Desperate Housewives. Love this show. I’ve seen four episodes already. It fills the void left by Sex and the City. There are four strong female protagonists too, seemingly picking up where the SATC foursome left off. The Desperate characters are suburban women who lead very interesting lives; they’re a bunch of friends whose life, love and lust experiences are unique yet familiar. I especially like ex-Melrose Place villainess Marcia Cross’ compelling turn as an obsessive-compulsive wife and mother. Very funny and charming stuff. There’s also a mystery brewing at their neighborhood, Wysteria Lane, that threatens to shatter the assorted characters' seemingly peaceful coexistence. A housewife who killed herself in the pilot is the unusual (and humorous) narrator of every episode.
The Pre-Infinite Crisis books. I like how everything pivotal happens in DC Comics titles like OMAC, Villains United, Rann-Thanagar War and Day of Vengeance. I wish they didn’t take too long to finish, but it’s an interesting and massive way to set up the sequel to the milestone Crisis on Infinite Earths, which is celebrating its 20th anniversary. Other DC books I’m enjoying right now are Grant Morrisson’s Zatanna and JLA’s first issue of Geoff John’s and Allan Heinberg’s run. I wish Marvel’s House of M event created as much excitement for me, but so far, the new alternate reality just reminds me of old What If stories, the post-Onslaught reboot, and Age of Apocalypse. But I’m crossing my fingers. Hope the story improves.
Justice League Unlimited. Over thirty Justice Leaguers in one show. Most of them are background characters, and the focus has mainly been on the core group and some supporting cast members, but the stories are so epic and solid that it’s created a strong continuity that’s removed from the comic books. I hope Marvel is learning from the success of this series and makes a decent Avengers cartoon soon…
Bone. I’ve recently read three trade paperbacks and several single issues, and I must say that writer-artist Jeff Smith is one talented guy. His clean, cartoony style, pacing and overall sturdy storytelling are really special.
Cutting Crew’s Everything But My Pride. Nostalgia time. What a sad but lovely song. Bought their compilation CD last week.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Thank You Consequence
Been a tiring but worthwhile week for this old geekboy. I just wanna thank some people for just being there and doing good stuff. Shout-outs to:
John, for hanging out and helping me with computer stuff. And for just being creative, wise and generous as always.
Benedickie, for letting me work in his place, the Bone TPB’s and JLU eps (Justice League versus the super-clones! Yay!).
People who gave favorable reactions to my comic book in the last month or so. I’m sincerely delighted that you connected with my work and found something valuable in it. Eric Julian Manalastas, Ruel de Jesus, Bong, Chriscroix, Markus, Chuayjai, Karl the Humanities professor, Fudge, Benedict’s friend Kris and all the others who bought and read it, thank you so much. And Chrissy a.k.a. Boi Bitch… I really appreciate your never-ending pimpage.
Dean, for writing this touching and inspiring post. That’s very cool.
McVie, for this really funny interview with blogging phenom Badinggerzie and other fun posts.
People who visit this blog, thank you for sharing your presence and thoughts. Click on the other bloggers’ links, too. Each one’s unique. They all have interesting stories and ideas to share.
My family, just because.
Thank you, thank you. :)
John, for hanging out and helping me with computer stuff. And for just being creative, wise and generous as always.
Benedickie, for letting me work in his place, the Bone TPB’s and JLU eps (Justice League versus the super-clones! Yay!).
People who gave favorable reactions to my comic book in the last month or so. I’m sincerely delighted that you connected with my work and found something valuable in it. Eric Julian Manalastas, Ruel de Jesus, Bong, Chriscroix, Markus, Chuayjai, Karl the Humanities professor, Fudge, Benedict’s friend Kris and all the others who bought and read it, thank you so much. And Chrissy a.k.a. Boi Bitch… I really appreciate your never-ending pimpage.
Dean, for writing this touching and inspiring post. That’s very cool.
McVie, for this really funny interview with blogging phenom Badinggerzie and other fun posts.
People who visit this blog, thank you for sharing your presence and thoughts. Click on the other bloggers’ links, too. Each one’s unique. They all have interesting stories and ideas to share.
My family, just because.
Thank you, thank you. :)
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Pen and ink, 1997
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Let's Get Metaphysical
I’ve been extremely busy with stuff, but the comments in the previous post have inspired me to hand over my two cents on the very touchy subject of worship. It’s always a thorny issue, and it invites endless debates. But it’s an issue worth talking about.
I’m not a big fan of it, as older readers of this blog or my friends already know. And as I have mentioned before, faith will always be a personal thing. It will always be up to you which pre-established beliefs you can apply to your daily dealings and search for spiritual contentment. If you don’t believe in God in whichever manifestation countless religions have presented them to you, that’s cool too. In this day and age, that liberty to choose is a crucial one, and one that mustn’t be suppressed by anyone.
I agree that many people have found, and continue to find, comfort and direction with their beliefs, despite the imperfections of traditional systems. I acknowledge that people need to have moral codes or compasses at some point in their lives; whether they attain that through learning old teachings from old prophets or even from the expansive and infinite terrains of pop culture is entirely up to them.
Religion, like anything man-made, is imperfect because we all have limited perceptions, no matter how we have, since time immemorial, claimed monopolies of various truths. Many lives were lost and rich cultures were destroyed by “holy” wars, inquisitions, and crusades throughout the centuries. Blood has been spilled “in God’s name”, and it has created rifts and inspired pissing matches on a grand scale. It hasn’t stopped. People still justify trampling on people’s rights by brandishing ever-reliable “God” today.
What’s also disheartening about old institutions like the Church, in its many incarnations, is that they’re not open to evolving ideas anymore. To cite a recent glaring example: the late Pope John Paul II stated for the record that gay people are “evil”. When the world’s most powerful religious leader says something like that, it’s not merely an opinion. It’s canon, a declaration that homosexuals are abnormal, sinful and cannot be part of a productive society. And if someone this influential can be so bold and self-righteous to make such an “inspired” assessment, I shudder at the thought of how that strengthens followers with latent homophobia. I fear and feel sad for gay persons stuck in such a hate-mongering, very selective thoughtscape. And it’s also disappointing that very few Christians have shown the courage to speak up against such unjust and, to be frank, stupid attitudes.
All that being said, there are followers who are realistic and practical enough to go with their own judgments regarding alternative lifestyles, birth control and feminism, and it’s really good that many people are willing to dissect complicated issues like these (these elicit contrasting views, depending on which priest you ask). And it must be noted that some faiths are trying to be relevant with the times by being more accepting of differences. Some have proven to be helpful to those in temporal need as well.
My Dad once asked me why I wasn’t a Christian anymore (he had to find out when I briefly mentioned that fact in a Gary V. article I wrote two years back). I simply answered, “I can’t relate to Christianity anymore.” I wanted to elaborate that I couldn’t relate to its many intricacies—the mystical backstory, the repetitive rituals and the hypocritical declarations, among other things. I couldn’t tell him that I didn't believe in the selfish, bossy bastard the Christian God has continuously been portrayed as anymore—an embodiment of “might makes right”—a cosmic bogeyman that I do not find worthy to judge me.
But we didn’t talk about it anymore. He was obviously disappointed, but he just let me be, as he always has. Maybe one day, we’ll discuss it. I hope we do, honestly, so that he’ll at least understand where I’m coming from. He has his beliefs, as do my other relatives, and I respect them.
I don’t know for sure if there’s a real Supreme Being, or if he/she/it was just concocted by ancient scribes to be an imaginary friend for grown-ups. But if there’s anything I’ve learned and continue to learn about life, it’s tolerance. A little goes a long way. We can just agree to disagree; none of us are getting any younger. It’s actually hard sometimes, but let’s just celebrate diversity. At the end of the day, we all want the same things, even when our daily addictions and preferences differ.
It’s a small planet, and we’ve very little time to make our efforts count, God or no God.
I’m not a big fan of it, as older readers of this blog or my friends already know. And as I have mentioned before, faith will always be a personal thing. It will always be up to you which pre-established beliefs you can apply to your daily dealings and search for spiritual contentment. If you don’t believe in God in whichever manifestation countless religions have presented them to you, that’s cool too. In this day and age, that liberty to choose is a crucial one, and one that mustn’t be suppressed by anyone.
I agree that many people have found, and continue to find, comfort and direction with their beliefs, despite the imperfections of traditional systems. I acknowledge that people need to have moral codes or compasses at some point in their lives; whether they attain that through learning old teachings from old prophets or even from the expansive and infinite terrains of pop culture is entirely up to them.
Religion, like anything man-made, is imperfect because we all have limited perceptions, no matter how we have, since time immemorial, claimed monopolies of various truths. Many lives were lost and rich cultures were destroyed by “holy” wars, inquisitions, and crusades throughout the centuries. Blood has been spilled “in God’s name”, and it has created rifts and inspired pissing matches on a grand scale. It hasn’t stopped. People still justify trampling on people’s rights by brandishing ever-reliable “God” today.
What’s also disheartening about old institutions like the Church, in its many incarnations, is that they’re not open to evolving ideas anymore. To cite a recent glaring example: the late Pope John Paul II stated for the record that gay people are “evil”. When the world’s most powerful religious leader says something like that, it’s not merely an opinion. It’s canon, a declaration that homosexuals are abnormal, sinful and cannot be part of a productive society. And if someone this influential can be so bold and self-righteous to make such an “inspired” assessment, I shudder at the thought of how that strengthens followers with latent homophobia. I fear and feel sad for gay persons stuck in such a hate-mongering, very selective thoughtscape. And it’s also disappointing that very few Christians have shown the courage to speak up against such unjust and, to be frank, stupid attitudes.
All that being said, there are followers who are realistic and practical enough to go with their own judgments regarding alternative lifestyles, birth control and feminism, and it’s really good that many people are willing to dissect complicated issues like these (these elicit contrasting views, depending on which priest you ask). And it must be noted that some faiths are trying to be relevant with the times by being more accepting of differences. Some have proven to be helpful to those in temporal need as well.
My Dad once asked me why I wasn’t a Christian anymore (he had to find out when I briefly mentioned that fact in a Gary V. article I wrote two years back). I simply answered, “I can’t relate to Christianity anymore.” I wanted to elaborate that I couldn’t relate to its many intricacies—the mystical backstory, the repetitive rituals and the hypocritical declarations, among other things. I couldn’t tell him that I didn't believe in the selfish, bossy bastard the Christian God has continuously been portrayed as anymore—an embodiment of “might makes right”—a cosmic bogeyman that I do not find worthy to judge me.
But we didn’t talk about it anymore. He was obviously disappointed, but he just let me be, as he always has. Maybe one day, we’ll discuss it. I hope we do, honestly, so that he’ll at least understand where I’m coming from. He has his beliefs, as do my other relatives, and I respect them.
I don’t know for sure if there’s a real Supreme Being, or if he/she/it was just concocted by ancient scribes to be an imaginary friend for grown-ups. But if there’s anything I’ve learned and continue to learn about life, it’s tolerance. A little goes a long way. We can just agree to disagree; none of us are getting any younger. It’s actually hard sometimes, but let’s just celebrate diversity. At the end of the day, we all want the same things, even when our daily addictions and preferences differ.
It’s a small planet, and we’ve very little time to make our efforts count, God or no God.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Drawn using Microsoft's Paint program (and a rickety mouse) some time last January.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Calm Betwixt the Storms
Jed stared at him in the dark, unblinking, the sole light from the muted motel TV giving flickering shape to his peaceful, lips-parted slumber. Unable to resist, he kissed Ehren’s mouth softly; it was a pure and sincere gesture, with nary a hint of regret or hesitation. Crouched over his once-secret lover’s naked form, he proceeded to run his fingers through his thick, dark hair, their bodies touching again under the large, thin blanket that somehow, miraculously and continuously, kept the airconditioned chill at bay.
Ehren stirred, scratched his left cheek, and quietly exhaled, “Hnnnnnhhhrrrr… heyyy…”
They hugged abruptly and fiercely, and tossed aside their “magic” blanket, suddenly excited that their bodies were generating their own protective warmth.
“God, I love you so much,” Ehren whispered.
Jed didn’t reply anymore, as his mouth was busy doing other things. He’s used to replying in actions, anyway, and that particularly endeared him to sweet, loyal Ehren early on. Their bodies blurred, heaved and thumped their shifting, slapping percussion beats, until they rapidly gasped into a spasm, in unison, eight minutes later. They burst into loud giggles and happy cussing, unmindful of the sheet of paper posted at the door (and it was posted at every door) that hopelessly requested, “PLEASE OBSERVE SILENCE”.
