave a shit about my art or me doing art or anything approaching the curiosity one would have towards art.  But I still remembered the art and stories that had inspired me.  The artists and actors and writers and directors.  To me they were all one thing, creators.

And if there was anything I believed in it is creating things.  So, follow my gut and feel it out.  Feel everything, embrace myself for all my flaws and whatever I can do.  What my true potential is.  I went back to my foundations.

I relearned how to sketch.  I brought back my lifelong goal to make a science fiction epic that has some sort of intelligent thing to say.  I read science articles everyday for more than a year.  I made a hundred page wikipedia(only on my computer) of every idea and character and just whittled it down to some realistic structure and then added and subtracted.  By the end of a year and a half(I had started this last year) I had a solid ten chapters with beginning middle and end, and promises of what will come in the next volume.  I was in love with my characters and started drawing.

I did make it a goal to somehow use going to Morrisoncon, a comic convention in honor of the great comic writer Grant Morrison, as a way to help kick start my comics work.  It was more intimate than other conventions, everyone there was creative in some way.  Me being shy as hell and never having the pleasure of talking about art with anyone for very long(outside of friends from the comic book store I used to work at a decade ago) it took me a while.  I had just really let myself go with these pages, just vomited my art onto those pages.


Art Like Sex

I had tried to force a sort of lust for art in me in order to draw.  That perfect feeling of making art(no matter the medium, acting, music, painting, ice skating), where your brain is totally devoted to it like sex.  It was in that state I made the pages I show here.

I felt if it was as lustful and done by the gut as possible, I could reach something honest.  And my art changed.  It became more me.

And then that's when I learned the most wonderful, masked as horrible lesson.

I finally got to see the original art of some of my favorites.  And guess what?  With all my hard work, all the mental effort I put into these pages, they looked nothing like my idols.  Not even the basics were similar.  I was crushed.  How could I have tried so hard and not make anything that looks like my favorite artists.  I sulked back to my room at the hotel I was staying at(where the convention was being held, the Hard Rock in Vegas).  I decided I needed to take a good hard look at my stuff before I show anyone, because it clearly didn't do whatever those guys did(look perfect).  I took out the pages, looked at them, confused because they still didn't suck.  They were just chaos.

But maybe that was me.  Maybe that was what I had to accept.  I had to accept it to draw the pages, I had to accept it to make the complicated story, to even decide to draw all that shit.  To let it just be there in my mind before I draw it. I couldn't hold back.

The next day I showed my favorite artist and he kind of stopped for a second, didn't say anything, then looked at me really seriously and said I really like this.  This is really good art.  After that I was so happy I was almost crying.

I met other people.  Artists.  Writers.  Movie makers.  I saw the fire again.  And other people had it.

I needed more.

The Movie Plan

I had momentum.  I had hope.  And maybe a little more than hope.  Maybe this is now reality.  So it was time to test it.  Stretch the rare luck I just found.

Who knows, maybe it isn't luck.  Maybe it's three decades of work.

So I applied to a great acting school.  I walked in told them I am going to act whether I have to make a movie myself. I already did that. I just want to be as good as possible.  I got in.

It's really intensive and dedicated.  I've met the most talented, intelligent people in my life here.  Some of them working actors, some like me with experience, but basically an amateur and some who were new to it.  But my teachers have pushed us to become real actors.

What I consider real acting, isn't putting on an act, it is seeming to be as natural as possible in front of the camera no matter what you are doing.  So I picked this school carefully.  It helped that the only training I was familiar with was from David Mamets book True Or False(seriously David fucking Mamet wrote an acting book I read like fifteen years ago).  I think he went to the New York version of the same school.

These people had fire.  And all my teachers want is to get that out of me.  As much as possible.  And that's all I want.  To let loose with complete abandon.  There is a point where you feel so naked but at the same time you don't feel it at all, because you are so in the moment that the emotion is real, and whatever is happening around you doesn't matter at all, just that feeling you have with the other actor.

I've seen people do things that I've only seen only award winning actors do.    I'm not there yet, but I've touched it.  I always call it make up sex, because its the same satisfying feeling afterwards.  But I've noticed that when I have felt it its almost been like losing control, or feeling an imaginary feeling so intense it gives you a physical and emotional reaction.  Once I had to act afraid and my face was doing all the work by itself because I was in the moment, not trying to pretend something, just losing control to the feeling.  Haven't had sex lately but I'm sure that will be a little more intense.

Anyway, this is by far my favorite learning experience. And I now truly see that there are sort of levels you get to.  Things that you can now do.  Things you see you can do with just a little more effort, practice, and push from the teachers.

One more thing.  I'm not a big fan of authority mainly because most people I met are fucking stupid.  But my teachers at this school are so impossibly intelligent and on point second by second I can only wish to one day be that perceptive.  They probably have no idea how much I admire them.

And the women...

Yes, the women here are beyond gorgeous.  In fact, its weird, because you have to be so talented and driven to do this stuff that looks really don't matter.  I'd be offended to reduce any of these women to how they look. They are way beyond that, and now I can really see.

And I have met many women out here with passion and fire. People with that much fire can sort of see it, so we got along.  I'm not looking, I'm just waiting for the girl with as much fire as I want(all of it), and while these girls got a lot, I'm not sure if they have enough.  Except for one or two who I'd be stupid to ignore, but I'm keeping mum on that, because holy shit, so awesome they sound made up.

Crazytown

I just moved into a nice studio that isn't small and somehow I fit everything in there and still have nice floor space(wooden floors!).  The hiking trail two blocks behind my place is the best in LA.(to the left of the sign) That was luck, because this was the only landlord who wasn't a flake.  I didn't even know completely where I was moving.  Sure it happened to be one of the most famous streets.  But I'm within five miles of half the attractions in LA.  I have a ten minute drive to get to the valley.  I could take Sunset straight to the ocean(the Californians). The best comic store here is like five minutes away, the best 2 theatres are five minutes, or a ten minute walk.  Every place you'd ever want to shop is within 15 minutes of my place.  Its nuts.  The neighborhood is nice and somehow even though I am 2 blocks from the main strip the traffic on my street in front of my apartment isn't so bad.

Projects

So I have the science fiction comic almost ready for the proposal stage.  I'm working on an 8 page Thought Balloon Man story about letting loose and drawing the science fiction comic, all the drama that was going on in my lonely head that month. It's self contained, but could be used as a transitional chapter in the TBM graphic novel.  Which would be about ending that life and starting another, that was always the ending so technically that story is either done, or whatever is happening with me now is the end, I'm rooting for love strangely enough, even though I find it horrifying now.

I'm thinking of writing some new stuff to direct now that I know a bunch of actors.  That is technically the next step.  Or someone can give me money to make a Brooks Laughton movie.  Believe me I only hinted at about a quarter of where I was going with that. The screenplay I got a third of the way through had almost none of the stuff in my shorts or that commercial(that stuff was all later in the story).

Anyway, I'm happy.  And I'm just starting.

