So I was watching the great Bear Grylls the other day and he said something that struck me as worth giving a shit about.  I think he was in Scotland, and after a night sleeping under a broken, overturned rowboat with a peat moss roof, he talked about having a morning routine and how it was essential for keeping your morale up in harsh conditions.  He proceeded to do what I could only describe as a combination of yoga and calisthenics then went about his day.

Recently, for me, a morning routine has usually consisted of either jumping on my computer for a rousing video game, or getting rid of morning wood in a way that consists of very little exercise.  I'll just leave you with that image...

Now I'm starting to understand what good'ol Bear is talking about and I feel like I should get in the habit of it.  A little exercise every morning will help get rid of this winter fat I have no business wearing in the first place, and, hopefully get me into a more productive mood, so I'm not spending the whole day playing video games, and... that other thing.

In other news... this five page comic thingy is done, and ready to be shown to those Red 5 people in hopes of maybe some work.  I wonder if they're gonna be at Stumptown?

Pretty soon I'll have this living thing down!  Maybe even get me one of those sealskin wetsuits the Mr. Grylls made.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DCAsXhyLofI

A little speed bump...

But I'm back for page four. Here you go.

Sorry not much to say this morning as I have sleep in my head and none in my life... gonna remedy that.

Time to start writing my biography...

...how else are people going to treat me like a professional.  Better start acting like it.  Here we go.

And yes, the shirt will be on the cover, not to mention a whole chapter dedicated to the beard.  I figure since I didn't wear any pants for the picture I wont for the book.  Not to be too superstitious, but let's not cause any ripples in the momentum pond.  It's good to have standards no matter how low they can get...  Don't fuck with luck, and never do something today that can be put off till tomorrow.  And just to clarify I am still talking about my pants.

I'm thinking the first three panels need a bit more background, and now that I look closer... I forgot to put some fancy desk details in the last panel.  Maybe I could have abstained from putting that off till tomorrow.  Wait!  It is tomorrow!  

...damn...

Still not wearing pants.  There you go.

Scotch and Water. Hold the Scotch...

Look at this!  Number 2.  Nice clean, family friendly fun brought to you by your local (if you live in or around Vancouver Wa...) comic book... brother, cousin, son, nephew, friend?  Whatever.

Why the title?  Y'know sometimes you don't need alcohol to have a good time.  There!  I said it, and I'm not apologizing damn it!  It felt good.  Clean.  Not like the first image, but more like the second.  Maybe a little wobbly and off, but neat.  Right?  Right.

Alright, enough of that crap.  Let's get shitty!  This guy down here is a page I did a while back for a history comic I'm, uh... working on.  Thinking about working on?  Thinking about taking it off the shelf...  GOING to take it off the shelf!  It tells the story, in one page, of William Wallace, the guardian of Scotland.  From birth, to growing up, and on to a climactic event in his life.  In this case the battle of Stirling Bridge.

What?  Did you think I was being literal with the whole alcohol reference?  Metaphors my friends!  A good writer is a master of metaphors.  So I guess I'll have to learn how to use them, eh?

Slainte!

August?! I haven't posted since August!?!

I have no words...  None, except that what I thought was the dank hard bottom of this two and a half year downward spiral turned out to be a cold jell-o like substance that I'm slowly sinking through.  My descent has slowed, but my direction has not changed.

Gotta do something about this, eh?  But what, you ask?  What could get one out of such a slump?  Well, I'll tell you dear friend.  The answer is simple... a show.  A show of progress, effort, movement towards something,  Anything.  That's the reason I started this damn thing in the first place.  Not because I felt people needed to see my shit, but to have something to show for this time I spend on this rock.  To have something to motivate me into action.  And to keep me from drinking myself into oblivion for not doing anything.

So you get blog.  The ever present cyber-entity that pokes me when I'm idle.  The manifestation of my guilt of not doing enough in this world.  That voice that screams, "Draw damn you!  You have obligations to fulfill!"

Here's a little som'bitch I've been working on for a while to use in an application to a comic book company called Red 5.  The character is called Atomic Robo, one of Red 5's creations.  This is the first of 5 pages.  I figure I'll post a page a day.  That'll give me 4 days to finish the last page... damn I'm a slacker...

 

 There you go.  Pencils and inks.  The inked version is a little off because I took a photo of it rather then a scan like the first.