“Hmh… that chubby veejay’s so cuuute… he needs a veejaying workshop, but damn, he’s so ooomffff!” Jed said while shaking the remote control giddily. “I rode a jeep last week with the seats covered in tarpaulin banners of his first ad… remember that? So anyway, I sat on his face--well, his tarpaulin face--so, yuumm…”
“Jed. She knows,” Ehren interrupted.
“Who? Knows what?!”
“Rubie Regalia. She knows that we’re on to her. It’s only a matter of time until she tracks one of us careless or drunk enough to stray off of Andy’s mind-maps, and breaks him or her into revealing each and every Alternatural’s location. Andy and Octophelia are gathering the others right now. I’m needed, Jed. We need volunteers too. So, are you--”
“But… but the others can handle it. You don’t have to be Spectro anymore. Come on! I gave up being Jacob the Fibber for you. There are dozens of them, Ehren… please, stay.”
“I’m needed. I gotta do this. You know I should. There isn’t much time left. And once Regalia mobilizes her troops—we’ve seen her organizing a new Core Four already—we’re all done for. I mean, that earth elemental Gaulus? He’s a confirmed member already. Our team’s gonna be needing me and some of the other heavy hitters. And please, don’t use telepathy on me to keep me from the job this time.”
Jed’s brow knitted. He pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and quietly stared at the still-muted TV.
Ehren sat down and stood up; activating his mystically spawned gift of speed, he rushed to the bathroom to briskly clean up for at least half a minute. He sped out back, while a playful glow of colors from his chest emitted heat that dried his dripping body in barely three seconds.
He then manifested his uniform by thought, which enveloped his glistening physique like interconnecting tentacles of spandex, leather and enduramesh. Jed has seen this transformation numerous times before, and has always shown enthusiasm for the “kinky” aspects of every private spectacle. But he just sat there on the bed this time, unmoving and his eyes transfixed on the old Kylie video.
“Bye, baby,” Ehren said after planting a kiss on the sulking Jed’s left cheek. "I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just yell if there’s anything wrong. You know the drill. I… I’m sorry, but I gotta go now. Oh, and the car needs gas, don’t forget.”
Ehren opened the window and flew off, leaving a streak of tiny red and gold sparks in his wake. Jed slowly moved his head to the direction of the open window, whose curtains fluttered violently at the intruding post-typhoon winds.
He sighed, tisked and flipped the remote to change the channel.
Ehren stirred, scratched his left cheek, and quietly exhaled, “Hnnnnnhhhrrrr… heyyy…”
They hugged abruptly and fiercely, and tossed aside their “magic” blanket, suddenly excited that their bodies were generating their own protective warmth.
“God, I love you so much,” Ehren whispered.
Jed didn’t reply anymore, as his mouth was busy doing other things. He’s used to replying in actions, anyway, and that particularly endeared him to sweet, loyal Ehren early on. Their bodies blurred, heaved and thumped their shifting, slapping percussion beats, until they rapidly gasped into a spasm, in unison, eight minutes later. They burst into loud giggles and happy cussing, unmindful of the sheet of paper posted at the door (and it was posted at every door) that hopelessly requested, “PLEASE OBSERVE SILENCE”.
“Hmh… that chubby veejay’s so cuuute… he needs a veejaying workshop, but damn, he’s so ooomffff!” Jed said while shaking the remote control giddily. “I rode a jeep last week with the seats covered in tarpaulin banners of his first ad… remember that? So anyway, I sat on his face--well, his tarpaulin face--so, yuumm…”
“Jed. She knows,” Ehren interrupted.
“Who? Knows what?!”
“Rubie Regalia. She knows that we’re on to her. It’s only a matter of time until she tracks one of us careless or drunk enough to stray off of Andy’s mind-maps, and breaks him or her into revealing each and every Alternatural’s location. Andy and Octophelia are gathering the others right now. I’m needed, Jed. We need volunteers too. So, are you--”
“But… but the others can handle it. You don’t have to be Spectro anymore. Come on! I gave up being Jacob the Fibber for you. There are dozens of them, Ehren… please, stay.”
“I’m needed. I gotta do this. You know I should. There isn’t much time left. And once Regalia mobilizes her troops—we’ve seen her organizing a new Core Four already—we’re all done for. I mean, that earth elemental Gaulus? He’s a confirmed member already. Our team’s gonna be needing me and some of the other heavy hitters. And please, don’t use telepathy on me to keep me from the job this time.”
Jed’s brow knitted. He pulled the blanket up to his shoulders and quietly stared at the still-muted TV.
Ehren sat down and stood up; activating his mystically spawned gift of speed, he rushed to the bathroom to briskly clean up for at least half a minute. He sped out back, while a playful glow of colors from his chest emitted heat that dried his dripping body in barely three seconds.
He then manifested his uniform by thought, which enveloped his glistening physique like interconnecting tentacles of spandex, leather and enduramesh. Jed has seen this transformation numerous times before, and has always shown enthusiasm for the “kinky” aspects of every private spectacle. But he just sat there on the bed this time, unmoving and his eyes transfixed on the old Kylie video.
“Bye, baby,” Ehren said after planting a kiss on the sulking Jed’s left cheek. "I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just yell if there’s anything wrong. You know the drill. I… I’m sorry, but I gotta go now. Oh, and the car needs gas, don’t forget.”
Ehren opened the window and flew off, leaving a streak of tiny red and gold sparks in his wake. Jed slowly moved his head to the direction of the open window, whose curtains fluttered violently at the intruding post-typhoon winds.
He sighed, tisked and flipped the remote to change the channel.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Retro Fix
Just got The Cure's Greatest Hits compilation (2001) from Tower Records. It's got 18 songs! Pictures of You and Caterpillar weren't included, but four unfamiliar, typically nice-sounding songs from more recent albums were. 
I'm thinking of getting the Cutting Crew and REM greatest hits albums next.
I'm thinking of getting the Cutting Crew and REM greatest hits albums next.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Thor, Son of Odin and Gaea
Pencil drawing, May 2001
Superman can knock him out almost effortlessly, but Thor is still one of the mightiest superheroes ever.
Nikolai Barrett a.k.a. Dhampyr
Pen and ink, December 1997
This pin-up was based on an idea that won't ever happen in any sequel, but it was fun to draw, anyway.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Bat Tea
I feel like Jack Bauer right now. Minus the grief and violence, of course. Been awake for almost 24 hours. It was a very busy work day. I also just got home from the press preview screening of Batman Begins. 'Twas gooood. I suspect kids won't like it as much as the old movies, but older viewers will be pleased that this new version's more steeped in reality than its predecessors. The story's more complex; it's a detailed re-telling of the Dark Knight's secret origin. Christian Bale was just perfect. And Katie "Tomatie" Holmes wasn't bad. The Brit actors added class. There were scenes that were unnecessarily long, but overall, the movie works. Ah, I'm rambling. Off to bed now.
Oh, by the way, talented local band Imago's second album is now finally available at selected music outlets. Buy it!
And!!! Please support the ongoing Pink Film Festival at the Gateway Mall!
Update: This post's title was inspired by the Joey de Leon movie Alyas Batman en Robin. Joey, as Batman, offered Dawn Zulueta's character some bat-beverages. She responded, "Magba-Bat Tea na lang ako." Hehehe...
Oh, by the way, talented local band Imago's second album is now finally available at selected music outlets. Buy it!
And!!! Please support the ongoing Pink Film Festival at the Gateway Mall!
Update: This post's title was inspired by the Joey de Leon movie Alyas Batman en Robin. Joey, as Batman, offered Dawn Zulueta's character some bat-beverages. She responded, "Magba-Bat Tea na lang ako." Hehehe...
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Eleven
Conduct Awardee, hee hee
I sported that haircut ‘til I was in sixth grade. Mom was a Beatles fan, and it wasn’t until I was in first year high school that I had my hair trimmed at a barber shop.Sometimes, I miss being eleven. Sure, I wasn’t one of the cool, athletic kids, but I was happy with my interests, which mostly consisted of comic books, cartoons and my He-Man action figures. I had a good childhood. I can’t complain; I was raised by hardworking parents who kept reiterating the importance of studying. I suppose they’re also grateful. When I was in Grade One, I won first place in my school’s Science quiz contest, as well as third in the Spelling contest (it was a tie between me and old classmate Marco Dimaano).
By the time I transferred to another school in Muntinlupa when I was nine, my interests remained the same. I still enjoyed reading. I frequented the library after classes, and I borrowed books, many of which were illustrated. The ones I can remember off the bat include those about aliens, ghosts and monsters (they might be old DK Books, if the publishing company already existed), as well as Peanuts Encyclopedias, Burne Hogarth’s Tarzan, different hardbound versions of Aesop’s Fables, Dr. Seuss titles, and many more (I liked the Choose Your Own Adventure series, but the library didn’t have them). The only other person from my class that I often ran into in that strangely welcoming haven was a girl who wrote well, Leah. I forget what she liked reading, but she was a nice, quiet person.
The school was only a few blocks from the house, so I walked home everyday, excited about the stuff I borrowed. After returning them on their due dates, I'd borrow those I really enjoyed for a second time. I was still heavily into superhero comics, and I would discover when I was eleven that it was easy to draw the figures by just copying them and not tracing. I began drawing super-characters I created on the backs of my notebooks and mimeographed textbooks. They had their never-ending slam-bang fisticuffs. Eventually I played with my brother’s prized Speedball pen set and copied the cover of an Uncanny X-Men issue featuring Colossus versus the Vision (drawn by John Romita, Jr. and Dan Green) on oslo paper.
By sixth grade I was so bored with school that I would feign sickness almost everyday. All I wanted to do was look at my comic books and draw. I honestly felt that I didn’t want to go to school anymore because I had no enthusiasm for it (a story for another day, yes). But during one of the days when I forced myself to attend my tedious classes, it was the annual Book Fair. At one of the tables near my classroom, a nice lady, Mrs. Simbulan, was peddling new comic books! She told me about her new shop called Comic Quest. It was a five-peso, 10-minute tricycle ride away. I went to school every day thereafter primarily to save my allowance for quite a number of Marvel comic books (and the occasional Crisis on Infinite Earths issues). That was a good time to read stories about superheroes.
Life as a geeky boy was funny and weird, now that I think about it. My memories about certain events remain very vivid. Before things were irrevocably altered by adolescence and its complications, I was a kid who never thought about the future. I never thought I’d ever grow up. And in some ways, at certain times, I’m still that youngster, devoid of any real-world concerns.
My worries then were different, of course. I fervently prayed to Jesus that my circumcision wouldn’t hurt, and that he would always keep me safe from manananggals and other kinds of vampires. And that I’d go to Heaven to join God, Mother Mary and the angels when I die.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Arty Facts
Spellweaver - Pencil drawing, Dec. 1998
Haven't blogged in a while. Was sick last weekend. I wanna talk about how good Sin City was, but maybe later. I've been very busy, so I'll try to catch up on some sleep. In the meantime, here are some ancient drawings from what seems like a lifetime ago. As usual, click on the images to view larger versions.
Dark Avatar
Pen and ink drawing, Sept. 1999
Art from Alamat Comics' Avatar # 1, the first page of David Hontiveros' backup storyThe Legend of Baal.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Q & A Portion
Five questions from Dean Alfar. If you want me to ask you five tailor-made ones, please scroll down for the rules.
1. I know you've conducted a lot of interviews with various celebrities. Now what was the most embarrassing, stupid or inappropriate question you've ever asked anyone, the question you regret ever having asked?
I interviewed singer Kitchie Nadal last year. It went great; I was able to ask her smart questions and she was very generous with her answers. I was about to leave when I asked her about the tattoo near her knuckles. I queried, “What’s that?” and she and her manager laughed. “It’s a tattoo,” she smiled. Well, I knew, but the way I asked it must’ve sounded silly. I have trouble converting my thoughts verbally sometimes. I should’ve asked “What does it stand for?” because it looked tribal. I did ask her seconds later those exact words, after their giggles, so I guess it didn’t diminish the decent interview I conducted.
What’s quite embarrassing was a portion of a certain interview with another person almost two years ago. It’s not something I asked, though. It doesn’t happen often, but an interviewee hit on me, asked for my number and joked about liking mestizos. I didn’t know how to react. It was a little flattering but... okay, I’ll shut up now.
2. A "mondegreen" is a case of misheard lyrics, sort of like the ones horrendously printed in Jingle magazine. What song have you loved, despite the fact that you had the lyrics or part of the lyrics wrong?