Adrian

The Bloody Nine

The First Law

I finished reading Joe Abercrombies The First Law Trilogy.  First off I loved it.  I think it's the best dark fantasy since A Game Of Thrones(And I read a lot of good ones actually: The Name Of The Wind, The Warded Man, Mistborn, Jonathan Strange And Mister Norrel, Perdido Street Station, the Scar, The Thunderer, The Etched City, Banewreaker and it's sequel, and others).  But aside from Game Of Thrones, nothing else is what I was looking for personally, more than The First Law Trilogy.

I first started reading fantasy again in the mid 90's after a customer at the place I was working heard me ranting about how trite I felt it all was.  He suggested A Game Of Thrones and then I loved it so much I got nearly twenty of my friends personally into it.  This one though, this one is a little more complicated, suggestion-wise.

I love the tropes of various genres, but not the restricting expectations.  I've always felt that Fantasy was almost the opposite of Science Fiction/Speculative Fiction.  SF focused generally on future complications of todays world.  Fantasy had nothing to do with todays, tomorrows, or lots of times even yesterdays.  It was pure freedom.  At the same time pure freedom can sometimes lead to thousands of massive tomes about elf/orc conflicts, or more unicorn nonsense or some shit.  I had no interest in stories that had no philosophical correlation with real life.  A Game Of Thrones did.  It felt real.  It felt realer and more honest and more brutal than any historical drama.  And it covers a medieval time when people had to live much harsher lives.  It presented hard truths about life that we have long forgotten but still echo in our own behavior.

And thats what The First Law does.  But in the darkest ways possible.  Abercrombie lives by one of the characters golden rules, "You have to be realistic."

This is one of those books where there is no way of saying how great it is without mentioning some of the characters.  There is Logan Ninefingers, the lost barbarian from the north who has all the makings of a great hero, except his past is so bad he may never be anything but a villain, and that may be the only way he can ever win or lose.  Jezel, the most vain character I have ever read.  A handsome swashbuckler, and at the same time his character arc was surprisingly deep in very unexpected ways(not the cliched ways). Glotka,  the merciless, nearly crippled torturor who was once a great hero, and now is way beyond evil, but is surrounded by people who are worse.  Strangely enough, one of the most hilarious, cunning, sympathetic and unsympathetic characters I have ever read.  I have never feared a characters decision making as much as this character.  Not because it was irrational, but because it was coldy rational, and brutal, yet somehow, many times, laugh out loud funny.  My humor must be in the morgue because I laughed at these books more than any other I can think of.  There were scenes that were so brutal I couldn't believe I thought they were so funny.  And then other times where stuff got so hairy my hands were practically shaking they were so ready to turn the page and find out what happens next even if its the worst thing possible.

Other characters of note is the extremely lethal woman, Ferro.  The military captain in the worst situations ever, West.  He really was working on being one of my favorites, but I think I like "The Bloody Nine" the most, even above Glotka.  The scary and manipulative legendary wizard Bayez.  Fenris, The Feared.  Dogman was an unexpected character I liked.  All of the Named Men were pretty cool especially Black Dow.  The treacherous yet casually honest mercenary Cosca was hilarious.  Ardee, totally my type of girl, tragic, dark, feisty, sexy, and hard as all hell.

These characters are some of the most fascinating I have come across in any genre/non-genre.  These are original characters, with conflicts I just hadn't seen before.  It's funny because it does all seem like it would be predictable, but Abercrombie hates you for thinking that and proves you wrong in the most delightfully hateful ways.  He twists the knife.  This is not for the squeamish.  Everyone is villainous in it comparable to our modern day culture.  But that's what makes this so much smarter than the fantastical ways we build up heroes.  The heroes in this are usually heroes of circumstance.  It never forgets the real stories behind heroes are much darker and fraught with tragic mistakes than we like to remember.  Killers are rarely perfect.

These are reviews for each book in the Trilogy.  I left out spoilers, and the stuff I mentioned so far really gives little clue to what happens.

The Blade Itself

I only read this book because I was writing a lot of villains in a story and they had very different motives and personalities.  At some point in the writing it became about all the different reasons one would end up being a villain and how those old reasons would lead to unexpected present catastrophes.  I read The Name Of The Wind(an excellent book) to see someone's original take on the makings of a great hero.  And the word of mouth seemed to be that The Blade Itself, the first in the First Law Trilogy might be a good thing to read to get a good gauge of how to write dark characters.  And I was more right than I could imagine.  In fact after reading Joe Abercrombie, I just need to up my game.  In these three books Abercrombie convinced me he was a master of characterization.

But that's where I have my flimsy(in retrospect) complaint.  This first book, while amazing, and breathlessly paced once it starts going, only shows the tip of the iceberg where the grand plot is concerned. It's all there.  But only after reading the third book did I really understand all the things that happened, and why, in the first book.

But, think if it this way, I finished reading this book in love with the characters, scared for their lives, not knowing where the hell this was all going, let alone what a third book would even be about, and hungering for more.

The same day I started reading the next book.

Before We Are Hanged

This may be the ultimate middle book in a trilogy.  So much happens in it, at the risk of so many lives.  Wars are fought, great distances are travelled, nothing you expect happens and just in case you expected that, he adds on many more layers of unexpected stuff.

I actually liked this book more than the first.  It was way bigger, and the sense of scope and total despair of the situations on a constantly changing basis left me forced to read nonstop.  Every decision was a lethal one.

It was so big and so good, I almost had no idea what the third book could possibly have in it.  So I had to read it.  I think I held out a day.  I don't like reading books by the same author or in the same genre in a row, because I think it's good to diversify, but these books were so entertaining it was like being a kid and watching Star Wars and then being told you could just pop in the sequel Empire Strikes Back.  If you never saw those movies and you still didn't want to watch the next one, you were not a boy with a soul.  It's just like that.  At this point you are all in with these maniacs, you have to see them out of this world, whether it ends badly for them or not(and at this point, in the books, things were looking far from good).

The Last Argument Of Kings

I remember buying the first book and seeing this title for the third.  As I read the books I wondered what in the story would warrant such a grand title.  Even with all the war and the epic vastness of this little world, I didn't know.  And boy does Abercrombie back up that title with huge plot twists.  There was a point about half way through the book where after so many consistent answers and awesome climaxes, I thought it was over.  But then things kept going and twisting.

This book is one of the best conclusions to any trilogy that I am aware of.  It has some open ended things.  But as there are two more books out in the same world after this, and I think I heard something about a second trilogy someday(I assume with only a few returning characters in a different epic story).

In fact the reason I bought the first book besides to read some good villains, was because Abercrombie wrote a book called The Heroes about a single battle over three days for one hill.  And it was set in this pitch black universe.  Now, having read the trilogy, and understanding the basic idea behind what that battle will be about and how it will all be written, it is my most anticipated book to read.

But next(chronologically), I have to read Best Served Cold, a way bigger stand alone novel than I would have expected, about even darker mercenaries plotting revenge.  I think I'll either love it or it will be too depressing(but I loved the Road by Cormac Macarthy, so I doubt it will be too dark for me).

