three more unrelated idiots that happened to have been sketched near each other.
I should look into putting up a picture with something happening in it one of these days!

Or at least deviate into a less-rigid setup than this one if I feel a need to keep crinkling out dumb illustrations to prove that i continue existing. And then make sure i don’t bland out the subtle distinctive elements of the original cheap sketch in my haste to not spend hours and hours on something that I know does not matter. And if I do that anyway, try to avoid looking back at the sketch and becoming aware of that after already smearing the “finished” one in front of all the same people multiple times across the different websites.

I trusted in a formula that usually results in passable mediocrity, like the Famous Studios Popeye cartoons, but every once in a while even a stable formula fails, and with nothing else behind it there is going to be something totally unredeemable, like when Popeye came home from World War 2 and the writers/management decided he should stop hitting people all the time and be more like Donald Duck and be a stooge to a cute animal or his dipfip nephews instead of an invincible meathead who won’t compromise even when it means leveling an entire town, even though his popularity stems directly from his ability to appear noble while being a destructive stubborn clod.

I won’t even talk about the terrible, totally official popeye cartoons made in 2018, because I am going to bed. The simple fact is that Popeye cartoons have been lame for most of their existence so freaking out over extensions of that trend will solve nothing. I think fictional characters should become public domain property after 70 years regardless of what boneheads swap the rights around. I think I said that ages ago in a post that I never finished because my brain is soup. They belong in their own time periods. Take them out too far and they become something else that might as well be called something else, exclusively benefiting and appealing to horrid people.
I do not want to appeal to horrid people. Not for free, anyway! Rushing for free is as beneficial as rushing for spinach.

a commission drawing for nafradorf fumblewip featuring Vibert, a skeleton creature with many mysterious powers, such as being able to function without muscles or a circulatory system or other such things.

Usually I do not post drawings that I took money for because they often come out poorly and without something personal in them that I can laugh at to distract from the poorliness, but the last thing I put up here was worse and I evidently am adequately self conscious about that to try and dilute that by putting something in front of it but not removing it entirely. Additionally, one of my internal mental processes always insists it constitutes defamation toward whoever gave me money to have disclosed that they did so.

Brienne of Norfair

i had meant to draw Brienne (from some book or tv show or something) with Samus (from some computer doohickey the kids like) years ago, but this came out instead, and more effectively distracts from my deficits drawing non-creature people.

i imagined the blood should be yellow but it doesn’t look like blood when i do that. and crocomire of course is not defeated like that, but it does insist on being attacked in the mouth.

I wrote an in-depth report explaining numerous reasons why this pictures was not functional and why I should have expected that to be the case. Exhibiting the report would likewise not be functional! None of it is anything new.
The lesson to be learned from all this is that there is no lesson because anything good that happens is a fluke occurrence. The only LOGICAL course of action is ignore all precedent and hope for magic, which I did and will likely continue to do. OR accept that I will never get anywhere and not try anything, which is not a viable option until I get on to some serious medication that makes me not care. For now, caring is inevitable.

Eh I posted it as a comment on the entry. It is not funny or trying to be, just sad and analytical.
A few hours later I removed that comment, but then I put it back. I am embarrassed merely that it exists, not due to any specific thing I said in it.

page 3-36 of this whose front page i have replaced with the page list because that is the only one I link to anyway.
as if this whole section of the “story,” were not detoury enough, I felt an overpowering urge to insert yet another detour to tie up an element i introduced ages ago without a plan for it that i probably could have resolved a few pages ago in a more natural fashion but did not think of until now. Or rather i had some resolution in mind but it would have been yet less natural than this. But to wait yet longer would be worse.

i think my dropped/shoddily resolved plot point track record is still better than Twin Peaks season 3 and it only took me half as long to make this.

As often occurs, this does not feel at all finished to me. I worry that the overall product has lost much of what little semblance of being coherent it ever had. But I do not know how to fix it without gutting the satiation of my own obsessive compulsion that it provides. All the people who look straight at it and ignore it except to remark on how “cute” nemitz is while openly endorsing really, really dumb stuff can be wrong but not likely 100%.