I wrote down the words to Seona Dancing’s More to Lose when I was younger. At a nearby mall many years later, after much hesitation, I sang in one of those karaoke booths. I chose the song, and noticed that several phrases on the screen were different from what I knew. I ignored them and sang. The booth guy politely asked after, “Sir, malabo ba ‘yung mata n’yo?” I politely responded, “Hindi, mali lang lyrics n’yo.”
3. You and your partner of choice are cast in the latest TAR (Amazing Race). Would you win or self-destruct? What kind of Roadblock or Detour would really challenge you?
We’d win, of course. Heh. There are cameras rolling, so it would just look awful and sad if my partner or I self-destructed, and millions of people saw it. Bickerings should just happen behind closed doors, I believe. I hated Rob and Amber, but I liked how coolly and deviously they played the game.
Any challenge that requires me to ride a bicycle would just ruin my game, though. I never learned how to bike. Sad, I know.
4. What is the biggest difficulty that faces Filipino comic book creators? What steps can we take to address it?
This is a tough one. There’s no big money in it locally, as far as I know. If you’re a self-publisher, you have to be involved in all aspects of the job. You have to spend for a decent printer. This is a good learning experience, even if it can get tiring at times. Trying to break even is difficult. You have to move on to other practical endeavors eventually, even simultaneously. And for those who wish to make comics-creating a regular day job, the real money is in getting hired by the American companies. And even then, you have to get the high-profile projects to be really comfortable for at least several months.
One of the big challenges years back was that local comics-centric companies were practically non-existent. It’s a good thing that this is being addressed by the focused folks over at Nautilus (with Cast), Mango (with their one-shots and mini-series), and Culture Crash.
If someone, maybe a big publishing company like ABS-CBN or Summit can devise a way that creators are compensated for a new line of diverse, well-marketed comic books that regularly come out, and can guarantee competitive rates, then that’s good. That’s a start. We need someone big to lead the way. We’ll never run out of talented people to work on them if someone was willing to risk on a wide range of products and not just manga-influenced titles. If they can replicate the three comics companies' successes on a much bigger scale, it can mean the existence of a new industry. That’s what I can think of at the moment.
5. Choose one: An interesting life replete with ups and downs, complications, feast-or-famine and a shot at absolute happiness even if it comes very, very, very late in life; OR stable life, regular contentment, predictable rhythms - you're not insanely happy but you're not wallowing in despair either. Explain.
I’d choose the former. I’m actually living that life now. I’m far from being complacent. I’m stubborn that way. But the people I love and those who believe in me make it worth it. I can’t label anything as absolute happiness. Bliss presents itself in many shapes, tastes and textures and I’m just glad when that happens. When I’m older and wiser, maybe I’d be happy with the latter choice. For now, I’m improvising as best as I can.
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2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
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4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
1. I know you've conducted a lot of interviews with various celebrities. Now what was the most embarrassing, stupid or inappropriate question you've ever asked anyone, the question you regret ever having asked?
I interviewed singer Kitchie Nadal last year. It went great; I was able to ask her smart questions and she was very generous with her answers. I was about to leave when I asked her about the tattoo near her knuckles. I queried, “What’s that?” and she and her manager laughed. “It’s a tattoo,” she smiled. Well, I knew, but the way I asked it must’ve sounded silly. I have trouble converting my thoughts verbally sometimes. I should’ve asked “What does it stand for?” because it looked tribal. I did ask her seconds later those exact words, after their giggles, so I guess it didn’t diminish the decent interview I conducted.
What’s quite embarrassing was a portion of a certain interview with another person almost two years ago. It’s not something I asked, though. It doesn’t happen often, but an interviewee hit on me, asked for my number and joked about liking mestizos. I didn’t know how to react. It was a little flattering but... okay, I’ll shut up now.
2. A "mondegreen" is a case of misheard lyrics, sort of like the ones horrendously printed in Jingle magazine. What song have you loved, despite the fact that you had the lyrics or part of the lyrics wrong?
I wrote down the words to Seona Dancing’s More to Lose when I was younger. At a nearby mall many years later, after much hesitation, I sang in one of those karaoke booths. I chose the song, and noticed that several phrases on the screen were different from what I knew. I ignored them and sang. The booth guy politely asked after, “Sir, malabo ba ‘yung mata n’yo?” I politely responded, “Hindi, mali lang lyrics n’yo.”
3. You and your partner of choice are cast in the latest TAR (Amazing Race). Would you win or self-destruct? What kind of Roadblock or Detour would really challenge you?
We’d win, of course. Heh. There are cameras rolling, so it would just look awful and sad if my partner or I self-destructed, and millions of people saw it. Bickerings should just happen behind closed doors, I believe. I hated Rob and Amber, but I liked how coolly and deviously they played the game.
Any challenge that requires me to ride a bicycle would just ruin my game, though. I never learned how to bike. Sad, I know.
4. What is the biggest difficulty that faces Filipino comic book creators? What steps can we take to address it?
This is a tough one. There’s no big money in it locally, as far as I know. If you’re a self-publisher, you have to be involved in all aspects of the job. You have to spend for a decent printer. This is a good learning experience, even if it can get tiring at times. Trying to break even is difficult. You have to move on to other practical endeavors eventually, even simultaneously. And for those who wish to make comics-creating a regular day job, the real money is in getting hired by the American companies. And even then, you have to get the high-profile projects to be really comfortable for at least several months.
One of the big challenges years back was that local comics-centric companies were practically non-existent. It’s a good thing that this is being addressed by the focused folks over at Nautilus (with Cast), Mango (with their one-shots and mini-series), and Culture Crash.
If someone, maybe a big publishing company like ABS-CBN or Summit can devise a way that creators are compensated for a new line of diverse, well-marketed comic books that regularly come out, and can guarantee competitive rates, then that’s good. That’s a start. We need someone big to lead the way. We’ll never run out of talented people to work on them if someone was willing to risk on a wide range of products and not just manga-influenced titles. If they can replicate the three comics companies' successes on a much bigger scale, it can mean the existence of a new industry. That’s what I can think of at the moment.
5. Choose one: An interesting life replete with ups and downs, complications, feast-or-famine and a shot at absolute happiness even if it comes very, very, very late in life; OR stable life, regular contentment, predictable rhythms - you're not insanely happy but you're not wallowing in despair either. Explain.
I’d choose the former. I’m actually living that life now. I’m far from being complacent. I’m stubborn that way. But the people I love and those who believe in me make it worth it. I can’t label anything as absolute happiness. Bliss presents itself in many shapes, tastes and textures and I’m just glad when that happens. When I’m older and wiser, maybe I’d be happy with the latter choice. For now, I’m improvising as best as I can.
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1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “Please interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Stranded-on-an-Island Music
I’ve yet to own an I-pod. So I can’t relate to people with the shuffling, hundreds-of-songs-in-one-micro-gadget scenario. Yet. But here are a couple of albums (compilations and retrospectives included) I really enjoy. I’ve dozens of favorites, but will limit it to a few for now. In no particular order:
Dirty Vegas: Dirty Vegas - I like how the meshing of electronic music and Steve Smith’s vocals makes for really audible (and singable) techno. It’s easy to tune out the world on a daily basis with this energetic debut.
Lightning Seeds: Pure - The compilation features some of the band’s finest New Wave tracks. Fell in love with their songs in college, before BMFM became a jazz station.
Sarah McLachlan: Touch - I can never tire of “Vox”, the title track and “Strange World”.
Color it Red: Hand-Painted Sky – Cooky Chua and the band’s first album got me through some challenging times. Heartfelt, rocking Pinoy music.
Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes - Therapeutic. Rage and disillusionment never sounded so beautiful.
REM: Automatic for the People – This album really clicked with me. Haunting and sentimental, it flavored a period of my life perfectly. Stipe rawks.
Toad the Wet Sprocket: Fear – Glen Phillips’ voice is solid and very capable of evoking varied emotions.
10,000 Maniacs: Our Time in Eden – This is very picturesque and poetic. The Maniacs also experimented with different musical styles that complemented the vivid stories well.
Save Ferris: It Means Everything – Very bouncy and eternally sunshine-y ska music. Just yummy all throughout.
‘Til Tuesday: Coming Up Close – The retrospective collects the best of the Aimee Mann-fronted group. The songs mostly dealt with unrequited love and heartbreak. Very ‘80s, yet very relevant.
Joni Mitchell: Hits – The incomparable singer-songwriter had a nice compilation that chronicles her most popular ditties. Hippie chanteys and adult contemporary faves galore.
Cyndi Lauper: 12 Deadly Cyns – From “Time After Time” to “I Drove All Night” and beyond, the CD is an enchanting time capsule. I especially like how her different vocal ranges are featured. Fun, soothing, and even ruminative.
River Detectives: Saturday Night, Sunday Morning – One of my favorite bands that I know next to nothing about. But the album consistently delivers with folk-inspired Wave numbers.
Jars of Clay: If I Left the Zoo – I really like Dan Haseltine’s cool and calming voice. Almost makes me wanna believe in Jesus. Almost.
Dirty Vegas: Dirty Vegas - I like how the meshing of electronic music and Steve Smith’s vocals makes for really audible (and singable) techno. It’s easy to tune out the world on a daily basis with this energetic debut.
Lightning Seeds: Pure - The compilation features some of the band’s finest New Wave tracks. Fell in love with their songs in college, before BMFM became a jazz station.
Sarah McLachlan: Touch - I can never tire of “Vox”, the title track and “Strange World”.
Color it Red: Hand-Painted Sky – Cooky Chua and the band’s first album got me through some challenging times. Heartfelt, rocking Pinoy music.
Tori Amos: Little Earthquakes - Therapeutic. Rage and disillusionment never sounded so beautiful.
REM: Automatic for the People – This album really clicked with me. Haunting and sentimental, it flavored a period of my life perfectly. Stipe rawks.
Toad the Wet Sprocket: Fear – Glen Phillips’ voice is solid and very capable of evoking varied emotions.
10,000 Maniacs: Our Time in Eden – This is very picturesque and poetic. The Maniacs also experimented with different musical styles that complemented the vivid stories well.
Save Ferris: It Means Everything – Very bouncy and eternally sunshine-y ska music. Just yummy all throughout.
‘Til Tuesday: Coming Up Close – The retrospective collects the best of the Aimee Mann-fronted group. The songs mostly dealt with unrequited love and heartbreak. Very ‘80s, yet very relevant.
Joni Mitchell: Hits – The incomparable singer-songwriter had a nice compilation that chronicles her most popular ditties. Hippie chanteys and adult contemporary faves galore.
Cyndi Lauper: 12 Deadly Cyns – From “Time After Time” to “I Drove All Night” and beyond, the CD is an enchanting time capsule. I especially like how her different vocal ranges are featured. Fun, soothing, and even ruminative.
River Detectives: Saturday Night, Sunday Morning – One of my favorite bands that I know next to nothing about. But the album consistently delivers with folk-inspired Wave numbers.
Jars of Clay: If I Left the Zoo – I really like Dan Haseltine’s cool and calming voice. Almost makes me wanna believe in Jesus. Almost.
Escapist?
Meron bang bold?
Jeffrey Jeturian’s campy Bikini Open is okay. Saw it last Saturday at Megamall. The “mockumentary” is different and smartly written, although some parts were just bogged down by awkward acting by some of the sexy stars and most of the extras. There were scenes that could’ve been shortened, too. It’s not the typical Seiko “nakaka-titi-late” or “naka-kiki-liti” sexy film; there aren't raunchy, simulated sex scenes and unabashed nudity (aww, I know). But it does make me wanna check out the filmmaker’s previous work, Bridal Shower.
Bored now
Channel-surfing has been tough lately. Saw bits of Darna… it’s NOT for me. Over at the talk-show front… god. Leno still isn’t funny. Not to be needlessly snarky, but his monologues are just… guuhhh. Over at HBO, it’s getting harder to watch Six Feet Under. It’s just going around in circles now. That’s too bad, because the first two seasons were good. I’m not too interested in any of the local or foreign reality shows. It’s still months ‘til the new Amazing Race.
But there‘ve been some interesting stuff that Solar’s ETC and Jack TV have been showing. Cartoons for adults like Stripperella, Drawn Together, and South Park re-runs are nice alternatives to the animated shows over at the cartoon channels. I’ve also been watching MTV’s nicely selected videos in the nightly show VH-1 (or, as the pretty host with the funky accent pronounces it, “Vee-itch-won”). There are good weekly shows that I really wanna check out, but I missed a bunch of episodes already. I hope to watch CSI, Alias, Arrested Development, Lost, Carnivale and Veronica Mars on DVD eventually. Also, Desperate Housewives airs tomorrow night over at Studio 23. Hope that’s good.