Joe Abercrombie is one of the few people I look up to.  He is that good.  Him, Neil Degrasse Tyson, Loius CK, George R. R. Martin, etc.  People whose skills are high and would be very hard to surpass.  So, in other words, my highest recommendation, as long as you don't mind getting a little blood on your hands.  For real, these are violent, dark decisions in these books.  If you ever rooted for Stringer Bell or Omar on the Wire this book is for you. If your favorite characters in A Game Of Thrones are Tyrion, the Hound, Jaime Lannister, and Theon, then congratulations, these will be your favorite books ever.  Not for the faint of heart.

The Bloody Nine

The drawing is of the Bloody Nine, a character(my favorite) in the novel who has a horrifying dark side.  He is the dude, not the big monster dude.  That's Fenris The Feared.  This was practice I do to get better skills.  I actually drew this on the back of a half inked page I didn't like.  For some reason I really loved the way the great narrator Steven Pacey portrayed one character who kept calling the Bloody Nine the beloved of the moon(like that meant he couldn't lose).  It was loony, endearing, and catchy.  I listened to the audio book while looking for apartments in LA and doing the drive up and down.  Pacey was excellent.  I tried to make him as savage as he is in the book.  Those are tattoos all over Fenris's non armored half.

Mononeucleosis

This one girl called me up yesterday and told me she had mono.  I had hung out with her a few months back and then last week(on my fucking birthday) got really sick.  It was just extreme allergies but she got me all paranoid.  I'm fine and don't have it.  She told me I could have gotten it from sharing food or drinks with her. With our history, I couldn't help saying, "sure, but no one was ever going to believe that story."  I included the epic song Mononucleosis by Ween.

Humanoids Of The Deep

I basically watched this because it was one of the weird first horror movies I remembered from my youth. I basically remembered it because it had naked boobs and some chick gives birth to a seaman(ironically).   First off, its straight up crap.  But I have a serious obsession with pretty little sea side towns(like when I spent time in Pasadena just a few weeks ago).  And Humanoids Of The deep is all about that.  I lived in Pacifica on the coast near San Francisco and I loved it there, so movies like Goonies, The Fog(the original of course, and that one I like because it features the town Inverness which is beautiful, and my favorite place Drake's Bay), and this one were of that time in that similar kind of place that felt most like home to me.  Its still a shit movie.  But whatever I just wanted to see any 80's horror movie in a place I like.  Although there is one scene worth mentioning where this ventriloquist's dummy talks a naughty girl into stripping.  That part was raaaad.  I mean, in terms of wild shit that ventriloquists dummies pull, I thought this was pretty smooth.

The Last Exorcism

I liked this found footage horror movie.  It's about a documentary crew following this guy as he does this exorcism of this little girl.  He is a famous hot young reverend and he is going to expose the truth about himself, he is a fraud.  He doesn't really do exorcism, he doesn't believe in god, and he knows these yokels with their possessed children are just stupid and confused.  Except of course he is wrong.  And so things get creepy.  It was an entertaining little independent horror movie and it was a slow burn so it actually worked pretty damn well and it ended with a big payoff.

Now I'm reading Vernor Vinge's Rainbow's End.  He's a great futurist and he's wasted no time blowing my mind already.

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Labyrinthian Five Minute Mini-Epics

I was working on a painting today and I added some oil paint and then I looked at my "clean" carpet, covered in paint stains, and remembered I wasn't getting my security deposit back after they see those.  I then remembered back when I was doing most of my oil paintings back when I was losing weight and not leaving my apartment at all(I barely leave now, but back then I sequestered myself in my apartment and forced myself to not even be around tempting food.  After a while it got so I didn't eat that much when the diet ended, but I was like a wild beast.  I kept my hygiene up, but other than that I was covered in oil paint, shaggy, half insane with passion from having been stuck inside so long focusing on art and theory.   I think that was when I stopped looking to meet anyone because all I was looking for was that crazy passion in people.  They either had it or they didn't.  It made other people seem boring.  I felt like the half naked, paint covered insane guy high on art(and not eating, and also a lot of pot) all the time.  I really still do.  And it was how weirdly vague and blurry those oil paints were.  Losing myself in the transparent way I would have to build up the opacity of the paint over time.  Lost in that time.  Just trying to build up the colors, like bringing them out of a mist.  Or just putting a gelatinous blob on the canvas with a bold stroke.  Not blending at all, just letting the color stand on it's own brilliance.

That's what oil painting reminds me of.

Chinchilla

My sister bought the cutest Chinchilla ever.  Plus it looks a lot like my cat.  I asked her if she only like gray furry things, because she also was the one who brought home my cat Oliver who is the exact same weird gray color.  I have to admit the Chinchilla was softer.  But Ollie is smarter, so there.  Anyway, my sister showed me the Chinchillas favorite thing, it's dust bath.  Yeah.  The moment she put it down the guy ran into it and started flipping over in barrel rolls.  And then stopping and sneezing.  And then whipping itself around in this little clear box with fine dust in it.  I was laughing so fucking hard.  It was beyond adorable.

Interview

I got to do an interview today. Wow, how my ego has waited for the moment people started asking me questions.  Because all my answers are labyrinthian five minute mini-epics.  A kid from highschool needed to profile someone who does comics.  I technically do(as in I will be published very soon).  Anyway, he asked me questions like what got me into comics and why I chose it as a profession and what kind of education one would need to do it(like learning not to make run on sentences or putting everything in parenthesis, and proper punctuation, all of the things I wish I learned).  The thing is I think about this stuff all the time for years.  So that was fun.

Comics

I have started drawing on a good schedule and finishing pages on a regular basis.  Right now I am pencilling 5 pages a week and inking about five(I am beihind schedule on the inking so I'm not inking the same pages I finished penciliing.  Basically when I get that all on schedule I will start drawing Thought Balloon Man pages on the side.  And after Talented(the work for hire comic) is done I'll probably finish August, then start my science fiction comic and do the rest of Thought Balloon Man on the side(August is a chapter of it, it covers about five years of my life with every bit of weirdness and fun and awkwardness thrown in).

I've spent almost a year working on my next project.  It's really science fiction heavy with an emphasis on futurism and how that affects crime/society and our humanity(but yeah there is a bunch of punching and shooting, too).  I specifically wanted to make some unique and fascinating characters with pasts that reflect their futures.  I felt everyone was being lazy in their writing and not producing the graphic novels I grew up with.  Just bland copies or sequels, or worse yet prequels(I'm looking at you Before Watchmen).  Making shitty derivative work that doesn't spark imaginations is not how to sell your book or make fans.  I want to do something new.  And I may have found that something new in this story.  So I'm really excited about it and I love writing the main character.