When I put the second comic book together, a big heap of the time involved stretching out an area that was much too condensed. That seems to only be possible when I already have all the scenes drawn, which is ridiculous because it is much easier to move things when they are only vague sketches. Things that make sense do not make sense to me.

apparently I have much more to say about this than I can manage at the moment so I will instead say as little as possible and hopefully prompt myself to finish later.
if necessary you can watch a few seconds of that for your own independent research.

emissorries

I do not know where they came from but I hope they go back there soon!
If I draw another scene like this I will likely want to call the image “undignitaries.”

I will avoid talking a great deal more about the hat video. Not that I couldn’t spend a year explaining every inch of everything that went wrong, or that I do not have copious personal notes and screen captures detailing each, but since I solved most of it I no longer dwell on it. I was able to do what this helpful person suggested I do about disney movies, because the problem actually no longer exists, which I do not reckon will ever be the case for disney movies. Quite to the contrary, there will only be more disney movies, even ones that alread existed and used to not be disney movies. The hat video did not improve my life or expand my audience or make me optimistic about being able to do that regularly but it felt like a better use of time than the usual uses of my time that do not improve my life, and so feels like an improvement in comparison.

I do however feel bad for talking so harshly to that person even though it wasn’t the first time and it would not have been the last time either if I had been any less than so displeased and displeasing that the person would abruptly cease contact with me, and the initial reprimand was even less nice than that. I am an angry aunt who writes letters to tv stations in my spare time who nobody is worried about being disinherited by since I never married and don’t have any money. The idea of being understood even it means being alone is more appealing to me than getting along with people who just want me to smile and shut up and bake cookies for them.

Oddly enough that person seemed outwardly supportive when i complained about one specific property which I referred to as dintydoone, even if he did not seem to care about or grasp my specific complaints, but whoa don’t touch disney. Don’t mess with my zootopia. The collective lowering of standards and standardization of homogeneity dinty and friends inflicted upon imaginary internet culture in four years is significant but less than one tenth of 1% of the profiteering brainwashing and brainscrubbing and brainshining disney has inflicted upon actual world culture even in the same period. I am a joke with no life, and the undead can only go undetected for so long when they pretend to be otherwise.
And I think this is why I have failed to expand my audience for YEARS; people constantly come in with totally wrong expectations, talk up how much they love what I am doing, and then get far away once they realize what I am actually doing. People who would accept that truth are presumably put off by whatever is giving all those wrong expectations. I of course blame nemitz.

nemitz is no stranger to hugging, despite being strange

this from 2004, a far off period before the mediocre expectations of internet communities beat my creativity out of me but also before i could draw. nonetheless i did it with colored pencils, which when digitally scanned gave the drawing the unearthly quality of the blank paper actually being darker than the marks on it, so i just today artificially augmented the ghastily large eye-balls to look less grey. I miraculously resisted the urge to alter innumerable other components of the image.
ah yes and the image title is Unlawful Restraint. Don’t forget. nemitz is a fugitive from justice.

Also there is this, Imminent Self-Defense, from 2010, of colored pencil PLUS expensive prisma color markers, since internet people led me to think those would be crucial for functioning, right around the time they all switched to yet more expensive copic markers. It shows the creature Eliah, known to a person called, at the time, Science Fox, and I know not what these days, being physically assaulted by the scoundrel nemitz.

Hugly Situation, from merely 2011, in which Astro Q Duck (the Q stands for “Questionable”) and a terrible creature known only as nemitz reunite after, I assume, being exiled from every place in existence.


