Yesterday, I went over to visit my friend and colleague Mister Michael J. Nus who prepared a hell of a feast for the pair of us.

Yeah, I vlogged that.

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SEE YOU NEXT TIME!!

This is one of the first pictures I took with the camera on my new phone.  I am looking very forward to doing a post about that but for now, suffice it to say that Google Android is the bomb.

Right now we’re starting to think about where we can get a karaoke machine to do some street promo on the weekend.  I really hope we get that karaoke machine because what I’ve got in mind would make some awesome Youtube videos.

Today I’ve got to run to the post office to drop the last few The Ballad of John and Yoko prints in the mail, then drop by all of the stores I made friends with the last time I was here to say what up.

Here is a random nonsense poem to keep you entertained:

We were talking yet were stalking

This ain’t baseball!  No one’s walking!

Always running, faster still

Feeling familiar, yet a thrill

Things to do we think about

Waiting for a bag of clout

And if the clout don’t come with some

We’ll change our minds ’bout if we come.

See this picture of London? This scene is the very last thing I have to draw on the piece of art that I am working on right now. I thought I was going to have this piece of art done tonight but by the time I got to this, the last panel, I was out of juice and I knew that to continue would be to rush it. So fuck it. I decided to leave it to tomorrow, which is today by the time you’re reading this since as I type it’s past three A.M.

I had been sitting at this desk for about 12 hours (Ok, I got up to urinate and eat a few times. Urinating and eating did not take place together, just so you know) so I needed a change of scenery. I went out for a long night time walk from 1 to 2 A.M.

Songs I listened to on my iPod included:

• All I Do is Dream of You from the Singin’ In the Rain soundtrack
• When I Look in Your Eyes by Outkast
• Monday by Jon Brion
• Streets is Watching by Jay-Z
• 8th Wonder by Sugar Hill Gang

Since the streets were empty and still wet from the rain today, I took the opportunity to play like I was in a musical and make up dance routines up the middle of the road.  You weren’t there to hear it, but I was singing to you.

I was as confused as everyone else on Twitter when I noticed that Bill O’Reilly was a trending topic this evening. If you watch the video above, you will see why.

In this clip from the Talking Points portion of his Fox News program, he takes issue with the adulation Michael Jackson has had poured upon his memory in the last couple of weeks. I have to admit, O’Reilly does make a point that I have thought myself, in that it is the very same media that tried to rip him apart while he was alive that is now hoisting up on a pedestal. And it’s not just the media, it’s everyone.

I think there’s a collective guilt thing at work here. Everyone made Michael Jackson a punchline because he was an easy target and now that he’s dead and no one gets the chance to atone for their behavior, guilt is driving everyone to want to polish his image so as to protect his legacy, in the hope that our society’s collective sins against the man will be forgotten.

I get O’Reilly pointing out the media’s hypocrisy. But to slam the man for his contributions to society? To say that he was ‘just’ a world-class entertainer? It seems like if a star doesn’t make any apparent effort to better the world beyond sing or appear in movies, we leave them alone but as soon as they try to use their wealth or fame to improve the world in some way, we jump down their throats.

I remember Creflo Dollar going on CNN and getting attacked for having a nice house, despite all of his charity and ministry work. Look what happens every time Bono tries to attract the world’s attention to some cause. As soon as you try to do anything, nothing is good enough. If Michael Jackson wants to spend a few bucks on himself, even a few hundred million bucks, what business is it of Bill O’Reilly’s? It’s Jackson’s money! He’s contributed so much already that he can’t enjoy the fruits of his labor? If I had $100 million, spent $90 million and gave $10 million to charity, I wouldn’t get commended! I’d get taken to task for whatever I spent the $90 million on.

Better journalists than I am have already demonstrated elsewhere how Bill O’Reilly composes his talking points based not on what he believes, but on what will stir up controversy. And that’s why the Twitterverse will not succeed in their campaign to have O’Reilly fired: he’s an asshole on such an epic scale that people can’t help but comment on it. Strong work, Bill. Strong work.

A couple of days? Wow, I just went and looked at the front page of the site and I haven’t posted shit pretty much all week.

Well here’s what’s been going on: drawing. The post previous to this one outlines the troubles I was having with a recent strip. When I’m in serious drawing mode, I don’t come out of that hole for anything. It’s probably why my work goes in such fits and starts. I’m almost afraid to go into it because I don’t know when I’m going to come out.

And then when I did come out, I landed right on top of a pile of bipolar shit and had one of the most extreme ‘sessions’ of The Crazies ever yesterday. But I got lots done in my game last night! Yay, go me!

So this is just a little post to let you know that I’m not missing and I didn’t go anywhere and I still love you.

Which is your saviour!!  Vote in the comments!

I was doodling Jesus today after watching a bunch of clips from The Last Temptation of Christ.  I can’t remember where my mind had wandered to arrive at Robo-Jesus, but I do recall thinking of the Terminator drawing the piece of robot arm and thinking to put a real arm on the end of it, but then thinking about the rubber Hulk Hogan doll from the 80s when I was actually drawing that piece of arm.

And notice Robo-Jesus has a USB plug for a right hand!  That’s handy!

So which would you pick for a saviour?  Do you think they’d be like a before and after or more like a team-up?

Remember when Raymi cheated last time? Yeah, we tried to safeguard against that on this strike.

The second round of Raymi’s and my hilarious game of WHO AM I? is way funnier than the first. Play along and see if you can get who Raymi is before she does. It won’t be hard. Watch the guy who works at the place we shot this at go mental.

Special thanks to The Green Room, Toronto, Canada

SHOW LINKS:
raymitheminx.com – surprise, surprise

And the after party…

Play along with me and Raymi as we play the new game that’s sweeping the nation – WHO AM I???

See if you can discover Raymi’s secret before she reveals it…

PART TWO COMING LATER THIS WEEK OR WHENEVER I GET ROUND TO EDITING IT!

Special thanks to The Green Room, Toronto

Show Links:
raymitheminx.com

Let’s take a trip to the rehearsal room with 3 Guitaros!

These guys are crazy, but wait until you see them in show mode. That’s Chris Stone and Steve Manale up there. They’re the singers. Two frontmen! Holy jeez, that’s some rock and roll power.

Ivan and Geoff.

Rockin’ Robin.

Derek the Dude.

I’m not telling you what he’s singing here that he needs the lyrics paper for. Nor what costume he’ll be wearing when he does! You’ll have to come to the show!

UPDATE: That was last night. Chris Stone did it tonight sans lyrics sheet.

Now let’s get a little more calm as napalm and chill out at Steve Manale’s house. This guy has a security system like Fort Knox. He had to enter a code into TWO different keypads to get in! He lives out in Bowmanville.

Get a look at his pad from a recent Eye Weekly profile. Click here!

What?? what is that???

Here is a shot from Steve’s kitchen:

This is the view from Steve’s back door. When I shot it, I was composing it to crop it into a square but then the clouds looked so cool I kept it. Do you like it?

“Actually yes, I love it!”

Oh thank you! I’m so glad you enjoy it.