Doppleganger


I went to this place and there was this girl working.  And she looked a lot like an ex girlfriend. She was working at this place.  And when I ordered I just looked at her like "Don't you recognize me?  We totally used to do it.  We're good.  Remember?"  Of course she didn't since she had never seen me before.  But she must have wondered why I had that look in my eye.  So then every time I went in afterwards I would look at her like that.  Eventually she got it that there was some weird communication going on.  Finally we started flirting, I couldn't help it, I felt that sensation like why are my hands not all over your body right now.  I must have been just pheromoning the shit out of that room. Finally one day I saw her with her boyfriend(or some dude) and I was like, nah fuck this shit.

I'm just thinking about all this because this sharp eyed young girl flirted with me today and it just confused me because I was probably too old for her but then again she was exactly what I like.  I think she immediately caught me being strangely flustered when I saw her.  I was only flustered for like three seconds, but I think she thought that was how I am, which is true, but at the same time, I am really flirtatious now a days(a pleasant by-product of not giving a fuck).  But after a minute I thought she looked really young and even though she was totally hot, I started thinking that flirting with her may be wrong or something, plus all her co-workers know me so it's weird.  God, I'm bad with women.  I mean, we're not even talking about kissing let alone sex, or even a relationship.  Just flirting.  Pathetic.  Whatever, I'm moving anyway.

I went out with a friend one night.  She was talking about her boy troubles and I was giving her advice.  She asked why I wasn't interested in anyone(we were around people at a bar).   I said because as far as I know, after 30 years of memory, 95% of it in northern California, girls up here, really don't like me.  She didn't believe me.  And after all my advice about these other guys she finally asked me, if all guys are like that, then how come you aren't coming on to me.  I did say all her problems was because she was attractive, and guys act stupid, so she must have been wondering what I was thinking.  I told her that truthfully, I would be doing everything in my power to get into her pants right now, if I wasn't moving, and the next thing I was going to say was "and because you don't like me enough", but that sounded like I was looking for sympathy or some shit so I said, "and because you're fucking that guy over there."  She laughed because it was actually true.  A few minutes passed and a girl I had a crush on many years ago walked in.  I was happy to see her so I went up and said hi, after all it's not like my affections are secret and anyway it had been years since I'd even seen her, but we knew each other for a long time.  I tried to talk  to her but she wasn't paying attention and she everything I said got a reply of "yeah" or "oh".  She was so uninterested in my very existence, regardless of how much I had changed and grown, regardless of how much weight I lost, and even regardless of my personality(which good or bad is at least hard to ignore).  I was less than nothing.  She introduced me to her gorgeous friend(who is friends with like 5 girls I know from completely different, and lots of times weird places).  But I was so deflated by the whole thing I just said hi to the friend and looked at this girl like, this is all you got, this nothing, that's all you got to give, and said, "Okay, see you whenever."  I walked back to my friend, sighed with a sad smile, took a bow, and said, "That's how much women in Northern California like me."

I think the only time I feel alive is around women I like, so most of the time I just don't feel alive.  I'd say maybe it's just me, but then I think about it and why the fuck would being alone ever feel passionate, and worse yet, why would I waste my time with someone who isn't.  So I'll just remain passionate and hopefully I'll barrel into someone who courses with energy, because that's what I like, even though I have rarely met those people.

Movies

I think moving was worrying me a little(I will have a hold on a place by  this weekend, somehow or another, even if they then reject me) so I wanted to make sure my life was all in order because I'm not coming back(nothing here for me) and I don't want to be bored in Southern California.  Luckily I have been making movies and acting for a good ten years so I have contacts and got to speak with a casting agent who threw me a bone to get into her agency(so they could get me jobs acting).  In a funny way, acting isn't the most important thing because I need to leverage all the actors and production people I know to try to get my own production started(which is why I made those shorts and commercials for my own movies in the first place, so I could meet those people and know how to do it better than others).

You have to stack up all your potential advantages because we all know there are hundreds of things to get in the way.  I see many people have one plan.  I make several.

My other options are working on friends projects(my friends who are writers and directors).  Or if worse comes to worse I know people who can hook me up for pre-production movies and get me a union card.  And that's if I want to ignore my whole comic career.

I still have to do headshots and of course get that apartment to start this rolling.  Me and my friends even talked about making a new acting reel(because I was thirty pounds heavier in my old stuff).  But that would involve filming up here and I don't have enough people willing to act up here(even though all they'd have to do is say a line or two and nod their head).  A friend told me I should do a scene as a conquistador seducing a woman.  I really wanted to film that.  But I'm probably only going to do headshots because all that stuff would take time and I have to move this month.

But I think it's funny what other people would cast me as.

Adrian

P.S.: Many years from now, after i've done my science fiction/futurist comic, I have to do Tooth And Nail(my samurai comic, with some weird tie ins), and finally I will do my fantasy comic, Red Sands.  It's a fantasy in two worlds throughout about three thousand years and ends in a Western.  I was drawing the sketch up there of the main character, Axl.  I thought that since he is black and I like the way the paper brings that out, wouldn't it be cool if the whole comic was done on tinted paper.  I've never seen a whole series done on tinted paper with painted highlights.  This idea is almost twenty years old so it's not going anywhere.  Maybe someday I'll do a tinted comic.

Memoria

"A good storyteller stabs you right in the heart.  But a great storyteller twists the knife afterwards." A drunken Christmas rant from me that probably steals from some better quote.

I went down to LA for New Years and had a great time.  It is almost heartbreaking to me how different people treat me here.  They are very nice and sweet and women I am attracted to actually tend to like me back.

I hung out with a girl I once was seeing and she said how does it feel to be a small fish in a big pond?  And it was weird because the truth was I barely have my existence acknowledged in my home town, but down in LA girls treat me waaaaay better.  Everyone just seems to want to have fun, which is all I care about anyway.

I went shopping for new clothes because all my old clothes were now too big for me.  And they don't fuck around with the clothes here.  The women are dressed so fucking nice.  They seem to be into asses and legs as much as I am.  I saw jeans and high heels that were the best things ever.  And the shorts, oh the shorts.  They just prove my phrase from this summer about LA: asscrease is the new cleavage.  Seriously.  I have never complained to myself about seeing the underside of a bun in tiny shorts.

Later, I went to a French restaurant and lusted over the late forty year old owner who I declared my future wife would have to be like(French girls, sigh).

Then I hung out with that girl I mentioned, and as always she was entertainingly insane.  Somehow she ended up showing me the most pornographic pictures I have ever seen of anyone I have known.  Which is funny, because I'm just thinking, oh yeah I remember all that.  I could have obviously gotten laid but I wasn't feeling good(hung over) so instead I went home.  I mean, shit, I'm in LA, people don't hate me here, I can wait for someone who is more compatible(I did already go out with this girl, so I know).  But she's cool and fun to hang out with.

