NOTCOT!!

On a side note, I just found out that my illustration entitled "Never Telling The Odds" has been featured on NotCot.org! You have no idea how excited I am right now. I'm a big big fan of the site and to see my artwork on their is like....I can't come up with a good analogy but it's fucking awesome! So please, go check it out and rate it. It's a great site too. If you're ever bored on the internet (Which happens to me a lot) go there, you'll love it.


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Fuck you North Bergan Police Department and any local tow truck services in the area of North New Jersey

So today I want to share you the wonderful experience I just went through about 2 hours ago. I'm on my way home from Clifton, driving in a bad storm. Now, I know people are probably going to tell me I shouldn't be driving out in the rain, but all I have to say to that is fuck you. I'm not going to let weather dictate my life. So I'm driving home and I slow down to take this curve on the highway. Mind you, this curve has no lights and its pitch black and fucking raining. I'm looking at the road, I'm going around the curve slow, nothing out of the ordinary. The road looks wet from the rain, whatever. I accelerate out of the turn. I then hit the biggest fucking puddle on the face of the earth. It was like a tiny ocean. Dolphins and all.

I hydroplane into the middle of the road and my car shuts off. At this point in time, it seems that every car in north jersey had been following me and proceeded to break behind me and honk. Luckily for me a tow truck came about a minute later and pushed me to the side of the road where another gentleman was waiting, who had a similar problem. I talked to the tow truck guy who said he wasn't going to move us until he called the cops to block off the road so he didn't get it.

I call my mom to let her know what happened and she then informs me that I have a "Road Side Assistance Plan" on my cell phone, which I had never known about until this moment in time. The tow truck then decides to leave, and I am left alone with the two other dudes in the other car, under a dark bridge, ready to get hit by another car at a moments notice. Luckily that didn't happen. Long story short, Road side called me and said they were going to get a tow truck out to get me but they never came. Also, they tried to reach several other tow truck companies but they didn't want to come get me and my fellow "worse case scenario" comrad. They then call the cops and they never show up. The tow truck, road side assistance, and even my own mother called the police...and they still didn't show.

I was under that bridge for about an hour and a half. Eventually the man in the other car got his son to come and give him a boost and he went on his merry way. They did try to help me, so I want to thank the 2 dudes in the car and the one guys son for helping a shmuck like me. I also want to thank the 3 other people who pulled over to make sure I was alright. It's good to know that there are people out there who aren't total scumbags. I eventually got home after letting the engine dry a bit. And then a half hour after being home...the fucking cops call me to see if I need help. So I just want to thank the North Bergan Police Department for letting me sit on a very dangerous curve, next to a very big puddle. And not setting up a road block so this won't happen or to prevent a car from hydroplaning into mine thus wrecking it. Or even to send a tow truck to come get me before I get brutally and savagely rapped by a Yeti.

No seriously...it's cool. I enjoy being left out in the rain with my car ready to get smashed like a horny tramp on prom night. I think it's awesome that North Bergan is about 5 minutes away from where I was and they did absolutely jack shit to help someone out. But it's cool, you and tow truck guys must be biffles or something. Thats the only way to explain the level of douche baggery that both of you displayed this evening.

Atleast the Yeti would have kept me company.


-Davel

Scruffy Looking Nerf Herder

So saturday night I began working on a drawing of Han solo (The Man) and I finished working on it this afternoon. I've been wanting to tackle an iconic figure of that magnitude for a very long time. Especially someone from Star Wars. I actually drew a full Han but cropped it after I colored and tweaked it a bit. The drawing didn't really look like Han that much but once I began to paint it via photoshop cs3, it began to look more like Harrison Ford..but a little drunk. Which is always a good thing.

With this piece I tried something a little different. It's really refreshing and challenging to keep things looking different. But thats half the fun. You can expect more characters from the saga to appear around here. For now, I would love to hear some feedback.

Later

-Davel

Cinema At It's Finest

I'm not going to write a long review about this movie because chances are, you've read about 80 thus far. But I need to express at how satisfied I am after watching The Dark Knight. So satisfied that if I hear someone bad mouth it, I will deck them in the face, ignoring any and all consequences. That being sad, I highly suggest you go watch The Dark Knight and be amazed at it's multi-layered awesomness. Not only does it break the mold of the comic book/ superhero genre, it dives head first into crime drama genre, and it mixes everything in like a nice warm stew. I would love to get into why it was so amazing, but then I would be ruining the movie going expereince for you. This is film. This is what movies are supposed to be like. So please, go out there, expereince movie magic at its finest. And please, PLEASE, spend your money on watching this and not renting "Meet The Spartans".