Leotard-y
I recently read the 6-part Wanted by Mark Millar and J.G. Jones. Man, that’s gritty, gross, crazy, unforgettable stuff. Wow. Also, Young Avengers by Allan Heinberg and Jim Cheung is finally getting interesting. The first three issues were pretty slow and bleh. I hope the Kang arc gets resolved soon. I’m an old Avengers reader, and I’ve seen quite enough of the time-traveling character. What got me curious is a new heroine that debuted with a tentative but familiar costumed identity. The letters page is also heating up with the debate on two of the teen characters’ seemingly gay orientations and relationship. Hmm...
Jeffrey Jeturian’s campy Bikini Open is okay. Saw it last Saturday at Megamall. The “mockumentary” is different and smartly written, although some parts were just bogged down by awkward acting by some of the sexy stars and most of the extras. There were scenes that could’ve been shortened, too. It’s not the typical Seiko “nakaka-titi-late” or “naka-kiki-liti” sexy film; there aren't raunchy, simulated sex scenes and unabashed nudity (aww, I know). But it does make me wanna check out the filmmaker’s previous work, Bridal Shower.
Bored now
Channel-surfing has been tough lately. Saw bits of Darna… it’s NOT for me. Over at the talk-show front… god. Leno still isn’t funny. Not to be needlessly snarky, but his monologues are just… guuhhh. Over at HBO, it’s getting harder to watch Six Feet Under. It’s just going around in circles now. That’s too bad, because the first two seasons were good. I’m not too interested in any of the local or foreign reality shows. It’s still months ‘til the new Amazing Race.
But there‘ve been some interesting stuff that Solar’s ETC and Jack TV have been showing. Cartoons for adults like Stripperella, Drawn Together, and South Park re-runs are nice alternatives to the animated shows over at the cartoon channels. I’ve also been watching MTV’s nicely selected videos in the nightly show VH-1 (or, as the pretty host with the funky accent pronounces it, “Vee-itch-won”). There are good weekly shows that I really wanna check out, but I missed a bunch of episodes already. I hope to watch CSI, Alias, Arrested Development, Lost, Carnivale and Veronica Mars on DVD eventually. Also, Desperate Housewives airs tomorrow night over at Studio 23. Hope that’s good.
Leotard-y
I recently read the 6-part Wanted by Mark Millar and J.G. Jones. Man, that’s gritty, gross, crazy, unforgettable stuff. Wow. Also, Young Avengers by Allan Heinberg and Jim Cheung is finally getting interesting. The first three issues were pretty slow and bleh. I hope the Kang arc gets resolved soon. I’m an old Avengers reader, and I’ve seen quite enough of the time-traveling character. What got me curious is a new heroine that debuted with a tentative but familiar costumed identity. The letters page is also heating up with the debate on two of the teen characters’ seemingly gay orientations and relationship. Hmm...
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Avenging Exes
Pencil drawing, May 2002. Spidey and the Black Cat were my favorite super-duo when I was in Grade 5.
(Click image to enlarge)
Monday, May 23, 2005
Thunderclouds
And when summer ends, will you still love me?
When tomorrow comes, will you still give yourself freely?
When the rain falls and the nights steam,
when the light sleeps and your eyes gleam,
will this be my unending dream?
I try to look at the bigger picture; it’s a grainy indie flick.
It’s got passion and grime, seemingly victimless crimes.
It’s a daily comic strip with no punchlines, just pure wit.
Bleed on thumb tacks and screws, blinking wildly on booze,
obvious metaphors for the wrong words we choose.
And when summer ends, where will this take me?
When tomorrow starts, will we still partake freely?
When your heart beats, I feel it.
When my heart beats, I know it.
Summer won’t end.
Don’t let the thunderclouds tell you otherwise.
Let's drown in the tears of dark, breaking skies.
When tomorrow comes, will you still give yourself freely?
When the rain falls and the nights steam,
when the light sleeps and your eyes gleam,
will this be my unending dream?
I try to look at the bigger picture; it’s a grainy indie flick.
It’s got passion and grime, seemingly victimless crimes.
It’s a daily comic strip with no punchlines, just pure wit.
Bleed on thumb tacks and screws, blinking wildly on booze,
obvious metaphors for the wrong words we choose.
And when summer ends, where will this take me?
When tomorrow starts, will we still partake freely?
When your heart beats, I feel it.
When my heart beats, I know it.
Summer won’t end.
Don’t let the thunderclouds tell you otherwise.
Let's drown in the tears of dark, breaking skies.
Friday, May 20, 2005
Fanboyish
My art heroes growing up weren’t many. As a boy, I thrilled to Chris Claremont’s strangely verbose and mature X-men tales, but lamented his dangling arcs and unresolved subplots. I also loved John Byrne’s Fantastic Four and Alpha Flight stories, because his super-heroes had an edginess to them I was drawn to. Plus, he wrote AND drew, so I always thought it was possible to be successful in both fields. And then there was John Romita Jr., whose punk-y, gritty renditions won me over quickly when I was just 11.
I bring this up now because I’m at a time in my life when I’m supposedly being looked up to by some people who’ve encountered my work in whatever shape or form. I’m very flattered, but I also understand that this is just part of the whole creative process, and the work obviously doesn’t stop here. I’m also a fan, even if through the years, I’ve outgrown being starstruck and discovered that hero-worship isn’t my thing.
I guess this means I don’t ask for autographs, even when a supposed celebrity’s personal space is easily penetrable. I’ve met up and talked with celebs, but I don’t really feel they’re special people. I’ve witnessed colleagues from the entertainment scene ask for autographs on their complimentary CDs whenever some not-really famous foreign artists go on local tours. It’s not my thing, but again, I understand. I’ve signed autographs on comic books I’ve sold myself. Putting myself in the other person’s shoes, it’s a reminder that somehow, a personal connection was made and the product feels all the more special because of that rare doodle. I won’t begrudge anyone that.
It’s especially encouraging when total strangers write me and relate how they were affected by my work. There’s always that hope that your labors reach the right people, and that they had a blast absorbing it as much as you did investing time and effort in it. In some instances, they’d even compare you to authors you’ve never heard of, people they hold in high regard. There’s also some criticism or indifference, which, thankfully, I’ve been able to use to improve my craft. We all hope to leave something, be it a written, drawn, sculpted or sung legacy. We all want to make a difference, or at least share something that we want others to react positively to.
But more often than not, we’re each other’s fans. Artists, writers, musicians, we've all got stories to tell. We all influence each other more than we care to admit. We learn from each other’s triumphs and mistakes. We’re in awe when one of us comes up with something we wish we could’ve thought of first. We're not flawless, but we recognize mediocrity when it rears its ugly head. And admiring someone—or more accurately his or her works—doesn’t end. We’ll digest culture in its myriadness for as long as our brains function.
I’m still in awe whenever I encounter the intricate illustrations of Frank Frazetta, Bernie Wrightson or late greats Albrecht Durer and Nick Manabat. Hearing lyrical and melodic gems from Joni Mitchell, Dar Williams, 10,000 Maniacs and Isha Abubakar inspires me. I adore works by word-weavers Alan Moore, Howard Cruse and Jim Mahfood. Watching elaborate sketches by Conan O’Brien or Robert Smigel (as Triumph the Insult Comic Dog) consistently makes me laugh. Forward-thinking people like my friends keep me on my toes. I’ve numerous filmmaker heroes, and unsung people that keep me entertained with their wisdom on the net. The list is endless, and it keeps growing.
None of them are perfect, but they constantly bombard me with knowledge, ideas, designs, sensory delights and technical proficiency that inspire my own output. And for that, I am thankful.
I consider myself very, very lucky to live in a time when all these muses’ works are easily available to me. If only I had time to enjoy them all.
I bring this up now because I’m at a time in my life when I’m supposedly being looked up to by some people who’ve encountered my work in whatever shape or form. I’m very flattered, but I also understand that this is just part of the whole creative process, and the work obviously doesn’t stop here. I’m also a fan, even if through the years, I’ve outgrown being starstruck and discovered that hero-worship isn’t my thing.
I guess this means I don’t ask for autographs, even when a supposed celebrity’s personal space is easily penetrable. I’ve met up and talked with celebs, but I don’t really feel they’re special people. I’ve witnessed colleagues from the entertainment scene ask for autographs on their complimentary CDs whenever some not-really famous foreign artists go on local tours. It’s not my thing, but again, I understand. I’ve signed autographs on comic books I’ve sold myself. Putting myself in the other person’s shoes, it’s a reminder that somehow, a personal connection was made and the product feels all the more special because of that rare doodle. I won’t begrudge anyone that.
It’s especially encouraging when total strangers write me and relate how they were affected by my work. There’s always that hope that your labors reach the right people, and that they had a blast absorbing it as much as you did investing time and effort in it. In some instances, they’d even compare you to authors you’ve never heard of, people they hold in high regard. There’s also some criticism or indifference, which, thankfully, I’ve been able to use to improve my craft. We all hope to leave something, be it a written, drawn, sculpted or sung legacy. We all want to make a difference, or at least share something that we want others to react positively to.
But more often than not, we’re each other’s fans. Artists, writers, musicians, we've all got stories to tell. We all influence each other more than we care to admit. We learn from each other’s triumphs and mistakes. We’re in awe when one of us comes up with something we wish we could’ve thought of first. We're not flawless, but we recognize mediocrity when it rears its ugly head. And admiring someone—or more accurately his or her works—doesn’t end. We’ll digest culture in its myriadness for as long as our brains function.
I’m still in awe whenever I encounter the intricate illustrations of Frank Frazetta, Bernie Wrightson or late greats Albrecht Durer and Nick Manabat. Hearing lyrical and melodic gems from Joni Mitchell, Dar Williams, 10,000 Maniacs and Isha Abubakar inspires me. I adore works by word-weavers Alan Moore, Howard Cruse and Jim Mahfood. Watching elaborate sketches by Conan O’Brien or Robert Smigel (as Triumph the Insult Comic Dog) consistently makes me laugh. Forward-thinking people like my friends keep me on my toes. I’ve numerous filmmaker heroes, and unsung people that keep me entertained with their wisdom on the net. The list is endless, and it keeps growing.
None of them are perfect, but they constantly bombard me with knowledge, ideas, designs, sensory delights and technical proficiency that inspire my own output. And for that, I am thankful.
I consider myself very, very lucky to live in a time when all these muses’ works are easily available to me. If only I had time to enjoy them all.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
World-hopping
Rianne sent me this movie meme.
Total number of films I own on DVD/video: I own so few. Roughly less than 20. Maybe because I’d rather watch them on cable. The really good ones, or the ones that mean the most to me, I buy them.
The last film I bought: Hmm. Not sure if it was Attack of the Clones or Y Tu Mama Tambien.
The last film I watched: Star Wars Episode III (press preview)
Films that I watch a lot or mean a lot to me: I like different kinds of movies. As a storyteller, I try to learn as much as I can from them. But in no particular order, here are a few that I can name right now.
The Usual Suspects - It’s very clever and has great performances by the cast.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula - I like Coppola’s stylish take on the book and the historical figure.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Anyone who’s fallen in or out of love (or both) should watch it. Painful and creative stuff. I love it. It really makes you think and feel.
Breakfast Club - The concept of putting a diverse bunch in detention really appealed to me, and it talked of school archetypes and the pains of growing up. I can so totally relate. And Simple Minds’ song fit perfectly at the end.
Ringu - I watched this alone and never expected to be scared. But I was. Too bad for the sequels, remakes and copycats. Blecch.
Terminator 2 - I liked it as a teen, and I still like it now. Cameron really knows how to pace action. And Linda Hamilton was practically the third Terminator. Love her.
The Truman Show - Reality TV at its most bizarre and intrusive. Sad but funny. Or vice-versa.
Wild Things - It's a crazy heist film that had a really nice, memorable payoff.
Go - Very trippy and timeless. It had a subversive feel to it that I connected with.
Hero - Multiple perspectives have always appealed to me because they’re all fractions of the truth or the bigger picture. Visually, the film utilized painterly ideas through a marriage of colors and movements.
Star Wars - The movies were touchstones. Lucas built a galaxy inhabited by disparate beings whose fates lie in a fractured family’s hands.
Y Tu Mama Tambien - The themes of sexuality and self-discovery were presented creatively through a road trip. I feel for the characters.