On New Years eve me and my buddy were supposed to go to one party but we couldn't find it, so we went to the next one, which was his girl and her mainly gay friends.  And I had a blast.  They were all so fun and two of them were going to the acting school I wanted to go to.  I think one guy, this gay male model was testing out if he could turn me.  I'm thinking the whole time, this is the most open minded do whatever I want portion of my life, and I'm just not feeling it and not because the guy was unattractive, but because men don't attract me at all.  I just knew if I ever wanted to do that this would have been it and I still didn't at all.  Seriously the thought of touching men makes my nose wrinkle involuntarily.  Not in homophobia, but just in I don't like guys touching me.  It was when he started talking about how sensitive his cock is that I was like, this dudes trying to test the waters with me and I can't even help it.  And I'm just straight.  I started to figure it out when his friends kept thinking something was happening because we were outside in the dark(see how fucking dense I am when someone is sending me signals, jeez).   But he was an interesting dude and he was telling me he almost wishes he was straight because sex with women is better(his words).  He had some opinions I had never heard.

So of course I immediately gravitated towards one girl.  She was about 5 foot three, curvy, extremely spanish, almost hot spanish soap actress looking, in a tight red dress with a flower in her hair, and with the sweetest most emotional eyes.  I was texting a girl, and really being hard on myself because I knew I shouldn't.  She's taken and I should move on with my life, but for some reason I just had to.  It was the simplest, most mundane text message but I felt like such an idiot sending it for some reason.  I kept writing happy new year, and then erasing it and closing my phone and saying to myself stop being a fucking idiot and let it go, but eventually I sent it anyway.  I have learned that obeying my gut instinct tends to actually work out with me because I'm not stupid.  Last time I trusted my instincts some crazy awesome coincidences happened(I mean cosmic kind of crazy).  But still.

I looked up, and basically this girl is doing the exact same thing.  We were both looking at our phones like, how stupid are we trying to talk to people who probably will never be in our lives.  So I started talking to her.  She told me about this guy in San Francisco who wasn't treating her good enough.  And I looked at her and said, I'm from there, and if that guy thinks for a second he can ever find a girl like you up there he is a fucking idiot.  Then I went a got myself a drink.  Figured she could ruminate on that for a bit.

Later on my friend mentioned she wanted to find out how to keep in touch.  Nothing happened, but we were into each other, clearly. We got to that party late so she was sobering up and I was like I can talk to this girl as I get progressively stupider and she gets progressively smarter and fuck this whole thing up or be a pussy and sober up just to talk to her, so instead I quietly got drunk  and danced and smoked.   I know I was dancing with her to Material Girl and we were laughing later on.  It was just a great time.

At some point I met this guy who was really shy and had a really funny awkward and subdued sense of humor.  But it worked and I thought he was hilarious.  I'm the kind of guy who is one of the loudest dudes at a party, but I also want everyone to feel welcome and happy, so since he was quiet I tried to kind of loosen him up(mainly because I saw a lot of myself in him).  I think he tried to get with my spanish chick, but luckily she was more into me after we talked a little, because later on I saw the dude was a ripped personal trainer(in the slim sense).  I told him I was moving down and since I already work out three to four days a week I might as well get a trainer and do it right.  He said the only thing is it wouldn't be in a gym.  And I said fine.  And he said it would be on the beach and in the mountains.  I said I am specifically starting my whole life over and my only requirements is that I am by the hills, trees, and the beach.  So I think we're good.

I woke up in a different apartment, on the couch sleeping under my jacket and feeling like I needed to puke.  I took the 45 minute drive home and was trying hard not to. Right now I am writing this from my hotel room where I'm just trying to get over this hang over so I can paint the picture(up above) on Zuma beach today.  I'm just not that much of a drinker anymore.

Memoria

This is one of my favorite memories of 2011.  It was just an awesome day all around, but this one moment I had to draw now.

I was with a girl I really like and we were hanging out drinking a few beers.  She walked into a dark room and me, being alive and all, decided to walk into the dark room with the hot girl, figuring nothing disagreeable was likely to happen.  She sat down at this piano, I found a chair next to it.  She played this devastating sad song in the dark.  I could only see moonlight on her through the window.  It was a quiet moment in the dark with someone I like just feeling the music.  I felt calm like I hadn't in years.  It didn't even occur to me until later that the only time anyone played piano around me and I just sat and listened was when I lived with my sister and she would sporadically play our families piano.  I was raising her and I would always be doing something else, but she would come in and start playing.  And I would never stop her no matter what I was doing. Because it was beautiful.  And it felt like home.  This girl in the dark had no idea any of this would mean anything to me.  But it meant everything.

After a while it was those chords ringing out and the moonlit outline that was left.  My mind never really captured her, not even a portion enough to remember her right the next day.  I draw and I draw but all I can get out is the vague outline my mind can hold.  But, in the dark room, the silver blue light was like seeing a painting. Like she was a living outline of piano chords ringing the music into the dark.

I'm driving back up to the bay area after I look at a few apartments.  I'm pretty sure this is it.

- Adrian

Now Wait For Last Year

I drew one picture on this post on a table at Za's(a pizza place in Oakland) in crayon.  My friend Paul was up from LA and I drew him when he was busy eating the garlic bread.  I think I drew him last time I was there and posted it(maybe two years ago).

Who Is Jake Ellis

The comic Who Is Jake Ellis written by Nathan Edmondson and drawn by Tonci Zonic is highly recommended.  My problems with the projects that people put out in comics comes down to the same thing with Hollywood movies, they are all gimmicks with little substance besides combining two different things(zombies and Pride And Prejudice for example).  Who Is Jake Ellis is actually original.  A story you can't just turn on your tv to see or buy a random book to read.  It's about a guy who is on the run from secret agencies out to kill him.  He has one advantage, an omnipresent voice in his head that is actually watching out for him and might have been put there by the same people chasing him.  It's a fun read and the art is fantastic.  Tonci Zonjic's art is reminiscent of Alex Toth while still being completely his(I mention Toth because those who know comic art know Toth is one of the all time masters of simplicity in design).  Zonjic may be a master.  He is new enough to me that I can't quite bring myself to say it, but I can't think of anyone besides Mike Mignola(Hellboy) who can fill a page with nothing but the most essential elements, breaking everything down to lines, or blocks of black or white.  Every panel, simple, elegant, and with the perfect amount of information(basically the opposite of how I draw things, which means it looks great).


Movies

When I made my independent movie, The Dead Next Door(and no it's not about zombies), I made up a character named Jesse Dozens.  The actor really liked the character and begged me to write more stuff for him(he got stabbed in the movie, but didn't necessarily die).  I think I may have even written a short with Dozens and a character named Shithouse, where I played a guy named Navarone(as in "Guns Of -").

I've been losing weight and working out to do some acting when I move to southern LA.  Either for my movie childSTAR(as Brookes Laughton) or in parts I'm interested in.  I have the added luxury of being a director and writer so I can make my own projects instead of beg to be in others(not to mention all my director friends who will let me act).  My plan hinged on a few things, getting Jesse Dozens(the guy who played him) to get me into some auditions(he's been on True Blood before), and to work with my friend to get money for childSTAR(the friend who worked on the Avengers movie and for CBS, he was also the main villain in my movie, a part I wrote for myself and decided he would do better).

