Klaus Nomi or die!
November 4, 2009
Well, I’m sad that Halloween is over. I am in the pre-mourning stages of Fall. My beloved season. I’ve been in a weird stage of not knowing what to do with myself lately. Actually, I guess that’s not so weird. I have a new issue of Blammo coming out in a few weeks. That’s pretty exciting. It’s a good issue. Full of chuckles and such. I have to try to spread the word about it, which can be extremely difficult when you draw a comic book like Blammo. Especially in these days of serious graphic novels! God, if only I was old enough to have been drawing this comic book in the early 1990′s! I would have ruled the world! There could have been a Blammo TV show! I think if Blammo were a TV show it would be like Liquid Television. Anyway, this issue is being paid for by Kilgore books&comics. http://kilgorebooks.com/
Sometimes when I write in this blog, I feel like I’m alone in a room talking to a mirror. Which is normally how I spend my Friday nights.
I’m reading a great book called The amazing adventures of Kavalier & Clay, while the snow falls on the city I’m wrapped up in. I wrap up in a blanket and read.
I really need to invest in an actual bed pretty soon. I’ve been sleeping on this futon cushion for the past year, and I’m only getting older by the day, which makes me feel like I should be putting on some kind of adult facade. At least give some kind of impression that I am put together as a normal human being and less like a transient squatting in some abandoned home. It would also be nice to sleep in an actual bed instead of a freaking cushion! I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about how cool it would be to be able to put things underneath where I sleep. Don’t take that storage space for granted, folks!
Now, I can’t speak for you, but, there are a few things I’d like to avoid in my life:
1. Dying a very messy death (i.e. hacked up with an ax, torn apart–anything really bloody).
2. Having to cross a rope bridge over anything extremely high up.
3. Swimming in the ocean, and being caught in the current and carried out.
4. Being in a motorboat that could possibly be flipped over leaving me in a situation like #3.
5. Being lit on fire and not dying.
6. Getting stuck outside in an electrical storm.
7. Completely losing my eyesight.
and, not finally, but, because I’m getting tired:
8. Having any of my fingernails fall off.
Think about that! I can’t! It makes me want to throw up to think about what’s even under my fingernails! I imagine it’s like some sort of Clam meat! It’s really only a door slam on your finger away. Disgusting. I hate being human.
Noah! That’s a very engrossing read and I hope you enjoy it. I didn’t get into Chabon’s other books, but I heard him read an excerpt of his new one and I might pick it up, it’s partially “auto-bio” which we comic artists (mostly) appreciate!
Looking forward to Blammo!
Congratulations on your continuing evolution. There’s something special about goys like you and me, who come from minimum wage obscurity to become towering figures on the intellectual scene. Here we are, emerging from the shadows to eventually ascend to the moneyed class, challenging conventional ignorance and serving a disordered society. And it’s all because we believe in simple goodness. Our critics may outnumber our disciples ten to none, but we are not dismayed. We know we’ve been taken out of context since we were born. I am happy to see that you have found an outlet for your insanity. “Blammo! Now, for a limited time only, available to all the people! Soon to be a steal on eBay.” I approve of your work, even though I haven’t studied it yet. Whatever its value, I’m sure it’s better than stealing from children, harvesting organs from the poor, or clubbing baby seals. You accomplish great things, while I worry myself sick over continental drift. You know, my mother’s middle name is Gay, and I have long been peeved that a certain segment of our great society (which will remain nameless here) misappropriated that name to themselves without any consideration for my feelings, the feelings of my angel mother, or the feelings of my little sister, whose middle name is also Gay. I have decided upon a compromise with that certain segment of our great society, rather than resorting to litigation for injunctive relief. They may use the homophone “Ghey.” What do you think of my magnanimity? This short email is my long-about way of saying, son, that I’m proud of you. Here I am, a pre-consumptive poet, suffering agonies of remorse, with a persistent sense that I am condemned by heaven, yea, cursed by God Himself, cast out and despised. Yet, I look to you, with that Nazarene look you so casually sport, and I feel some reason to pause from my painful self-sabotage. Thank you. When the present calls, I’m there, and I know that you are, too.
I love you.
Thus Spake St. Holiday
Thank you, Father.
I really appreciate that.