Fuzzcilities: not very long ago there was a Valentine day and I regretfully thought it prudent to check on who nemitz was hugging more recently.
nemitz x toilet, hollywood’s power couple for 2019

You HAVE to hug people who don’t want to be hugged. What a tragic, unfortunate, sad-emoticonable plight! I hate to admit that in seeking out inanimate emoticon depositories maybe nemitz has the right idea, so I won’t.

as I possibly said but was in such a hurry i do not remember, I have started touching up the pages that would go into the third comic book.
The character introduction up front is, no longer feels necessary, being left-over from before i redrew the first sections, when they made even less sense than they presently do! And so I extended the imagery on the first page and took the introduction out. but still have it on the web page! In order for it to go in the next book I will need to think of four additional, remotely characters to reintroduce, but i do not want the lizard to be among them since I mean for first time viewers to not be expecting it to appear, even though indicated at the closing of the previous section that it intended to appear again.
Apart from that, what I primarily to do is adjust lettering, add shading to often unshaded pictures, and revisit some radical ideas i had twelve years ago about where muscles went on legs. The overall “process” is going much more smoothly than the previous such series of events, since I am not starting from such a low point; You probably would not be able to tell which ones I have updated and which ones I have not! But it still will not be complete soon, because nothing I do ever happens soon! And so rather than forcing this through to its finish, I have begun the next new NEW page, since I have not put one out since November. Of course I have not put out a cartoon since March 2017 and have no immediate expectation of resuming that, and have had no new music since July 2017 I think. I also again started accepting money from people in exchange for time consuming irrelevant drawings that don’t reflect my interests or expand my audience, more because I need the validation than the money (and not surprisingly don’t command much of either), which holds overall matters up yet further. What do you want from me? I am only three people!

two elpse-like imps that i drew apparently almost three years ago and two nemitz-types that i possibly but not necessarily also did. The idea was brought about by the person of https://twitter.com/dookingplaza who i suspect also comments on my posts here under the name “charmlatan,” who said
“I wanted to request seeing the two grivvits Elpse was supposed to go on the mission to with their mibrim partners, non-pickled please”

This was to be a hastily done improvised sketch but I only accomplished the improvised part. In the absence of anything else related to this, I drew it slightly better than I perhaps intended to. I got myself stuck redrawing yet more old comic pages, and also everything else in the world I might be doing that gets me nowhere but takes a long time.

i have not thought out the circumstances of elpse’s past circumstances a great amount beyond what I showed there, so this is very possibly a fictional event apart from the base fiction.

I think the yellow creature may be of a third, token minority imp type that does not necessarily have an assigned counterpart, at least of nemitzy origin. nonetheless i drew them in this way, even wearing the same clothing as the other time, since they would barely be recognizable otherwise, even though for all i know the clothing was new at the point shown in the back flashing or at least only recently acquired by those specific creatures and thus even less possible to have been worn when there were still green nemitzes to do stupid things with. And let me be clear that there is no way that something which looks like nemitz is going to do something that is not stupid.

I even just last night decided that pog’s name should be “pwog” or “puag” after 23 years of calling it pog, and maybe ten years of not liking the name but not having a preferable alternative. anything can change, so long as it requires extra work on stuff I made ages ago and makes no real difference.

I ought to directly acknowledge the City Wide Open Studio Alternative Space Weekend Fantastic Marvelous Mystical Hoedown because anyone I gave a card to will, like on any other year, come here, just see a random web log and think I am not serious about art. I am! Just not about organization and web pages.

There was a great amount of positivity, even though I had some jealous points amidst that. That was less pronounced than usual. It is nice to be able to have things up for three days and there be a chance of somebody really liking it on the third day, to not be beheld to the social media “three minutes and you’re out if you don’t get a retweet” general way of things.

For the first time in years I felt like maybe there IS a chance that, provided I remain dedicated to improving, I can get by on the merit of what I do, independent of my [in]ability to like irrelevant junk that happens to be new or deemed topical by unaccountable parties. There was on the premises, particularly on the second floor (though several of the best things I saw were also there) plenty of material that I thought was derivative, low effort, or flat out disgusting, and deliberately so, but it had no power to follow me around and be the first thing i saw each day, via algorithms or people who aspire to be algorithmic, and thereby causing me to react to it in a regrettable manner instead of concentrating on my own business, beyond this spiteful paragraph here.

I feel more in control this year, building on what I started doing in 2017, when I stopped accepting advice as to what sort of exhibit I should have, and dispensed with frames, which cost extra money, are heavy, and need carpentry and post-show repairs which do not suit the skills I have and result in less time and space for more art. I only hung up canvases where there are unsightly nails and screws already stuck in the wall, which there typically are. I don’t believe somebody should have to pay 50 dollars if they just want a copy of a picture of dumb old nemitz for some reason, until such time that the preference becomes a criminal act and subject to fines.