I can't believe they're still making shitty movies like that...god help us all.


Later


-Davel

Dr, Horrible, You're Actually Quite Pleasant

So I came across this at the beginning of the week and it is just awesome. I've been a big Joss Whedon fan for a long time and this is some of his best work. It's really funny and it has a great story. Overall, it's truly rad. So I suggest to everyone go watch it (I'm talking to the 5 people that actually read this blog) and support it. Rock out the banner, as if it were your cock.

Later




-Davel

Maybe I Am Going Crazy?

Last night I had another weird dream. Sadly, no Batman. It began with me wondering into my basement and discovering a new staircase leading somewhere below my house. Now, ever since I was a kid, I always though that this huge white house at the end of my street had secret tunnels under it. I don't know why, but I always thought it did. The house is fucking huge. Anyway, the staircase was old and was made of rusted metal and old warped wood. I went down the stairs and it took me to what look like a large factory with tunnels connecting to it and going in different directions. There had to be more than a dozen tunnels. Everything was old and covered in dirt and dust. The air was heavy and stale.

I walked around for a bit and saw a lot of old work stations and sewing machines, along with pipes and random items scattered along the floor. Notebooks, pens, cloths, that sort of thing. I look down one hallway with a high ceiling that connected to part of the factory and I see 2 men. One was a tall lanky gentleman, the other was a midget. The taller man starts to run and the midget rides away with him on his wooden tricycle.

I chase them down the hallway and into the black void of the factory hallway. I remember stopping because I didn't hear them anymore and was scared shitless because I didn't know if they stopped to hide and attack me. I walk further and realize that to my left was a room that resembled one of the french rooms you see at The Met. It had that french Renaissance decor. I see the midget and he runs into what looks like a really wide fireplace. I chase him into it but he's gone. Mind you the room is dirty as fuck and has cloths scattered everywhere. There's also false light coming in through the curtains, like someone proped a light to make it seem like it's natural sunlight.

I press my hand against the end of the fireplace, having crawled into it's deep opening. I press my hand against it again and realize that the backpeice moves upward. I open it and run into yet another hallway. I've entered a mansion. It seems that a giant home was built into the factory, but still under ground. With many rooms with false light. I find the tiny man in yet another room and chase him into the closet. I remember this vividly because part of me wanted him to attack me but I tried so hard to control my dream and to change the outcome. I ended up attacking him and then woke up.

I have no idea what this means, but holy fuck, I'm totally writing a story about it.

Later

-Davel

I May Have A Blogging Problem

Ok so this morning I finished a new illustration entitled "Tanked". I was having some doubts about putting it up or not, I think it has something to do with the fact that yellow is not my favorite color in the world, but I did feel the need to use yellow. Expect some tweaking, I see it coming soon. Maybe just to fix the shade of yellow to something lighter, who knows. Anyway, I don't have any pictures of the new shirts because I want to make a few more and iron out the kinks in the shirt making process before I get ahead of myself and show the world what I have to offer. I promise, they look bad ass and would totally rock them everyday of my life.

Anyway, I want to talk more about "Tanked". I wanted to draw something that reminded me the way I would feel when I used to get hammered. It was like a fluid heavy feeling, it was odd. So I came up with this. The circles and all the bubbles in the back represent the alcohol rushing to your head and giving you that woozy feeling. I also used the likeness of someone I know, who I thought was a great representation of a drunk, as fucked up as that sounds. It's not a direct likeness but it was definitely inspired by him and his antics. It's weird because I do like it but I feel weird about it. To tell you the truth I think it's because I pumped this out within 4 or 5 hours as opposed to a year of working on it from time to time. Which is an interesting/terrible way of working.

Working that way always gave me time to see around every corner and inspect every little inch of a peice. So I'm second guessing myself because I'm not working in that kind of time frame, which isn't good at all because I could be doing a lot in that time. Be wary of how you choose to take on your endevours.

EDIT: Yeah, sorry, I forgot to add the picture. I'm fucking stupid.

Later

-Davel