Notes from the underground. Darth Vader on TV. Naked ladies.


Bottom Feeding

I am currently feeding on the sediment that drifts to the bottom of the animation tank: second language lip-synch. Basically this means that all of the fun parts (writing, designing, drawing, animating, compositing) have already been taken care of by somebody else. My glorious task? To take their English language mouth library and try to forcibly glom it around French syllables to satisfy various requirements of my country's tyrannical and senseless enlightened cultural enforcement policies.

C'est tellement amusant!

...Pas.


Exciting Bottom News

Little Miss Popsicle has made a potty breakthrough today, in which she voluntarily mounted the porcelain throne and emptied her bladder without prompting. "I peeine!" she hooted.

We've peed before, but never with such grace, poise and independence.

With Littlestar working at the bar Popsicle and I have been spending a lot more time together. The more we interact the more she charms me. Who can it be that there are Papas in this world who don't get to hang around their kids like this? It's either torture, or the bliss of ignorance. Maybe some of them don't suspect how it can be when you're central in their lives, too.

If they knew, they'd never be able to force themselves to go back to work. Kids are crack.

We were discussing HuSistock together today, she and I, and because I mentioned tents I think she's now convinced that the circus is coming to town. "Cowns?" she asked.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure there will be clowns," I told her.


The Triumph of Television

Well, I finally figured out how to make a decent buck from Goooooogle ads: get your blog featured on TV.

My running-lark Darth Vader blog was linked on MonkeyFilter by the Scooposphere's own 606, and from there it was picked up on C|Net News and seen by the producers of Attack of the Show who built a skit around the blog which aired on Thursday 21 April on the G4 Network in the United States.

This exposure and the subsequent blogospheric hub-bub has translated into 25,000 unique visitors per day (where my site normally serves a modest 1500 uniques/day), and a raging truckload of click-throughs on the Goooooogle ads. I am doing whatever I can to fan the fires as long as I can, to try to milk this sucker until Revenge of the Sith premieres and the world's Star Wars enthusiasm crumples up into a morbid ball of Star Wars disappointment.


Batman's On The Phone, Commissioner!

My commissions are going pretty well, too. I just met two deadlines today, and I'm reasonably not entirely dissatisfied with the results. I haven't heard from one guy, but the other guy wants to buy more. Fine, fine, fine.

At the urging of Superdiva I am going to be releasing a printed edition of 17 Drawings as a full-colour storybook. I ordered the proof copy today. If it doesn't look like total shite the book will go on sale immediately thereafter.

Those who are interested in acquiring a copy: I'll keep you apprised through this very bleat-hole.


Money Woes?

Contrary to the impression I might create by whining about cash all the time, we're not living in a pit of despair. Michael Crawford of K5 telephoned the other day after a perceived period of CBB inactivity, concerned that my Internet access had been cut off. (Ain't he a sweetheart?) A girl called Grape keeps commenting in my blog about how heart-wrenching it is to hear me gripe.

I'd like to assure anyone else who might share Michael Crawford and Grape's concerns that everyone at the old schoolhouse is alive and doing fine. We've managed to beg, borrow or steal enough pretty polly to skim by another while, and I have confidence that something will come along to transport us to better balances.

Littlestar and I are working hard on new storybook/CD ideas, she's barmaiding, and I'm whoring myself thin on commissions. We're breaking a sweat just to stay in place, but it's a good workout. We feel alive.


Mandatory Soft Pornography Innuendo

Finally, I'd like to return to a favourite topic of mine: screwing around with my wife. I know some of you think I belabour the point (and others think I'm cheap on the details), but it's a constant source of giddy fun in my life and I just can't ignore it.

You learn a lot about a person from the way they make love. When I make love with my wife she confirms everything I sense about her -- her amazing sensitivity, her receptiveness, her giving nature, her hot bouncy yams...

Anyway, I'd just like to say that we had some particularly hot sex this week and I'm pleased as punch about it. There is a connection in the mammal dark that can be hard to find sometimes in the light, but it's good to know it's there.

Fat bottom girls you make the rockin' world go 'round.

Also, for the lechers among you, I have posted this saucy drawing of Littlestar. Maybe she will kill me for putting it on my website, but maybe not. She has told me numerous times that she did appreciate the fact getting into this relationship that she would end up as my model, for better or for worse.

She said, "No naked photos of me on the web," so I said, "Okay." But she never said anything about life drawing.

I said, "Would you rather I draw you naked, or you rather I hire strangers and draw them naked instead? 'Cause you gotta know -- somebody's getting drawn naked around here as long as I'm in charge."

She said my hiring naked women would make her uncomfortable.

So I said, "Great. Take off your top."

One day when I'm an old man I will laugh at the youthful excesses of my testicles...but until that day comes, I'm drawing naked ladies.