Jason Marcy

Yep, another go at the grey wash technique...

This first one has me goofing around with grey tone, using in this case watercolor pencils. I kinda stole this method from Miss Lasko Gross and her Escape From Special book, though to lesser effect and skill. Seeing as how the daily is an "exercise" in drawing, it's a good place to test run this look...

Worked myself hard earlier with the weights. Not trying to get too far into my new workout, just baby steps. But it is pain in new places, believe me. I've been reading A Dull Roar:What I Did on My Summer Deracination by Henry Rollins. The guy is walking discipline and pure intensity. He's really at a place where he no longer questions the life he leads (being alone), or what the fuck people think. It's all about "the work" for him.
I know, I've brought this up before, the whole "why the fuck can't I get shit done?" question.
It was an intense weekend. My family in town. Yesterday morning went well, but it kinda went downhill from there, and I certainly played my part in making that happen. My mother and I butt heads a lot, it's crazy. We both gotta be right, and end up saying stupid shit.She's a ball of emotion, and I'm the bat alot of the time trying to hit her outta the park. A lot of family tension and stress. We all just need to fucking relax in the Marcy family. Just all take some chill pills.Things were left very bad when I dropped them at the GO Station for their train, and I feel bad about it, but fuck, it is what it is.
The intensity has died down a bit, my workout helped a lot.
I need to start to focus again, get on top of some jobs I've got lined up artwise and kick it. I need to hit my next book like it's my last. Get it fucking done. Instead, I've been sitting here downloading songs from the NIN remix site waiting for mister_f to call (he never did...), and wandering downstairs to make sure Kris' microsoft computer is working right with our new wireless router. Oh, and I've been attending to some laundry, though thankfully my Mom did a lot of that.
Now to go change said laundry.

So today I turn 38, and I would be remiss not to say a big ol' HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my fellow July 17th b-day pal, cartoonmayhem!!
:)
Anyway, heading toward forty, waaaay north of 30 but still somewhat south of fifty. All in all, I feel like I did yesterday: 20 physically, 15 mentally.
HAR!!!!!

So I had qmaster_p (Mr. Paul Quinn...) out here for the weekend. First time I've seen him in person since last year's FanExpo, and the first time he's been to Oshawa in over five years!! Hell, we still lived in our first apartment the last time he was up...
Anyways, bashed out his daily strip collection Me Myself and I for him. I should call it his aborted daily strip, as he tried valiantly for a year to do it but soon decided it wasn't for him. It's an 88 page tp and will debut at FanExpo 2008 at the Hairy Bald Guy Books table. It may be of special note to you fans of my strip because I make a fair number of appearances in it...
Speaking of the Expo, it'll be my ten year anniversary of going to that show. It was pretty modest the first go round, just a chunk of one of the Halls in the deep bowels of the Metro Toronto Convention Centre. It's become this mammoth thing now, but always a blast. Well, once we get past the signing in bullshit, I get into the gig. I'm thinking of making some ten year anniversary shirts for the event.
Speaking of anniversaries, next year will be twenty years of me drawing comics. Sheeeeit...
Having qmaster_p out here was great fun. We did the usual rounds after laboring on the book: the local comic store, the Chapters, Sebben Lebben. It was great to just sit around and shoot the shit, or listen to some Rollins spoken word or comedy by David Cross and Bobcat Goldthwait, while I scanned in/laid out the book. I actually had them separation butterflies whenever one of my pallies leaves town after spending some time here. It'll be something awful after it's time for mister_f to leave after his annual August trek...
Some strips to ink.
Also, not looking forward to working tomorrow with just the Bossman until 3.Bah.

Okay. The July 9th strip. I'm being a HUGE drama queen here...of course, most dailies are done almost in the heat of the moment, so a lot of stuff either gets said (I'll leave Kris to actually comment on her"exact" words, cause she asked me to, though I did get most of them I think...), or I'll say something like "The Dream will be over".
Well, no, not exactly. Even though most folks seem to hold their noses about P.O.D., I really believe it's the publishing wave of the future for those turned away by the Indy comic publishers. I've seen some beautiful work (especially from lucylou...) from P.O.D. publishing. Worse thing that happens, I print the damn book myself.
But in the heat of the moment, during intense discussion or argument, a lot of stupid shit gets said.
And I say a lot of it, and y'all know it!!

Something l'il mister_f filmed on the Sunday of MoCCA. I actually like the sound of my voice in this. Probably cause I got a cold.


Oh, why am I home today? Xander was up at 1:00am with an earache. He never fell back asleep until nine this morning! He gets to go to the Doctor when Mom gets home, and I get to go into a shortened version of work. BTW, I am pretty exhausted as well, and yes, a sore throat and some congestion has manifested itself, along with a cough. Yay me...

Holy crap.
My bestest pal Joe Meyer, or as he goes by in this here thing, mister_f, turned 40 today!! A couple of days ago we were remembering the first time we met in the flesh. He was 24, I a lad of 22. Now look at us, 16 years later. Next week I hit the 38 number, and I have little thoughts on that (save for my continuing march into dinosaur hood for those under the age of 30, as my existance matters less and less to those spring chickens...)
Anyways, a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my pally. Go on over to his lj and wish him the best on his march into senility!!
:D

Hey, checkitout, kids:

Teaser from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog on Vimeo.
Hoo boy!!A supervillain musical? I just know I'm gonna be down with this. And fucking Doogie Howswer's in it, man!!! Wooo!! Check out the main site while you're at it...

I hated his work, that whole Image-y thing he had going on, drawing the overly sexy impossibly stacked/thin bitches and all, but it's still horrible to hear this news. Michael Turner passes away at 37.
I know he'd been afflicted with Cancer a few years back, so I'm sure this was something to do with it.
Like I said, I had no love of his work, but I did respect his success in the Industry and the man himself.

Trailer for the season ending two parter of Doctor Who, England this week and next:


They're not even beginning to show this season in Canada until September! And CBC here coproduces the damn show!!!
I'm hoping for early DVD release...