I'm not Japanese, but I'll learn

You know, I woke about a month ago and I thought to myself, "if my Japanese ancestors were to see me today, it would bring great dishonor and misfortune to our family". And that's when it hit me: looking Japanese was much easier than actually, you know, "adhering to the culture" and so forth. Ahhhhh the looks I've received over the past month have been priceless; I walked past a little girl and her mom when the little girl looks up at me and screams out "WHOA!". Another time I visited my dad as he was reading the paper. He lowered it, took one glance and said "Heee's lost it." I'm sorry but the race a person imitates or how many personalities one has should not determine whether or not one be psychologically unstable...And now a word from my sponsor:

Playing in theatres nowhere: Her family killed by the mob; her life destroyed in 12/100th of a second. Iro Surasaki is..."Blood Geisha"


Let's see, what's in the news? Hey has anyone heard about those new scrolls they found in Japan? They're saying they're as long and as historically important as the Dead Sea Scrolls. It's an absolutely hypnotizing story really. I managed to find a piece of one of the scrolls online and thought I'd be cool to share.

Huh, that finely tuned courageous samurai warrior, practically bursting at the seams with masculinity, looks awfully familiar


Finally I'd like to say, Merry Halloween everyone!! Tal's Halloween Safety Tip #43: And remeber kids, if a strange man (especially one pretending to be Japanese) offers you some candy, take it. One can never have too much candy on Halloween night!

Mighty Aphrodite (Miramax, please don't sue)

Well, this past weekend was pretty fun...I drove up to LA to see my parents and attended a couple of shindigs. First off, congrats to Trey Hodges for a fine gallery opening. Kick ass work, at an affordable price. It also helped that his mom wouldn't stop feeding me...How did she know that I can't say "no" to anything edible?

On Sunday I also participated in the 1st Annual LA Animation Festival with such special guests such as John K aaand, uhhhh, John K. Oh joy was it killer meeting the man behind Spumco. We laughed, we cried, we had only 4 awkward pauses within the entire conversation. I hope I didn't make too much of an ass of myself, what with the constant salivation and silent, soul piercing admiration. He did however check out my sketchbook after which he quietly took out a lighter and set it ablaze. He then cautiously stomped out the fire, spit on the ashes, and said "Uh, I have to go over here now." Best afternoon ever.

Over the past year, some of you may have wondered "who has Tal met and befriended." I know I have. Since I covered the a dream in the last post I figured I'd cover real life character initiation in this one. What I mean is finding people who are so unique from your current perspective that hanging out with them almost colapses the universe on itself. Welcome to "Character 453" (prereq's are required). Let's call her Aphrodite for symbolic sake.

I first saw mighty Aphrodite when I passed her apartment and her door had been open. Inside, she lay nude with another girl on top of her as a young man, perhaps 18-25, was getting dressed. She casually said "hi" within all this melee and we somehow started hanging out for the next few months. She did any drug except for Marijuana and Alcohol and would instigate an orgy (which I would attend but take no part in) at her place almost on a nightly basis. I should add that she was 17 and her parents (in LA) had no idea of her whereabouts.


I got the chance to draw her a few times in a couple of styles (although unfortunately not in the nude; what's better than a free model?) She moved out is why. While she was here though I thought it'd be cool to change her and get her to quit all of the shit she had gotten herself into. It's not just an arc for her, but a saintly "big brother" arc for myself ('cause as we all know I'm far from it). I learned that we can also force story to occur within our daily lives. To manipulate people to feel and choose to do, whatever we want from them. Playing God you say? Whoever said anything about "playing"?

Dreams and Urine are excellent sources of Vitamin B12

Oh God it's been a while, what with the unemployment and harvesting my own urine for future consumption as the result of financial uncertainty and what not. Acually I just ordered a new scanner from Amazon but the damn thing hasn't arrived yet. I did finally manage to scan some things the other day so I'm going to post as quick-like as I can to make up for that lost time. And for the record, yes, chilled urine tastes just as good as it does warm.

Well as most of you know my inspiration comes various chronological obsessions, whether they be a D-Movie containing a sex scene involving popcorn or pin up models from the 50s. I had a dream ladies and gentlemen, and if you would be so kind, allow me to impart:

The dream began with a vigalante named Fork walking alongside a cliff in the pale moonlight. Only a blood stained fork rested in his right palm. A minivan approached and as it came to a halt a smelly, ghoul of a man stepped out. He advanced towards Fork and asked him to near the back of the van for a "delightful proposition". As Fork did so, the mystery man flung the back doors of the van wide open. Fork grimaced at what lay inside. Sitting within the van were seven, oubviously underaged and half nude kids, all sitting with their heads down and their hands in their laps.
The word "choose" echoed in Fork's mind like a broken record. The man took his newly found client to the side to discuss business when all of a sudden his legs gave out from under him. He looked up just in time to see a silver fork come jamming into his right eye before his vision was forcefully taken away.


Stumbling around in sheer agony the man felt Fork tug at his collar. With a final push the man went flying over the edge of the cliff and into the dark water below...Then the setting changed and Fork finds himself within a government lab. He was there to set free his ally, the entity known as Ultra Violet. As Fork crept into his friends' holding cell, the wall burst open and through emerged the mystery man from the cliffs alongside a giant of a man. Reacting quickly, Fork threw his utinsil of choice at the man and hit the giant square in the face instead. The man lunged at Fork when he realized he had stopped in mid air. Ultra Violet had emerged out of his shackles and using his mental powers, threw the perverted nemesis through 2 walls within the structure.



That's when the dream had abruptly ended. Some dream, huh? It's like a nightly matinee within the comfort of your own mind. I can see the DVD release now. Alternate ending: Fork begins to laugh histerically when he sees the kids in the van, because as we all know, nothing is funnier than child abuse!

What?...Oh yeah, and the soul of Kubrick says that sitting nude in front of the mirror for hours at a time can increase creative flow...Who am I to argue with the greatest visionary genius of our time?