So this thanksgiving me and him had a meeting for most of the day where we read my screenplay(it's 60-something pages, but only 30 finished pages, when it's done it will be around 100-120 pages).  It was funny because if you know me and my work I am very megalomaniacal about it so I won't change things for any reasons other than my own, which includes others reasons if they can convince me, but usually I make such an intricate web of reasons for doing things so particularly, that others reasons only destroy my work.  This time though me and him had a bunch of new ideas or ways to reinforce some very serious themes while being funny as hell and trying to be as unpredictable as possible.  I know when he read that screenplay he had no idea it went that direction.  It's not about making another childstar burnout movie, or making a movie with me as the lead, it is about making a fucking awesome movie that I get to be a part of.

Many times people look for things to hold themselves back.  I do it subconsciously. I have ridiculous confidence now, but certain things surprise me, in how little confidence I must feel in the face of overwhelming evidence.  Both those guys are my friends and partners and both have done jobs I only dream about, and technically, I can even do those things.  Just not here in the Bay Area.

So I was surprised to watch Community the other day, after writing up how much I love it, they brought on Nick Kroll, one of my favorite comedians now a days, and to his right was one of the lead actors in my movie, the Dead Next Door.  I directed that guys first death scene.  I drove to LA to film in Venice Beach with him.  It's weird to see the people you came up with making it.

So yeah I got to move.

Downstairs

I need to have more sex.  I haven't been a fraction of the naughty I needed to be in my life.  Don't get me wrong I am horny as shit.  Of course I need to meet women I am attracted to in order to do that(who are not involved.  I haven't had anything close to romantic this year or last).  It's definitely time to move unless I never want to be with anyone ever again.

I guess my downstairs neighbor digs me, but I have no idea if she is single of not.  I saw her the other day and she dyed her hair so I had no idea who it was I just know I wanted it. Then she saw me checking her out and gave me a naughty grin and I realized it was my formerly blond downstairs neighbor.  I've only seen that girl for about a total of 5 minutes tops in the year she's lived here, but those 5 minutes have had some really hardcore flirting, with a minimum of actual words.

The first time I met her was because her funny little cute dog ran up to me and started weaving between my arms and legs in mad happiness.  I started playing with the little dog because it was so funny, and that made me start to laugh a bunch.  I looked up and the dog's master was my downstairs neighbor.  5 foot 9, mid twenties, slim, great ass(hey I always see her walking the dog, she's earned it).  Anyway she caught me playing with her dog.  I said a few things and we looked at each other with that look like there was something.  So the next time I saw her I had just gotten home and saw her parking her car.  I cursed the fact I got home about 1 minute too early, and then was going to let it go and resign my self to the fact I won't be able to talk to her, when a thought occurred to me, a sneaky thought.  I went downstairs to get my mail.  I looked at every piece of mail, inspecting it like I was a responsible adult who pays attention to those envelopes with the red final notice painted across the top, gained not a bit of insight, and out of my peripheral vision I saw the blond girl go to her door, pause for a second, look at me, and then decide to go check her mail.  We flirted and got a good glimpse of each other.  From there I knew it was on between me and her. Unfortunately I've only seen her about twice since then.  But each time we gave each other the most knowing looks.  When I am testing a girl(now that they don't scare me anymore) I sometimes give them the look that says, "I would fuck the living hell out of you, but I won't because I don't give a shit at all…so you're going to have to make me give a shit."  But this girl I don't even give that look to, I straight up look at her like, "We both know what we're going to do."

I don't know how to explain what kind of blonds I like.  It's easier for me to explain what kind I don't like.  But I guess I've been nostalgic lately and been sort of on a blond kick ever since this neighbor has been giving me that look.

I was talking to my best friend in junior high and when he mentioned how he used to carpool with one of my crushes, 20 something years melted away and I mumbled under my breath, fuckin jerk, take my girl away, and all my jealousy came back.  He has two kids and a wife, and I'm like "fuck you dude, you know how bad I wanted her".  But he agreed that decades later my tastes were impeccable.  In retrospect maybe I didn't like very many blonds.  Maybe I just liked a very few and that got ruined and I never looked back.

My new rule is I won't waste a second of thought on someone who doesn't like me enough.  Notice I'm still single, so the reality of that is obvious.  But at the same time, there were girls who dug me, but one girl couldn't take her eyes of me(and I couldn't take my eyes of her).

I went out on Thanksgiving week to hang out with that friend and figured I hadn't hung out or met women in many months so I should and at least get an idea of if I had made any progress in my life or just was the same loser as always.  Plus, lets face it I came perilously close to crushing again lately and needed to not think about certain women and relationships that will never happen.  I need to find a girl who likes me enough, plain and simple.  Just enough.  Luckily, I did get attention, but that's where the rule comes in.  Attention is nice and flirting is fun, but after all the pain I've been through with women I'm not exactly all that trustful of them.  So I basically disregarded any attention unless a girl really dug me.  At least I had the faith that if a girl really liked me I'd know it and it would be different than the other girls.

So I went out and eventually I did run into a girl who did like me "enough."  She was so much my type(dark haired light skin, uncomfortably young).  I could see immediately that her mind was on me, and if I were ten years younger I would have been completely in love.  I think she was about 19-20, which is actually too young(I know a lot of 20 year old girls because of my sister and very rarely am I attracted to any of them).  But the difference between her reaction to me as compared to all the other girls was so great that it makes going out with those other less passionate girls seem stupid and a waste of time.  This girl, she liked me enough.  She saw whatever she saw in me and thought I was worth it.  And she was what I would have wanted(again, if I were under 30, I'd just sexually destroy her now).  It was nice to have some sort of lust thrown at me that was genuine and intense.

I went to a racetrack for a friend's birthday.  A couple of things I found out, but kind of already knew:

1. Women are gay for horses.
2. Women who are gay for horses wear fuck me boots and tights for pants
3. They show Volleyball in HD(has nothing to do with the first two, except for hot asses in tights)

I started a new sketchbook, so I would draw away from my drawing board.  I'll post some stuff from that soon.  I'm trying to post more in order to force myself to work harder.  And today I start drawing one page of each comic a day.  I will be trying this, I doubt I can draw and ink a whole page of August that fast, but it's worth a try.  I warn you I've tried to be this dedicated before and failed, but then again I am relentless and I will prevail eventually.  That's just my way.

- Adrian

P.S.: I have a good idea.  How about a Disney movie called Doglantis.  It's about an underwater city of dogs.  Or Hotlantis.  It's like the thong song underwater.  They recently amended that fact about men thinking about sex every seven seconds and said they only think about it 18 times a day.  Fuck that shit, I thought about it about thirty times while writing this post.  Not to mention the couple hundred times I thought about it earlier today.  I get hard about that many times in a day, not to mention all the dirty thoughts I actually controlled enough to "keep it soft"(that would be a good anti-sex slogan, like something you'd see on a billboard, like an Uncle Sam type, but probably a grandma, shaking her finger at us telling us to "keep it soft".  Or it could also be a slogan for prune juice.)  Someday, just because I started this PS and have no way of backing out, I will unzip my pants and present the goods to a girl while saying "Welcome to Dicklantis".  Fuck I thought about sex about 18 times while writing this post script.