Duda - It had its off moments, but I was impressed with Cris Pablo’s digital movie. He tackled gay issues with sensitivity and emotional resonance.
King of the Hill - Soderbergh’s drama about poverty was achingly beautiful, brought to life by then-child actor Jesse Bradford.
Scream - The movies were homages to, and parodies of, schlocky slasher flicks. The whodunits kept me guessing.
Back to the Future - Time travel, paradoxes and the '80s. Fun, fun stuff.
Dogma -Kevin Smith’s unorthodox dissection of religion was a blast. Still is.
Romeo + Juliet - Surreal and head-spinning. Fearlessly experimental.
50 First Dates - One of the best rom-coms ever.
To which 5 people am I passing the baton and why?
Movie lovers Chris, Dean, Carl, Ian and Jason. I’d pass it to John but he’s blog-less.
Update: But if you wanna do it, go ahead. Meme's for everyone. :)
Total number of films I own on DVD/video: I own so few. Roughly less than 20. Maybe because I’d rather watch them on cable. The really good ones, or the ones that mean the most to me, I buy them.
The last film I bought: Hmm. Not sure if it was Attack of the Clones or Y Tu Mama Tambien.
The last film I watched: Star Wars Episode III (press preview)
Films that I watch a lot or mean a lot to me: I like different kinds of movies. As a storyteller, I try to learn as much as I can from them. But in no particular order, here are a few that I can name right now.
The Usual Suspects - It’s very clever and has great performances by the cast.
Bram Stoker’s Dracula - I like Coppola’s stylish take on the book and the historical figure.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind - Anyone who’s fallen in or out of love (or both) should watch it. Painful and creative stuff. I love it. It really makes you think and feel.
Breakfast Club - The concept of putting a diverse bunch in detention really appealed to me, and it talked of school archetypes and the pains of growing up. I can so totally relate. And Simple Minds’ song fit perfectly at the end.
Ringu - I watched this alone and never expected to be scared. But I was. Too bad for the sequels, remakes and copycats. Blecch.
Terminator 2 - I liked it as a teen, and I still like it now. Cameron really knows how to pace action. And Linda Hamilton was practically the third Terminator. Love her.
The Truman Show - Reality TV at its most bizarre and intrusive. Sad but funny. Or vice-versa.
Wild Things - It's a crazy heist film that had a really nice, memorable payoff.
Go - Very trippy and timeless. It had a subversive feel to it that I connected with.
Hero - Multiple perspectives have always appealed to me because they’re all fractions of the truth or the bigger picture. Visually, the film utilized painterly ideas through a marriage of colors and movements.
Star Wars - The movies were touchstones. Lucas built a galaxy inhabited by disparate beings whose fates lie in a fractured family’s hands.
Y Tu Mama Tambien - The themes of sexuality and self-discovery were presented creatively through a road trip. I feel for the characters.
Duda - It had its off moments, but I was impressed with Cris Pablo’s digital movie. He tackled gay issues with sensitivity and emotional resonance.
King of the Hill - Soderbergh’s drama about poverty was achingly beautiful, brought to life by then-child actor Jesse Bradford.
Scream - The movies were homages to, and parodies of, schlocky slasher flicks. The whodunits kept me guessing.
Back to the Future - Time travel, paradoxes and the '80s. Fun, fun stuff.
Dogma -Kevin Smith’s unorthodox dissection of religion was a blast. Still is.
Romeo + Juliet - Surreal and head-spinning. Fearlessly experimental.
50 First Dates - One of the best rom-coms ever.
To which 5 people am I passing the baton and why?
Movie lovers Chris, Dean, Carl, Ian and Jason. I’d pass it to John but he’s blog-less.
Update: But if you wanna do it, go ahead. Meme's for everyone. :)
Sunday, May 15, 2005
United Planets, circa 3004
Mixed media, May 2005 (Click image to enlarge)
The Legion of Super-Heroes is a team comprised of teen or young adult volunteers from dozens of planets in the 31st Century. It's perhaps the only group of heroes that's undergone four history reboots. DC Comics events like Crisis on Infinite Earths and Zero Hour have reinvented the characters for newer readers across the decades.The incarnation pictured above is my favorite "past life" of the team. I did include the largely unused Legion Cadets and other old/new members like Blok, Dawnstar, Tellus and Quislet, who undoubtedly would've joined the team eventually had DC decided to keep the version intact. The team is a nice parallel to Marvel's X-Men (check out the class picture), whose goal is to achieve racial harmony on Earth. The two groups meeting would make an exciting crossover miniseries, a la JLA/Avengers.
Friday, May 13, 2005
War is Over
Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
(SPOILERS!)And so it ends.
While Revenge of the Sith is studded with numerous glossy CGI effects all over, it’s still about the beloved and reviled characters of the most popular fantasy movie franchise. It satisfyingly draws to a close George Lucas’ 6-part space opera and the saga of the Skywalker clan, as we say our goodbyes (and yes, hellos) to heroes and villains that many of us adored as children. It answers a lot of questions, and raises a few more. But overall, this prequel installment is, in a word, awesome.
Everyone knows how tragically this story will end, except maybe children or new fans watching the movies chronologically. So everything is dependent on how Lucas fills in the blanks and renders in the details. And render it, he does. Yes, Anakin (Hayden Christensen) goes massacre-crazy (“You shall be called Darth…VADER.”). The conflicted young war hero has been getting prophetic visions of his secret wife Padme Amidala’s (Natalie Portman) death, so he voluntarily turns to the Dark Side of the Force to learn the secret of immortality and save her. And that’s when he gets exploited and manipulated by the daddy figure he never had.
Palpatine (the compelling Ian McDiarmid) finally reveals himself as the Sith Lord orchestrating the Clone Wars (“The Sith will rule the galaxy… and there will be peace.”). The Jedi Order is decimated by “Order 66”, the new Emperor’s ordinance to the Clone Troopers to turn on their peace-keeping allies. But Obi-Wan (Ewan McGregor), as we all know, puts the kibosh on Vader’s rampage and flees with Jedi Master Yoda and, in the last few scenes, future rebel heroes Luke and Leia.
Gripe-wise, the dialogue sometimes really clunks with Padme and Anakin’s scenes (“Anakin, you’re breaking my heart!”). But not a lot of eye-rolling ensues, fortunately, as Palpatine’s and Obi-Wan’s lines were mostly very piercing.
Story-wise, there are questionable out-of-character moments. Why did Yoda just quit fighting and decide to hide? He would have found a way to rally freedom-fighters to his cause and not let the new dictatorship get out of hand. And why was General Grievous not as threatening as in the Clone Wars animated series (aired by Cartoon Network last month)? He hunted and killed multiple Jedi knights but was easily humiliated (and defeated) by Obi-Wan.
Still, Revenge of the Sith neatly put future elements in place, such as the construction of the Death Star, the separation of the Skywalker twins, and the explanation to Obi-Wan’s spectral form in subsequent episodes.
It’s sad to bear witness to harrowing tragedies in the lives of these heroes, but Lucas, while his storytelling abilities will be questioned for many years to come, stuck to his vision and made these characters as real and as prone to failure as anyone. As the final piece in the Star Wars puzzle, the film adds dimension to an ex-slaveboy who wanted to be a hero and ended up as his future children’s ultimate tormentor. We hear James Earl Jones’ voice again, and when he mentions the name “Padme”, we finally realize and believe that the original Star Wars villain was a broken-hearted man who gave away everything he had for love.
And lost.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Happy Birthday, John!
Seventeen
He’s one of the most talented and most intelligent people I’ve ever met. Look at this pic… damn, we were young. Blacklight, the Image comic book he’s illustrating, will be in comic shops by the last week of June.
There is No Try
I wrote this for Men’s Zone’s November 2003 issue. In anticipation of Episode III, which we’ll be watching tonight (thank you, 20th Century Fox), I’d like to share a speculative look at George Lucas’ final Star Wars movie from way back. This was before the Clone Wars animated series and the trailers. I also know major plot points now thanks to the reviews and spoilers , so many of these ideas obviously won’t come to pass (I even had a drawing that showed Padme holding a lightsaber and Anakin sporting Darth Maul’s black facial tattoos). I edited the article accordingly to remove my thoughts about X-Men 3 because of space constraints.
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Geek Mythology
With The Matrix’s final installment out of the way, it’s time to second-guess the other sequels
We all have our own blockbuster movies in our heads, our own visions of what would make the as-yet unreleased fantasy sequel memorable and excellent for repeat viewings. We’ve been disappointed, more often than not, when would-be geek-pleasers fail to adhere to the checklist of ideas in our heads. But as much as we convince ourselves that we left expectations at the door, it can’t be helped to ponder what-ifs regarding franchises we’ve loved for ages. Especially when their last installments kicked butt.
From what’s available of their respective mythologies (including existing non-film stories and creator interviews), the third parts of the Star Wars and X-Men movies can actually be pieced together with doses of speculative fanboy theories. And because it’s going to be years before they’re actually shown, let’s pierce the veils of time and marvel at the possible scenarios and some obvious cast choices for X-Men 3 and Star Wars Episode III. Third time’s the charm, and going for broke is the only way to go.
STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH/ FALL OF THE JEDI
The Clone Wars is on its second year, taking its toll on Jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, who has become more reckless than ever. He bungles a vital mission, as his attention has been constantly divided between his duties and his secret wife Padme Amidala. Frustrated, he verbally abuses her, almost physically hurting her as well, if not for Obi-wan Kenobi’s timely intervention. This results in a Jedi court-martial, revealing details of the couple’s secret union.
Anakin has been training Padme in the ways of the Force, to better defend herself from further assassination attempts (and it does take their relationship to a different spiritual level). She’s a quick learner seemingly favored by Midichlorians, and is designated by the Council to study further under Obi-Wan, with whom she confides in. Jealous Anakin misinterprets their closeness and comes to blows with his mentor, resulting in Padme’s revelation that he slaughtered a tribe of Sand People two years ago. This results in his expulsion from the Jedi order.
Chancellor Palpatine and Count Dooku immediately take him under their sinister wing, the pair revealing a grand plan: A secret facility in Kashykk (planet of the Wookies) has successfully cloned hundreds of deceased Sith Lords, all subservient to them. The hate-filled Anakin leaks this information to lead the remaining dozens of Jedi into the trap and kills several of them in the process. Padme confronts her estranged husband, now sporting Sith facial paint, in a lightsabre duel but the former queen is defeated after an impressive bout. Obi-Wan steps in and sends this new “Darth Vader” hurtling into a fiery pit that heavily damages his body. Count Dooku perishes at the hands of Mace Windu, who in turn is killed by Palpatine.
Palpatine easily stages a coup with the Jedi defeated, but his Sith army and cloning technology are destroyed by Amidala and Bail Organa’s well-placed thermal detonators. With the help of the Skywalker’s honeymoon vessel, the Millennium Falcon, they escape the forces of the new Empire. Vader wears his mask for the first time (and James Earl Jones’ voice gets heard again, for the last time), the story ending with a scene happening months later. The “family picture” is reminiscent of the last scene from Return of the Jedi, this time showing Obi-Wan, Yoda, Bail Organa, Owen and Beru Lars, R2-D2, C3PO, Padme and her newborn twins Luke and Leia.
Of course, there’s a huge possibility that we may never see these half-expected plot details come to life, but they’re the obvious routes that can cap off the movies nicely. If the filmmaker can surprise us with a cleverer, more heart-wrenching popcorn movie, then all the better. But for now, this is the action flick in our heads, and we’re crossing our fingers, hoping that the real final product won’t freaking blow.
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Geek Mythology
With The Matrix’s final installment out of the way, it’s time to second-guess the other sequels
We all have our own blockbuster movies in our heads, our own visions of what would make the as-yet unreleased fantasy sequel memorable and excellent for repeat viewings. We’ve been disappointed, more often than not, when would-be geek-pleasers fail to adhere to the checklist of ideas in our heads. But as much as we convince ourselves that we left expectations at the door, it can’t be helped to ponder what-ifs regarding franchises we’ve loved for ages. Especially when their last installments kicked butt.
From what’s available of their respective mythologies (including existing non-film stories and creator interviews), the third parts of the Star Wars and X-Men movies can actually be pieced together with doses of speculative fanboy theories. And because it’s going to be years before they’re actually shown, let’s pierce the veils of time and marvel at the possible scenarios and some obvious cast choices for X-Men 3 and Star Wars Episode III. Third time’s the charm, and going for broke is the only way to go.
STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH/ FALL OF THE JEDI
The Clone Wars is on its second year, taking its toll on Jedi knight Anakin Skywalker, who has become more reckless than ever. He bungles a vital mission, as his attention has been constantly divided between his duties and his secret wife Padme Amidala. Frustrated, he verbally abuses her, almost physically hurting her as well, if not for Obi-wan Kenobi’s timely intervention. This results in a Jedi court-martial, revealing details of the couple’s secret union.
Anakin has been training Padme in the ways of the Force, to better defend herself from further assassination attempts (and it does take their relationship to a different spiritual level). She’s a quick learner seemingly favored by Midichlorians, and is designated by the Council to study further under Obi-Wan, with whom she confides in. Jealous Anakin misinterprets their closeness and comes to blows with his mentor, resulting in Padme’s revelation that he slaughtered a tribe of Sand People two years ago. This results in his expulsion from the Jedi order.
Chancellor Palpatine and Count Dooku immediately take him under their sinister wing, the pair revealing a grand plan: A secret facility in Kashykk (planet of the Wookies) has successfully cloned hundreds of deceased Sith Lords, all subservient to them. The hate-filled Anakin leaks this information to lead the remaining dozens of Jedi into the trap and kills several of them in the process. Padme confronts her estranged husband, now sporting Sith facial paint, in a lightsabre duel but the former queen is defeated after an impressive bout. Obi-Wan steps in and sends this new “Darth Vader” hurtling into a fiery pit that heavily damages his body. Count Dooku perishes at the hands of Mace Windu, who in turn is killed by Palpatine.
Palpatine easily stages a coup with the Jedi defeated, but his Sith army and cloning technology are destroyed by Amidala and Bail Organa’s well-placed thermal detonators. With the help of the Skywalker’s honeymoon vessel, the Millennium Falcon, they escape the forces of the new Empire. Vader wears his mask for the first time (and James Earl Jones’ voice gets heard again, for the last time), the story ending with a scene happening months later. The “family picture” is reminiscent of the last scene from Return of the Jedi, this time showing Obi-Wan, Yoda, Bail Organa, Owen and Beru Lars, R2-D2, C3PO, Padme and her newborn twins Luke and Leia.
Of course, there’s a huge possibility that we may never see these half-expected plot details come to life, but they’re the obvious routes that can cap off the movies nicely. If the filmmaker can surprise us with a cleverer, more heart-wrenching popcorn movie, then all the better. But for now, this is the action flick in our heads, and we’re crossing our fingers, hoping that the real final product won’t freaking blow.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Time Traveler
Downpour
It’s raining heavily as I’m typing this. There’s thunder, lightning, the works. Hope it stays cool for a bit. Obscure ‘80s weather-themed songs are playing my head, like this one: “I remember the rain on our skin and his kisses hotter than the Santa Ana winds. Whispering my goodbyes, waiting for the train. I was dancing with my baby in the summer rain…” (Belinda Carlisle, Summer Rain).
Superfreebies
Benedickie and I got some nice comic books last Saturday, Free Comic Book Day. I got four from Comic Quest. Vinnie let me pick which ones I found interesting (thanks!), including Flight, Comic Festival, Star Wars, and Impact University. Also got the second issue of the always-free Tabloid Komiks (which had a dark, gripping story about a bank robbery). Got two more free comics (Ronin Hood of the Samurai, and the thick manga digest Tokyopop Sneaks) at Druid’s Keep later.
Bought Villains United # 1. DC's biggest bads form a coalition. Impressive dialogue, intriguing premise and good art (thanks for the tip, Dean!). Also got Justice League Elite # 11 (of 12), which is still consistently good. Just ignore Manitou Raven’s iffy morale-boosting speech about how the Elite is the world’s last and only hope. But it’s still worth reading. Hope it becomes an ongoing title.
The Dark Side beckons
Yaaaayyyyy!!!! Got invited to a Star Wars: Episode III preview within the week! John and I will be watching it. Just like three years ago, when I won tickets to a sneak preview of Attack of the Clones at Louie’s THX, which coincided with his birthday. As a kid who grew up on the fantasy franchise, I’m excited to see how the last piece of the puzzle fits. I read in the latest Time magazine issue (Darth Vader cover) that kiddie-favorite Jar Jar Binks appears but has no lines. Hmmm… I wonder if he gets lightsaber-whacked or Force-choked? Or just disappears in shame? Anyway, yaaayyy!!!!
Color it pink
Support ProGay Philippines’ event, the third Pink Film Festival at the Gateway Mall in Cubao from June 1 to 7. For details, or if you want to be a volunteer, please click here.
Cyberpals
To people who keep inviting me to join Friendster, I apologize for not replying right away. I will not be able to maintain an account because of various reasons at the moment. But when I do find the free time for it, I’ll let you know immediately. Thanks.
This one goes out to the ones I love
“I sometimes misunderstand. Things you say lose all since I command. We collide in a time, almost drowning. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, I love you…”—Primal Scream, Love You
It’s raining heavily as I’m typing this. There’s thunder, lightning, the works. Hope it stays cool for a bit. Obscure ‘80s weather-themed songs are playing my head, like this one: “I remember the rain on our skin and his kisses hotter than the Santa Ana winds. Whispering my goodbyes, waiting for the train. I was dancing with my baby in the summer rain…” (Belinda Carlisle, Summer Rain).
Superfreebies
Benedickie and I got some nice comic books last Saturday, Free Comic Book Day. I got four from Comic Quest. Vinnie let me pick which ones I found interesting (thanks!), including Flight, Comic Festival, Star Wars, and Impact University. Also got the second issue of the always-free Tabloid Komiks (which had a dark, gripping story about a bank robbery). Got two more free comics (Ronin Hood of the Samurai, and the thick manga digest Tokyopop Sneaks) at Druid’s Keep later.
Bought Villains United # 1. DC's biggest bads form a coalition. Impressive dialogue, intriguing premise and good art (thanks for the tip, Dean!). Also got Justice League Elite # 11 (of 12), which is still consistently good. Just ignore Manitou Raven’s iffy morale-boosting speech about how the Elite is the world’s last and only hope. But it’s still worth reading. Hope it becomes an ongoing title.
The Dark Side beckons
Yaaaayyyyy!!!! Got invited to a Star Wars: Episode III preview within the week! John and I will be watching it. Just like three years ago, when I won tickets to a sneak preview of Attack of the Clones at Louie’s THX, which coincided with his birthday. As a kid who grew up on the fantasy franchise, I’m excited to see how the last piece of the puzzle fits. I read in the latest Time magazine issue (Darth Vader cover) that kiddie-favorite Jar Jar Binks appears but has no lines. Hmmm… I wonder if he gets lightsaber-whacked or Force-choked? Or just disappears in shame? Anyway, yaaayyy!!!!
Color it pink
Support ProGay Philippines’ event, the third Pink Film Festival at the Gateway Mall in Cubao from June 1 to 7. For details, or if you want to be a volunteer, please click here.
Cyberpals
To people who keep inviting me to join Friendster, I apologize for not replying right away. I will not be able to maintain an account because of various reasons at the moment. But when I do find the free time for it, I’ll let you know immediately. Thanks.
This one goes out to the ones I love
“I sometimes misunderstand. Things you say lose all since I command. We collide in a time, almost drowning. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Oh, I love you…”—Primal Scream, Love You
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Shiny Happy Person
Happiness for me is a work in progress, but I can safely say that I really am happier and more content these days. I’m definitely counting my blessings, because there are times that I do tend to forget in the never-ending mad whirl and just take things for granted. While there will always be obstacles in the form of envious, two-faced and malicious individuals, I continuously learn and am assured that they cannot ruin the things I have worked for these past few years. The things I treasure most are the people that I love and those who love me unconditionally. I also have the gift and will to create, which I constantly hone because I want to please myself first and foremost. I don’t feel or think that I’m above anyone, except perhaps those who act horribly towards me and those who feel the need to damn me for imagined troubles. In a world shaped by opinion, both informed or not, I do my best to form my valuable own, and be comfortable in my little space in this sphere.
Whether it’s an occasional byline, a filling meal, or quiet moments with those who matter, I am grateful. I am not complacent; I know I never will be, but I’m more appreciative of the good things that I get. I am here in whichever place I am because I worked hard for it. I still do. And I am loving myself, and believing in myself, more each day. It’s about time, too.
Whether it’s an occasional byline, a filling meal, or quiet moments with those who matter, I am grateful. I am not complacent; I know I never will be, but I’m more appreciative of the good things that I get. I am here in whichever place I am because I worked hard for it. I still do. And I am loving myself, and believing in myself, more each day. It’s about time, too.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Vengeful Vigilantes
Pencil drawing, June 2000
Magical beings Bloodwish and Crimson Unicorn patrol the supercrime-ridden corners of Southern Zoyad.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Mixed Bag
Bully shit
McPigs recently told me about a co-worker whose strange behavior is quite disturbing. The person gets mightily sarcastic and verbally offensive at every possible opportunity for no real reason. The ass just reminded me of a few but annoyingly memorable bullies I've encountered myself, people who couldn’t handle the pressures they signed up for. None of them are my age; they’re always someone enjoying some semblance of authority. They probably get off on threatening, picking on, or yelling at those they consider lesser than themselves. In truth, they’re just repressed, self-loathing, hideous pieces of crap who can’t pick on someone their own size or age. And that’s just pathetic. To those who feel more complete by causing other people grief, don’t work out your hang-ups and issues on those who have nothing to do with them, you stupid freaks.
Comicky goodness
Moving on to nicer things. Ran into talented writer-artist Chris Costello last weekend at Megamall. Recognized him from his journal pictures. Gave him a copy of LNA I was carrying with me. He seems like a nice fellow.
Speaking of giving stuff away, FHM Philippines has this little contest with a familiar prize (scroll down that page). Also in the May 2005 issue of FHM is their nice “quotable quotes” portion where they culled “winning comic book lines” from, ahem, my brainchild (Thanks, Chrissy I.!).
Anyway, Free Comic Book Day is this Saturday. Visit your favorite comic book shop and get some imported freebies (not sure if a prior purchase is necessary, if ever, so ask them about it).
Happy Birthday, Mom!
We love you. :)
McPigs recently told me about a co-worker whose strange behavior is quite disturbing. The person gets mightily sarcastic and verbally offensive at every possible opportunity for no real reason. The ass just reminded me of a few but annoyingly memorable bullies I've encountered myself, people who couldn’t handle the pressures they signed up for. None of them are my age; they’re always someone enjoying some semblance of authority. They probably get off on threatening, picking on, or yelling at those they consider lesser than themselves. In truth, they’re just repressed, self-loathing, hideous pieces of crap who can’t pick on someone their own size or age. And that’s just pathetic. To those who feel more complete by causing other people grief, don’t work out your hang-ups and issues on those who have nothing to do with them, you stupid freaks.
Comicky goodness
Moving on to nicer things. Ran into talented writer-artist Chris Costello last weekend at Megamall. Recognized him from his journal pictures. Gave him a copy of LNA I was carrying with me. He seems like a nice fellow.
Speaking of giving stuff away, FHM Philippines has this little contest with a familiar prize (scroll down that page). Also in the May 2005 issue of FHM is their nice “quotable quotes” portion where they culled “winning comic book lines” from, ahem, my brainchild (Thanks, Chrissy I.!).
Anyway, Free Comic Book Day is this Saturday. Visit your favorite comic book shop and get some imported freebies (not sure if a prior purchase is necessary, if ever, so ask them about it).
Happy Birthday, Mom!
We love you. :)
Friday, April 29, 2005
Fiction Factories
War, war stupid
But this one looked good. I attended the press screening of Kingdom of Heaven at Gateway Mall, Cubao, earlier. It was okay. I’m still absorbing it, actually. In a nutshell: Scruffy-looking Legolas didn’t shoot any arrows, unlike in Troy. But he’s a master swordsman. The costumes looked impressive. Lots of dead people. Nobody really wins.
Diced Padawans
After some amateur detective work (I asked around), I found out that the Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith print is in the country already. I will be watching it in a few weeks in an early press preview screening, fingers crossed. This reminds me, it's almost three years ago when I joined a Star Wars art contest by E! Philippines and won a pair of tickets to a special advanced screening of Episode II. Anyway, people have been raving about Episode III, including not-so-silent Kevin Smith, whose spoilerrific review can be seen here (got this from Marco’s blog). Can’t wait to see it.
I live, therefore I pimp
“A sexy yet intellectual comic book that pulls no punches.” Thank you, people of Icon magazine, for this interview, and for giving my (as Boi Bitch called it) baby a thumbs up in the current issue (available now!). And thank you, David Hontiveros, for this: “I really enjoyed Lexy. It's one of the best comics I've read from the local scene.”
