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[Oct. 8th, 2009|01:50 pm] |
Just dropping a note to the 3 people still left here on Livejournal that I'll be taking commissions this weekend! Hit me up at mudron(at) gmail.com if there's something silly/stupid/funny you'd like me to draw.
Also, here's an a bunch of stuff that I've been noodling around with lately:
(I'll probably start selling prints of things like these in the near future - I'll post about it when it happens.) |
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[Jul. 30th, 2009|04:57 pm] |
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Now that Livejournal is officially a ghostown, can we start looting? |
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[Jul. 27th, 2009|11:21 am] |
"In a house on the main shopping street of Pompeii, a pair of human skeletons lies. And on the wall beside them, in brightly colored brush strokes, this image is displayed: flowers and songbirds living in a green world on the slopes of a mountain. And by the aid of PCR, and electron microprobe, and computer, DNA from the bones teaches us that the skeletons were father and son. In August of A.D. 79, the pair climbed atop a knee-deep drift of volcanic dust that had snowed down from the mount and flowed indoors - flowed from the very same mountain depicted upon the wall. The boy, aged about fourteen years, is lying on his back upon the drift. His jaw hangs open at an angle suggestive of a last conscious moment spent gaping like a fish, and trying to swallow air. His head is turned to one side, as if to fix his gaze forever upon his father's outstretched left hand. They died, apparently, at the same instant, their fingers gently entwined.
In the Vesuvian ash, among bones shut out from starlight and from sunlight for close on two thousand years, I have gazed into the eyeless sockets of a skull that never lived to see a pocket-computer-assisted scientist, never lived to see flying machines above the mount or space station Alpha speeding beneath the stars. And though the empire of Rome stretches far and awat, like a civilization completely alien to us, the bones speak of our common humanity, speak still, from their last second of life, of love and mutual tenderness."
- Charles Pellegrino |
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| Also, the Silk Spectre cannot act her way out of a paper bag. |
[Mar. 3rd, 2009|09:48 am] |
Saw Watchmen last night. Was pretty enjoyable, even if it's way too glossy for it's own good and the new ending (while understandable why they did it) is kind of a misfire. The opening credits are some of the best I've ever seen, though.
Anyway, pretty awesome if you're coming at it as a movie fan first and a comics fan second, though if you live and breath funnybooks you'll probably find it a kind of "meh" experience. |
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| Having Bill on your team is sometimes not a good idea. |
[Feb. 28th, 2009|11:22 am] |
You know those projects you sometimes take as a freelance artist where you end up working on a project you hate with people you despise? Well, Leslie Levings and her Beastlies are one such pairing. FO' REALS. When she emailed me in January to ask me if I'd help her with some storyboards for a Beastlies project, I was all like "I'LL ONLY DO THIS IF YOU PAY ME, LIKE, A MILLION GODDAMNED DOLLARS BECAUSE I HATE YOU AND YOUR GODDAMNED BEASTLIES".
Now that I'm sailing the seas with the solid-gold boat I bought with my Beastlies blood-money (Did you know that a million dollars is nothing to someone living in L.A., especially someone who's fiancee is a drug mule for the Russian mob?), I feel comfortable posting an excerpt from said storyboards.
That said, Leslie is gonna be at this year's Stumptown Comics Fest here in Portland in April. If you don't show up and buy 3 Beastlies apiece, I will sit on you in person. |
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| Prints! |
[Feb. 4th, 2009|02:32 pm] |
Anyone out there familiar with print-on-demand joints online who'll ship your prints directly to people who order them rather than sending a pile of prints directly to your door to distribute them?
I want to sell copies of the 1up/EGM tribute image I created earlier this month, but I don't want to take a bath on printing/shipping costs on my own, especially since I'm relatively broke AND have no idea what the real demand for these things are. (I tried setting up an account with inprnt.com several weeks ago but they seem to suck the root big time when it comes to cusomer service.) |
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[Jan. 28th, 2009|10:54 am] |
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The song to be played at your funeral as your corpse is being laid into the ground - what will it be? Go crazy, folks. |
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| Note to self. |
[Jan. 21st, 2009|12:00 am] |
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Okay Bill, knock it off - time to look for paying work again. Like, NOW. Rent is due, son. |
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[Dec. 26th, 2008|05:23 pm] |
This is in reply to Anne's fantastic Penguin Mug video:
Anyway, I hope everyone had a good holiday. I got socks and fudge (socks courtesy of the way too cool Brenna Zedan), so I can't complain. |
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[Dec. 24th, 2008|09:52 am] |
Someday, legend will tell of Bill Mudron's noble efforts to travel to the distant land known as 'Frederick Meyer' to procure an obscure treasure known as a 'Christ-mas Eve Turkey', only to be struck down by the snow and ice demons that laid waste to all known methods of transportation and made a journey on foot nigh impossible for a fat man who wanders the world in treadless Chuck Taylor shoes.
AND LO, OUR HERO'S QUEST WAS FOR NAUGHT AND HE DECIDED TO ORDER A PIZZA INSTEAD. LET US PRAY THAT SAID 'PIZZA MAN' WILL HEAR HIS PITIFUL CRY FOR HALP AND DESCEND FROM THE MOUNTAIN TOP WITH SOME HOT WINGS IN TIME FOR TONIGHT'S SHOWING OF IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE. |
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[Dec. 8th, 2008|10:10 am] |
Also, it was Tom Waits' birthday yesterday (something that no fewer than 3 people I know remembered off the top of their head), and so, yeah:
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