My ball of used blue adhesive gunk. Compare to my ball of used blue tape from 2017. I stocked up on the glop because it is reusable, not expecting to be “stuck” with oddly textured walls that it did not adhere to well, which necessitated that I acquire pushpins. Or use more tape. Nonetheless I used quite a bit of the muck. And I will use it again!

I must give special appreciation to Carlos Lopez, another artist displaying near my position who had a more solid skills, a professional setup, apparent business interests outside this dinkity art show and nothing really to gain from being nice to me, and even with me griping probably audibly from the moment I laid eyes on the space I had. He tried to direct toward my zone people who might not have looked otherwise. And I could see that plenty wouldn’t have, based on how things went when I was out there alone. It is rare to be appreciated by a dedicated artist who isn’t trying to push me in a regressive direction or selectively ignoring me until such time that I drift into one out of desperation. I do not know if we will meet again but it proves that I do not have to be alone in these things.

I made twice as much money in sales as my best previous occasion, although it was less than half of my expenses for the event. However some of what I paid the most for, such as comic books and poster prints, will still retain whatever value they may be presumed to have if I manage to not wreck them long enough for somebodies else to want them.

this instance of mortimewde stapleton meepmire (bow tie imbecile) is likely saying “bloody rubbish” because the one in the comic book is not discerning enough to say things like that.
What measured “success” there was I think owes a bit to the comic books, which is a great relief. Anybody can put out one comic book, but having two shows that whatever barely disgestable nonsense is in the first one wasn’t just coughed up on a whim with no plan. It WAS but a plan gradually appeared and I spent much effort retroactively applying it!

I spent much of my exhibiting time making up signs to try and explain circumstances of the matter that did not or could not have occurred to me before-hand. This is the only one that was not able to be recovered afterward; it was posted in the less commonly used elevation machine to alert people trying to avoid the regular elevator what room i was showing things in. Of course the actual numbers at the rooms are hard to see and almost impossible to guess a location from seeing without the room. The 3 ought to alert you that it is on the third floor, but it might not. Apart from that, in the moment I thought I was making a clever Les Miserables allusion, and then after writing this out realized it could have been cleverer: had I written “My name is Bim Shwelbim… and I’m UPSTAIRS!…” But beyond that, I don’t want people to come see me based on my ability to reference broadway since it has been thirty years since anything went on broadway that I would want to talk to anybody about and I do not have a broadway themed gallery. I would not want people to see me based on my ability to reference anything since witnessing 20 years of fanart and obnoxious “mashups” on the internet has soured me on the idea of personal expression exclusively via recycling other people’s personal expression. But doing it once in a while is fine.
The print seen here was made improperly so I was not sad about losing it, though I prefer to think somebody wanted it and took it, rather than it fell off the wall on sunday and was disposed of before I returned monday to finish gathering my other material.

This pencil drawing here was in fact stolen once, back in 2012ish at Southern Connecticut State Universitoid, in the area where you would wait for a car. I was waiting for a car, but had to visit a restroom because we had not met up in a while. And the natural instinct when you see a school project at a school unattended for three minutes is to assume it materialized on the spot and belongs to nobody and that there is no possible means through which to confirm that. I wish I could have met whoever took it to thank them for making me feel like there was some level of demand for what I was doing, but the campus police did not provide contact information and my expectation is that having something confiscated by campus police would make you disinclined to meet the person who presumably demanded that occur.

Oh beets this is trailing into irrelevance. I mean to reserve that and my complaints for a second, separate post, which generally means I will never get around to making such a post, which is probably for the best!
This pat
addendoy for september 23 2019: what does “This pat” mean? I have no recollection of what statement I might have been starting on. Maybe that is part of the large section that I removed. Yes probably. I do not know where I would have put that and do not know where to start looking for it nor consider it a matter of great or even mediocre importance.

Not Being Cool, unsightly | How could you say such a thing! | !