P.P.S: It's worth mentioning I found a porno with Jenna Haze AND Stoya.  I'm into it enough that I haven't even watched it yet.  I'm saving it.  Like a Christmas present to my cock.  I mean that pair pretty much covers a lot of bases for me…no, I said I'd save it…stop thinking about it.

P.P.P.S: I stole the tiltle of this post from the title of a Phillip K. Dick book I've owned for 15 years and still haven't read.  I always loved that name.  Of the book.  Not Phillip K. Dick's name.  Imagine how much you think of sex if Dick is your last name.

Torquasm-Rao

I'm pretty sure I mentioned how much I like the tv show Community.  Joel McHale is my man crush and probably the best dressed dude on tv(Eric from True Blood is my other man crush).  I have a total pervy crush on the school girl.  And everyone else is great on it too(especially Abed and Dean Pelton).  They had an episode where they were going to have a Pulp Fiction party and be all referencial, and by the end of it, you find out it wasn't Quintin Tarantino they were doing a parody, but My Dinner With Andre.  It was a comment on how derivative we've gotten and how we never look at the origins of it all.  How reality is one big conversation.  They had another episode where they followed six different timelines where each character answered the door to the pizza man.  The latest, they make fun of those Education Connection/College commercials in the vein of Hearts Of Darkness(the documentary about the movie Apocalypse Now based on the book Heart Of Darkness).  Of course, having directed, and knowing directors, I know that you have to be a little insane to do it(because of the weird emotional and moody technicalities of directing).  Anyway Dean Pelton goes nuts as he is directing in all the ways I always wanted to go nuts while directing(I'm chilled out compared to the other directors I've met, and their sets reflect that).

I saw Donald Glover of Community in his stand up special which actually had me laughing non stop for five minutes when he told the story about Home Depot and his adopted brothers.  I recommend it.  

Reading

Patrick Rothfuss's 3 novel, 3 day recounting of his main characters life story is pretty well done so far.  I figured I might learn something about writing someone's life in a fictional yet orchestrated way and find some application for my own work.  Bought Thomas Pynchon's Inherent Vice because I am super curious what that maniac would do with a detective story.  Listening to the audiobook of The Way Of Kings by Brandon Sanderson.  He is a master at world building and sprinkling those elements throughout his storytelling to keep the readers interest up.  I am working on a science fiction/superhero epic thing and have packed it with as much surprises and world building as possible.  I only see mismanaged not well  thought out world building in comics(and tv as well), but books are filled with it.  There is no reason to avoid it.  It is one of the funnest parts of making up anything.  The Wire is an example of world building(even though none of it is fictional), because it sets up a world, looks at all the corners, avoids nothing, and gives no easy answers to very complex questions.  Every season it introduced a new angle to look at the city and it's people from.  Game Of Thrones does the exact same thing.  Look at the structure of both and you will find a lot of similarities.  The only difference is genre.  

L.A.

I've been putting off going to LA to network and get money for an independent movie(and technically, if you notice, all movies you see have someone you already know in them.  I know it sounds weird, but think about it, even independent movies always have one famous person, it's how those movies even got made, I need money for that).  So I'd need a finished script and financing money from people.  I've made a few connections so far, but nothing solid, but at the same time they could point me in the right direction regardless.  But, really, the biggest hurdle I have is that I am not physically there to hang out with people.  I've noticed the most charismatic people have this "weird" way of networking.  It's really bro code-ish.  Like you hang out and drink and bullshit around and then things slowly coalesce into a real thing.  It's probably because I usually like to work on crazy projects because of how fun they are, as opposed to money(I balance this by choosing fun things that advance me in some way, so I get something extra out of it if not money).  I guess that makes me meet crazy people with money or connections.  It's a personality type actually.  Megalomaniac.  

Think about it: I make fictional versions of me as a person who has always been in Hollywood, basically rewriting it's history, and including me in it(my comedy movie I'm writing, childSTAR), I write comics about memories and feelings I had years ago in painful detail, I draw it all, too, obsessing over getting all kinds of stupid things right, I direct movies because I don't trust other people to get it right, and I won't work on anyone elses script because I know exactly what I want and thats why it has to look a certain way and sound a certain way and be edited a certain way.  I am a megalomaniac.  For real.  

I saw a book about famous people and how they all had this high functioning form of manic depressive syndrome.  It was saying that some people are just predisposed to keep on doing something that other people would not.  That's what makes certain people presidents and famous artists.  In fact its what makes most famous people.  It's that excessive drive.  And even I would admit that it has to be a little bit crazy.  It's just how that works.  Being not crazy about it is not giving it 100%.  See.  It's the way my mind works and the way it has to work to do what it does.  It's a confidence because I know what it can do.  

Until recently, when other inspiration came into my life(girls), my big inspiration all year was this comic I want to do after I finish my current comic job.  It's a very science fiction, high action super hero comic.  But all the super heroes are really low tech.  Also, there is only like 2 of them.  And about 20 bad guys with crazy weapons, and enhancements(so with that many weird villains, the super heroes are kind of weirder).  I have been working really hard to make it something very different from todays comics.  I wanted to write something that had that 90's weird limited series/prestige format/multi-book graphic novel feel to it.  Where everything feels new and different and full of possibilities.  Comics now a days feel really formulaic, in a movie type way.  Comics always had the edge on movies because of the unlimited budget of the artists imagination and the ability to do severe cuts that movies could never get away with, so copying movies is really dumb, but now standard practice.  I am trying to bring the GRAPHIC NOVEL back.  Yes, me.  You see, if you can't say that, then you can't do that.  It's as simple as that.

I say I can do what I know I can do.  Because I spend years formulating everything.  Years.  I have no doubt I know what I am doing.  This goes with everything in life.  The girl you like, your band, your movie, your work, whatever.  I figure I can do anything I pretty much want to, realistically.  What do I want?  To lose weight, so I made that happen.  Came up with a simple, logical equation and it worked.  Admittedly the food basis of that equation was taken from diets, but I added all kinds of weird shit to it that I came up with while going crazy doing it.  When you diet that severe you end up being crazy like a meth head(because you are trying to convince your brain that a hand full of food is good enough each meal, which it is, but your brain, trained on overeating doesn't think so).  After all these changes I have gotten to know all the girls I ever liked and I don't know when I will ever be in a relationship again, but at least I know exactly the personality I have to have.

I've done a really good job of turning all my shitty years into a life where I can do anything I want, anywhere I want.  I am proud of all the work I'm putting into these projects and how much more they will be than what people may expect(I have not shown a lot, because I have almost a hundred pages, of mainly my other comic, that I have not shown yet).  I know what I can do and I know I have a lot of possibilities and great friends to help me wherever I choose to go.  So that is why I always want the best.  And those abilities are what makes me sure I will get the best in some way.  Maybe I don't make childSTAR the movie, there is still 20 other things I can do that are fun and would get me money.  