Naked New Avengers
This never happens to the JLA. The Avengers were captured by old X-Men villains, who stripped them of their spandex in the latest issue. It’s a funny sequence, superheroes talking about underwear (or lack thereof). Just go read the latest issue. Brian Bendis’ work is slowly growing on me. Hope House of M isn’t anything like the disastrous Avengers Disassembled storyline from last year.
More Shadow La…er, Blacklight artwork
Check out more pages of Blacklight #1, penciled by my bud John T., here.
McPigletron played with my Galactus
He likes it.
But this one looked good. I attended the press screening of Kingdom of Heaven at Gateway Mall, Cubao, earlier. It was okay. I’m still absorbing it, actually. In a nutshell: Scruffy-looking Legolas didn’t shoot any arrows, unlike in Troy. But he’s a master swordsman. The costumes looked impressive. Lots of dead people. Nobody really wins.
Diced Padawans
After some amateur detective work (I asked around), I found out that the Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith print is in the country already. I will be watching it in a few weeks in an early press preview screening, fingers crossed. This reminds me, it's almost three years ago when I joined a Star Wars art contest by E! Philippines and won a pair of tickets to a special advanced screening of Episode II. Anyway, people have been raving about Episode III, including not-so-silent Kevin Smith, whose spoilerrific review can be seen here (got this from Marco’s blog). Can’t wait to see it.
I live, therefore I pimp
“A sexy yet intellectual comic book that pulls no punches.” Thank you, people of Icon magazine, for this interview, and for giving my (as Boi Bitch called it) baby a thumbs up in the current issue (available now!). And thank you, David Hontiveros, for this: “I really enjoyed Lexy. It's one of the best comics I've read from the local scene.”
Naked New Avengers
This never happens to the JLA. The Avengers were captured by old X-Men villains, who stripped them of their spandex in the latest issue. It’s a funny sequence, superheroes talking about underwear (or lack thereof). Just go read the latest issue. Brian Bendis’ work is slowly growing on me. Hope House of M isn’t anything like the disastrous Avengers Disassembled storyline from last year.
More Shadow La…er, Blacklight artwork
Check out more pages of Blacklight #1, penciled by my bud John T., here.
McPigletron played with my Galactus
He likes it.
Xavier School, circa 2001
Mixed media, May 2001 (Click image)
Drew this a month before Grant Morrison revamped the X-Men four years ago. Interesting characters like Emma Frost, Xorn, Juggernaut, Sage, Angel, Beak and the Stepford Cuckoos have yet to be part of the class picture. I miss some of the major changes from Morrison's run, like the leather uniforms and international X-Corporation teams.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Piano Woman
Isha a.k.a. Peach Abubakar
Talked to her over the phone just now. She'll be at the Marikina Shoe Expo (Araneta Center in Cubao) this Saturday, 6 p.m., to perform a couple of songs as part of the opening of an art shop whose name escapes me at the moment. Noel Cabangon might be performing too. She says it's still tentative at this point.For future show schedules, please click here. For more info on Isha and her fantastic debut album Time and Again, please click here. O ayan, Buddy, happy ka na?
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
God Among the Ruins
Book Sale has been getting and selling back issues of The Advocate for years now, and I buy whenever they have some in their racks. It’s a pro-GLBT mag that keeps up with a lot of gay-related issues all over America, and even the world. It’s very informative and enlightening, as it constantly addresses gay rights and challenges through diverse articles by the witty and well-researched columnists. At 30 to 40 pesos each, an issue of The Advocate is a nice bargain, indeed.
The Dec. 7, 2004 issue is a very good and affecting read, as a number of interviewees talked about the ramifications of George Dubya’s re-election on gay rights. One of the things that stuck with me about the entire ish was the “rants and raves” section, which regularly features quotable quotes by celebs and non-celebs alike. I especially like what talk show host Bill Maher said in the Oct. 24 issue of the Chicago Sun-Times:
“Why does someone feel they have to hide (their sexual orientation) their whole life? … The root of that is all from the Bible, from religion. If we didn’t have religion, there wouldn’t be this massive problem with gay people.”
I totally agree. Everybody’s free to worship who or what they want, or not worship at all; faith is always a personal thing. Organized religion, on the other hand, is when things related to worship get unduly complicated. Some Christians, for example, go on a Bible-thumping spree, citing chosen verses that supposedly say that gay relationships are condemned by God (or at least the Christian God). Late last year, there was this anti-gay zealot politician, a guest at GMA 7’s Debate who kept spouting Biblical rules against homosexuality. What he and other people like him conveniently leave out are verses pertaining to barbaric or bizarre customs in the same book that say (and I paraphrase): “If a woman is found guilty of adultery, you can freely stone her to death.” Or, “If a woman just gave birth, she is unclean for X number of days… don’t let her rejoin the community just yet.” If (and really, I question this) these Bible authors were really in touch with God, why do so many things seem to get lost in the translation? Why the stunningly prejudicial laws? Is God that petty and bossy? What's up his cosmic ass?
Then you’ll get arguments that, no, the Bible is not a science book; it’s not updated to reflect modern-day culture, laws and so on. But, wait, isn’t that hypocritical when you cite it as the be-all and end-all of “God’s words”? You either accept it wholly or not at all. To pick one line that suits whatever agenda you have and ignoring badly written parts of it just smacks of hypocrisy and bigotry.
So if you’re gay, and the beloved leader of your Church unflinchingly declares that you are part of an influential “ideology of evil”, please get out of that religious group. You are not welcome. Your sexuality is a mockery to your Creator. Leave, and don’t look back. Don’t give them undue strength by being part of their numbers. They are preaching against you. God, apparently, isn’t gender-blind.
If you or any of your loved ones are gay, please find the strength to voice out against bigotry, whether it’s caused by religion or not. If you consider yourself straight, please question the rules laid out before you. You know something’s amiss. Stop just following and start analyzing. Yes, that may be too much hard work, but someone’s life may depend on it. You may be helping out people on the road to self-destruction. Ultimately, it’s you who makes a difference. And wouldn’t your Higher Power, whoever or whatever that may be, want that? Isn't that the right thing to do, regardless?
The Dec. 7, 2004 issue is a very good and affecting read, as a number of interviewees talked about the ramifications of George Dubya’s re-election on gay rights. One of the things that stuck with me about the entire ish was the “rants and raves” section, which regularly features quotable quotes by celebs and non-celebs alike. I especially like what talk show host Bill Maher said in the Oct. 24 issue of the Chicago Sun-Times:
“Why does someone feel they have to hide (their sexual orientation) their whole life? … The root of that is all from the Bible, from religion. If we didn’t have religion, there wouldn’t be this massive problem with gay people.”
I totally agree. Everybody’s free to worship who or what they want, or not worship at all; faith is always a personal thing. Organized religion, on the other hand, is when things related to worship get unduly complicated. Some Christians, for example, go on a Bible-thumping spree, citing chosen verses that supposedly say that gay relationships are condemned by God (or at least the Christian God). Late last year, there was this anti-gay zealot politician, a guest at GMA 7’s Debate who kept spouting Biblical rules against homosexuality. What he and other people like him conveniently leave out are verses pertaining to barbaric or bizarre customs in the same book that say (and I paraphrase): “If a woman is found guilty of adultery, you can freely stone her to death.” Or, “If a woman just gave birth, she is unclean for X number of days… don’t let her rejoin the community just yet.” If (and really, I question this) these Bible authors were really in touch with God, why do so many things seem to get lost in the translation? Why the stunningly prejudicial laws? Is God that petty and bossy? What's up his cosmic ass?
Then you’ll get arguments that, no, the Bible is not a science book; it’s not updated to reflect modern-day culture, laws and so on. But, wait, isn’t that hypocritical when you cite it as the be-all and end-all of “God’s words”? You either accept it wholly or not at all. To pick one line that suits whatever agenda you have and ignoring badly written parts of it just smacks of hypocrisy and bigotry.
So if you’re gay, and the beloved leader of your Church unflinchingly declares that you are part of an influential “ideology of evil”, please get out of that religious group. You are not welcome. Your sexuality is a mockery to your Creator. Leave, and don’t look back. Don’t give them undue strength by being part of their numbers. They are preaching against you. God, apparently, isn’t gender-blind.
If you or any of your loved ones are gay, please find the strength to voice out against bigotry, whether it’s caused by religion or not. If you consider yourself straight, please question the rules laid out before you. You know something’s amiss. Stop just following and start analyzing. Yes, that may be too much hard work, but someone’s life may depend on it. You may be helping out people on the road to self-destruction. Ultimately, it’s you who makes a difference. And wouldn’t your Higher Power, whoever or whatever that may be, want that? Isn't that the right thing to do, regardless?
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Assembling Manual
Mixed media, March 2005
This is one of a few column illustrations I did for the current issue of Manual (April 2005). Also contributing are old Alamat-ers David Hontiveros (he wrote entertainment articles), Budjette Tan (he wrote a short story) and Bow Guerrero (he did a drawing that accompanies Budj's work).
Friday, April 22, 2005
Out of Body Experience
These days, when I look at my old written and illustrated works, I often surprise myself. I’m sure other creative people have experienced this. There are times when I find myself removed from the things I’ve done that I'm either pleasantly surprised or recoiling from works I’ve done in the past. I unearthed a ton of old photocopies of artwork months back and I was amazed to recall, not so suddenly, that I was responsible for them.
Perhaps it’s because I’m so concerned with the here and now that I forget. Old drawings or articles are outlets of the moment that I don’t really recall the intricacies of the process. It’s like snapping from a trance and moving on. I ask myself, “What the fuck was I thinking?” whenever I see something cringe-worthy, or, “Wow, I did this?” when I see something I like that I don’t remember doing.
I rarely congratulate myself, I guess. I used to be very competitive with others back in college; hell, I probably still am. But now it’s more of a personal, unspoken thing where I’m on a constant lookout for improvement. I did a comic book thesis, Dark Utopia, as a graduation requirement over a decade ago, and even then, I only liked a handful of the 75-plus pages I drew. Whenever I see those plates, I just shudder, but am also impressed with the decent ones nevertheless. Same with some written stuff I’ve rediscovered on bundles of scratch papers and old notebooks, or old published works.
It’s a strange but interesting feeling when, for instance, Benedict says a line from my comic book (Lexy...) word-for-word, or when I open the same book and I suddenly remember John telling me years ago to primarily focus on the story and characterization while I was conceptualizing. It’s like I’m déjà vu’ed into the mindset and sensory settings of the time. I don’t think aloud about things like artistic attitude or balls I’ve developed throughout the years, I suppose. So looking at my works from a distance, at certain opportunities that are rare these days, I’m barraged, amazed, and sometimes baffled that I’m capable of things.
And these things, I love doing. Sometimes I still have to take a moment to realize that, yeah, I got talents. And I’m still learning and growing.
Perhaps it’s because I’m so concerned with the here and now that I forget. Old drawings or articles are outlets of the moment that I don’t really recall the intricacies of the process. It’s like snapping from a trance and moving on. I ask myself, “What the fuck was I thinking?” whenever I see something cringe-worthy, or, “Wow, I did this?” when I see something I like that I don’t remember doing.
I rarely congratulate myself, I guess. I used to be very competitive with others back in college; hell, I probably still am. But now it’s more of a personal, unspoken thing where I’m on a constant lookout for improvement. I did a comic book thesis, Dark Utopia, as a graduation requirement over a decade ago, and even then, I only liked a handful of the 75-plus pages I drew. Whenever I see those plates, I just shudder, but am also impressed with the decent ones nevertheless. Same with some written stuff I’ve rediscovered on bundles of scratch papers and old notebooks, or old published works.
It’s a strange but interesting feeling when, for instance, Benedict says a line from my comic book (Lexy...) word-for-word, or when I open the same book and I suddenly remember John telling me years ago to primarily focus on the story and characterization while I was conceptualizing. It’s like I’m déjà vu’ed into the mindset and sensory settings of the time. I don’t think aloud about things like artistic attitude or balls I’ve developed throughout the years, I suppose. So looking at my works from a distance, at certain opportunities that are rare these days, I’m barraged, amazed, and sometimes baffled that I’m capable of things.
And these things, I love doing. Sometimes I still have to take a moment to realize that, yeah, I got talents. And I’m still learning and growing.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Quick Thinks
1) After two months since the 7-character set was released, I was finally able to build a Marvel Legends Galactus figure at the regular department store price.