Girls

Being around girls I really want to be around lately has been a little bit of a roller coaster ride for me, even though nothing technically romantic happened.  It really illustrated for me exactly what I've been doing wrong, which I already knew, but had separated myself from so much that I only believed these things.  Mainly that I had spent my time listening and being around the wrong women for my personality type.  It's fucked me up deep inside.  It's made me insecure.  I let women around me who would take my attention and give me nothing in return.  And I was so separated from any other type of women(the crazy fun/but laid back type) that I could only hope they even existed.  I barely knew any.  And it made me into this fake version of myself.  Like a shield you put up so no one hurts you or gets to know the real you.

I spent so much time alone.  About 95% of my time, because I stopped hanging out because no one was doing what I like and I work at home.  And the thing is, I am pretty extroverted I guess, so no one would know I had a serious side or was feeling so much pain since I hid those things.  Being alone so much just made me drop any last shields I had up(mainly against women because I had been hurt so deeply).  I started doing whatever I wanted to do completely for myself.  I had spent years trying to help and please women who didn't give a shit about me and forgot about just making myself happy.  And now I had no one to please but myself.  No pressure at all from the outside world.  And the concept of people taking anything from me ever again became repulsive.  I am going to give and those are the kind of people I am going to be around.  People who want to make things a little better.  It's as simple as me wanting to move by the beach.  That little thing would make me so happy that I have no reason not to do it.  

So hanging out with my Muse totally kicked my ass for all kinds of reasons(I'm gonna have to save the hot reasons for my comic, because holyfuckingshit the ending of my comic is sort of epic now).  After so many years and so many things I've said, I have no idea why I would have ever thought we were perfect for each other, but now that I actually know her, holy shit is she exactly what I thought.  Seriously, I hadn't seen her in so long I assumed I must have been completely wrong, especially since I barely knew her, but now, I'm more surprised that I was right.  Right in ways I didn't even expect.  I'm looking back at myself like that guy must have been crazy, but at the same time I'm wondering how the fuck did he know.  And then it occurred to me.  This girl may be the girl version of me.  Not life-wise, but personality wise.  Wild and laid back.  And oozing with fire cracker sexuality.  How the fuck did I not know anyone like this before?  This is like peanut butter and chocolate.  It was the first time I met a girl who wanted to do everything I wanted to do at all times.  She was practically mind reading me(even the dirty parts).


And to be honest, I think I held back a little because she is so cool and she is like the only girl I still get a little bit shy around(I say this, knowing that she would never have thought I was being shy in the least bit, but I was, I think because no one had made me feel that comfortable in years and thats why I like her so much).  Anyway, she's taken so I have to shut up already.  So lets pretend I was saying all the previous stuff in the most friend like way possible.  But I'm not bullshitting anyone about anything.  She is a good friend and one of the coolest girls ever.  She constantly makes me smile.  I hope I meet girls like her when I move.  I sure didn't meet enough of them up here(I could count on one hand).  They make me act like me.  They bring out the best I have to give and I like to think I have a lot to give when I am inspired.  I'm glad to know women like that exist.  It gives me hope.

I should mention that I introduced the Muse to my cat , Oliver.  I pointed to her and said look its a girl and he strolled right up to her and got on her lap.  She said he was charcoal colored, which somehow never occurred to me.  I was looking for a huge painting to show her, when I got back him and her were in deep eye lock, sharing their souls or something, and he leaned in and kissed her.  Later that night, when I got home, I would usually say hi to him, but this time I smiled at him and said, "Oliver, you're so fucking cool."

A girl I know had recently seen me with an ex and she knew my muse also and when I saw her today she was like, "you know Adrian, you kind of have a type."  I cackled and said you don't know the half of it.


Torgasm Rao

In a weird side note, one of my pet peeves, and yeah it's kind of ridiculous, but it's when they kill Superman's dad.  For some reason, they keep changing, or resetting, the DC universe history.  Everytime, they start out with the same thing, Clark Kent is found, adopted, and raised by the Kents.  Then he moves to Metropolis and becomes Superman and falls in love with Lois Lane.  You can put any number of circumstances into the story but those essential things have to happen no matter how much you change Superman.

Well someone got it in their head after watching the movie Superman, that after 40 years, it was time to kill his dad.  Okay, whatever, it helped the movie story and it worked.  But then, for decades after, everytime they reset the continuity of Superman, they would then out of nowhere kill off the dad.  But with no meaning or significance other than leaving Martha Kent in the middle of fucking nowhere Kansas, it kind of comes off as a consistently cruel plot point to continually keep coming up(I dare you to say the last part of that sentence five times fast...I couldn't).

You see, when Spiderman didn't prevent a burglar from stealing money at his job(he was a wrestler, long story), it led to that same burglar eventually killing Uncle Ben.  That moment, that incident, led Peter Parker to change his whole world view.  It made him understand that with all the power he was given, there was a great responsibility that must be taken.  Uncle Ben died for a very specific reason and that death changed the course of the characters life, turning him from an average guy, to a super hero.  Uncle Ben's death meant something.

Superman's dad's death is just done out of tradition.  It has no thematic purpose or reason to exist outside of it's own immediate story.  The reasons it worked in the Superman movie is more because of the condensed nature of movies and how much time we spent watching him develop in front of his parents and the advice and love his dad would give.  That is not the case in the comic.  We don't see him develop or spend time with them outside of visiting them.  So killing the dad every few years just seems cruel.  Like oh yeah, lets give Superman a random thing to mourn over.  All we know in the comic is he is a shoulder to cry on.  So they took that away.  Then they left his poor mom on a fucking farm to go tend it herself, fuck you.  Hey, I think I got a good point here.


Torquasm Rao is a kryptonian meditation technique made to disassociate yourself from being Superman, so you can pretend to be a loser named Clark Kent.  Or something.


I'm trying to get my comic work on schedule so I can work on the August pages.  We're getting to the fun fantasy part and the climactic shit so I want it to look very good and not be rushed.  


My friend Paul is back in town so I've been partying with him and making up funny shit in the process.  He is my partner in trying to get funding for my movie(he's my agent in the commercial).  He's doing tv stuff and we're trying to get several projects up(of course my priority is childSTAR/Brooks Laughton, but I'm open to other projects).  I've been working out 3-4 times a week so I can lose weight to do some acting gigs(chubby people don't look so good on screen, and yes that includes me, and how do I know this?  Because I was in my own shit and I didn't look good enough.  So I figured again, if I thought I was so fucking smart then I could fix this.  And yeah, it's just weight.  I'm just waiting this last little while for my abs to show through(not yet, still got a beer belly, but it's going away, it's practically almost cute now).  I was doing it all for parts, but I totally forgot making that look good will be good for the fucking.  And now, I got to admit thats why I work out, since I'm still months away from my "actor weight" but I'm hella close to my "fucking weight".


I don't know why I wrote so much.  I got to split these posts up or something.


Adrian

P.S.:  Sarah Joy Brown from General Hospital(which I have never seen) is on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader, and I was about to change the channel, but holy shit!  This woman is fucking me up, and making me almost watch General Fucking Hospital…sizzle...