2) Robert Kirkman's Walking Dead is involving, creepy and depressing, if a bit predictable at times.
3) The new pope kinda looks like a certain Sith Lord.
4) I like the new band Milk n Money from the Graduation Day CD. Vocalist sounds like the middle sister of the Session Road frontwoman and Isha Abubakar.
5) I want some ice cream.
2) Robert Kirkman's Walking Dead is involving, creepy and depressing, if a bit predictable at times.
3) The new pope kinda looks like a certain Sith Lord.
4) I like the new band Milk n Money from the Graduation Day CD. Vocalist sounds like the middle sister of the Session Road frontwoman and Isha Abubakar.
5) I want some ice cream.
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Peace Train Sounding Louder
Non-stop work, I’ve gotten to know these last couple of years, can prove quite stressful on many levels. The past several months have been a blur, and yet, I’ve avoided mental shutdown, because of things I like that distract me, and friends who have been very generous with me.
It was only about four months ago that I co-published and launched my own comic book, and I am still discovering that the project requires much attention, marketing and constant pimping on my part. Well, the work has gotten easier, because people have been telling me that it’s been selling itself, or word-of-mouth is doing its part, and it’s gotten generally good reception. But I’ve yet to talk to other shop owners, as I’ve been a bit sidetracked by the nature of my daily freelance work. I’ve accepted this nature long ago, and am working hard to keep everything workable for everyone. And I hope to get things that need doing done soon, I hope. I want more people to read my work.
The daily grind is complex enough without my personal crap getting in the way. I do my damnedest to separate all my work from whatever angsts and dissatisfactions I have with whomever, or whatever. And if such crap happens, it’s really difficult to make sense of a work day. These distractions happen sometimes, admittedly, because of my own fault.
But whatever drama happens—and I use the word “drama” as an over-simplification—I still have to grin and bear it, and do my own thing. It’s just so emotionally sapping to be disappointed and worried about people whose feelings I may have hurt, for whatever reason. Honestly, that’s one of the worst feelings ever, to have people you consider friends disappointed in you or vice-versa.
At this point in my life, I’m still learning how to communicate with people. And it’s good that my different jobs help me with that. There are unspoken politics when it comes to relationships that eventually need to be discussed and analyzed. There are people I regret being intimate with, but that’s just the way things evolve into, I suppose. There are problems I’d rather forget if I’ve done all I can to solve them. I move on when it suits me. I’m learning not to be vulnerable anymore.
Sometimes, though, I need to remind myself. And that’s why I’m writing about this now. Life is so short and fleeting and it just gets doubly stressful when scrutiny eats you up on a personal level. There will be more compromises to discuss and challenges to endure and surpass; I don’t doubt that. But I’m hoping, now that I have this tiny breather from work, that I’ll be given a break. I desperately need it.
It was only about four months ago that I co-published and launched my own comic book, and I am still discovering that the project requires much attention, marketing and constant pimping on my part. Well, the work has gotten easier, because people have been telling me that it’s been selling itself, or word-of-mouth is doing its part, and it’s gotten generally good reception. But I’ve yet to talk to other shop owners, as I’ve been a bit sidetracked by the nature of my daily freelance work. I’ve accepted this nature long ago, and am working hard to keep everything workable for everyone. And I hope to get things that need doing done soon, I hope. I want more people to read my work.
The daily grind is complex enough without my personal crap getting in the way. I do my damnedest to separate all my work from whatever angsts and dissatisfactions I have with whomever, or whatever. And if such crap happens, it’s really difficult to make sense of a work day. These distractions happen sometimes, admittedly, because of my own fault.
But whatever drama happens—and I use the word “drama” as an over-simplification—I still have to grin and bear it, and do my own thing. It’s just so emotionally sapping to be disappointed and worried about people whose feelings I may have hurt, for whatever reason. Honestly, that’s one of the worst feelings ever, to have people you consider friends disappointed in you or vice-versa.
At this point in my life, I’m still learning how to communicate with people. And it’s good that my different jobs help me with that. There are unspoken politics when it comes to relationships that eventually need to be discussed and analyzed. There are people I regret being intimate with, but that’s just the way things evolve into, I suppose. There are problems I’d rather forget if I’ve done all I can to solve them. I move on when it suits me. I’m learning not to be vulnerable anymore.
Sometimes, though, I need to remind myself. And that’s why I’m writing about this now. Life is so short and fleeting and it just gets doubly stressful when scrutiny eats you up on a personal level. There will be more compromises to discuss and challenges to endure and surpass; I don’t doubt that. But I’m hoping, now that I have this tiny breather from work, that I’ll be given a break. I desperately need it.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
Jumbled Thought of the Minute
Got tons of things to do but all I really wanna do is go on a vacation somewhere cool because my self-imposed hiatus never happened 'cause freelance works just pop up and I can’t disappoint people I work with since they know I’m perfect for the job and all that so here I am blogging instead of making an organized list of things to do for the next week or so and I just wanna sleep and read and write and draw and eat and exercise more ‘cause I need to lose weight and be comfy again in my clothes like I’m comfy without them yeah and oh god I wanna swim even for only an hour and laugh and not worry ‘bout any real-world concerns like saving money and deadlines and I’m just feeling tense and horny and damn I wanna plow but I can’t right now 'cause I need to work again so I’ll have money to spend and squander at SM...
I Chose Two
Swiped this music quiz thingie from boi_bitch:
Choose a band/artist and answer only in SONG TITLES by that band: 10,000 Maniacs and Dar Williams
Are you male or female: Starman; When I Was a Boy
Describe yourself: Like the Weather; Party Generation
How do some people feel about you: Headstrong; Family
How do you feel about yourself: Gun Shy; Better Things
Describe your ex-b.f./g.f.: Few and Far Between; The Christians and the Pagans
Describe your current b.f./g.f: Everyone a Puzzle Lover; My Friends
Describe where you want to be: Eden; Spring Street
Describe what you want to be: Candy Everybody Wants; The One Who Knows
Describe how you live: I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love with You; Closer to Me
Describe how you love: Scorpio Rising; And a God Descended
Share a few words of wisdom: Let the Mystery Be; The World’s Not Falling Apart
Choose a band/artist and answer only in SONG TITLES by that band: 10,000 Maniacs and Dar Williams
Are you male or female: Starman; When I Was a Boy
Describe yourself: Like the Weather; Party Generation
How do some people feel about you: Headstrong; Family
How do you feel about yourself: Gun Shy; Better Things
Describe your ex-b.f./g.f.: Few and Far Between; The Christians and the Pagans
Describe your current b.f./g.f: Everyone a Puzzle Lover; My Friends
Describe where you want to be: Eden; Spring Street
Describe what you want to be: Candy Everybody Wants; The One Who Knows
Describe how you live: I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love with You; Closer to Me
Describe how you love: Scorpio Rising; And a God Descended
Share a few words of wisdom: Let the Mystery Be; The World’s Not Falling Apart
Sneak Peeker
Image Comics' Blacklight #1 interior page, penciled by John Toledo and inked by Marc Deering. Available this June.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Killer New Wave
It's in music stores now, finally. Got myself a copy of The Killers' Hot Fuss album earlier. Whether you're a seasoned or recent New Wave listener, you should check this out, pronto. Been seeing the cool video for their first single the past couple of weeks. I've listened to the CD twice now, and for me, the band sounds like a strange but very audible cross between Modern English, The Cure, and Blue Zoo. Their melodies are very infectious and their lyrics are offbeat, both typically endearing New Wave traits. Very catchy stuff.
"Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on your alibis. But it's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside!"
--The Killers, Mr. Brightside
"Jealousy, turning saints into the sea. Swimming through sick lullabies. Choking on your alibis. But it's just the price I pay. Destiny is calling me. Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside!"
--The Killers, Mr. Brightside
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
Fun Stories + Purty Pitchers = Yay!
Been reading a lot of borrowed comics lately. I immensely enjoyed Brian Vaughan's awesome Runaways, four issues of Dan Slott’s entertaining She-Hulk, and Linda Medley’s magical and feelgood Castle Waiting. These are some of the most creative titles I’ve read in a while. Thanks, McPiglet, for lending these memorable gems.
I’m on a self-imposed hiatus, which will probably last for a few days; I’m just relaxing and planning, and catching up on music, comics and TV stuff. I need a real vacation. Haven’t had one in years. And it’s so hot, I just wanna dip myself in a pool or tub filled with ice during the day.
Oh, before I forget, thank you to Niño Mark Sablan for including Lexy, Nance & Argus in his recommended gay reads last Wednesday in the 2BU section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. His brief blurb: "Eye-friendly drawings plus nod-inducing lines equals applause!" Thank you Mark! That's a very nice equation.
End of pimpage, for now. Back to more reading. Yay!
I’m on a self-imposed hiatus, which will probably last for a few days; I’m just relaxing and planning, and catching up on music, comics and TV stuff. I need a real vacation. Haven’t had one in years. And it’s so hot, I just wanna dip myself in a pool or tub filled with ice during the day.
Oh, before I forget, thank you to Niño Mark Sablan for including Lexy, Nance & Argus in his recommended gay reads last Wednesday in the 2BU section of the Philippine Daily Inquirer. His brief blurb: "Eye-friendly drawings plus nod-inducing lines equals applause!" Thank you Mark! That's a very nice equation.
End of pimpage, for now. Back to more reading. Yay!
Monday, April 11, 2005
Embracing the Dark Side
I enjoyed the new Clone Wars animated series Benedict showed me so much that I couldn’t help it: I bought a few Revenge of the Sith action figures when I saw them at the mall this afternoon. I have General Grievous, Emperor Palpatine (with lightsabre), Shaak Ti, and Mace Windu. The Jedi-killing General Grievous can hold four lightsabers at once (theoretically, he can hold five… if you watch it ‘til the end, you’ll know what I mean). I also love Shaak Ti! She is one ass-kicking Jedi. Anyway, the toys aren’t as articulate or sturdy as any of the superhero/fantasy action figure lines today, but they’re just as damn expensive. And yeah, I’m weak, so I bought a few anyway. I still have some of the worn-out figures from the eighties, which were really popular with collectors back when the original trilogy was released in the country. They really look like relics now compared to their improved counterparts. I remember nagging my mom periodically to buy me Return of the Jedi toys, which were selling at an expensive 29 pesos each back then at Mini Dau in Parañaque. But they were worth it for me; I had fun recreating scenes and making up new ones with the characters that I had. And yes, these days, I'm still the toy geek. I open my toys and play with them (I don't do sound effects and battle scenes all afternoon anymore, though), and later display them in my humble, dust-gathering toy shelf.
Back to the cartoons: Genndy Tartakovsky’s Clone Wars is airing this week over Cartoon Network Asia, I think. The five remaining chapters are longer per installment (slightly over ten minutes each), and it focuses on Anakin’s Skywalker’s recent acceptance to Jedi Knighthood. It leads directly to Episode III: Revenge of the Sith next month. The action scenes are, to quote Anakin in Chapter 21, “Impressive. Most impressive!”. The young Jedi’s ominous vision in the final chapter was also nicely done. I like how Anakin looked with the temporary blue tatoos. The distracting thing about this shirtless look, though, as Benedict also pointed out, is Anakin's armpit hair. Weird-looking brown tufts, they were.
Back to the cartoons: Genndy Tartakovsky’s Clone Wars is airing this week over Cartoon Network Asia, I think. The five remaining chapters are longer per installment (slightly over ten minutes each), and it focuses on Anakin’s Skywalker’s recent acceptance to Jedi Knighthood. It leads directly to Episode III: Revenge of the Sith next month. The action scenes are, to quote Anakin in Chapter 21, “Impressive. Most impressive!”. The young Jedi’s ominous vision in the final chapter was also nicely done. I like how Anakin looked with the temporary blue tatoos. The distracting thing about this shirtless look, though, as Benedict also pointed out, is Anakin's armpit hair. Weird-looking brown tufts, they were.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Turning Points
Regret some intimacies. Regret regrets. Two lovers sharing one man.
Different needs, same goals. Be happy; be free. Be who you wanna be.
No tears are wasted. Stop showing vulnerability. Stop.
Stop, and you’ll see clearly. Hidden lives, no apologies.
Apologize until you’re not sorry. Sorry that things get cheap.
Cheap and downright sad. Dramas go bad, but this disaster’s averted.
Thank you for sharing. Sharing’s good. Orgasms for everybody.
Yummy, wild, drunk and free.
Free.
Different needs, same goals. Be happy; be free. Be who you wanna be.
No tears are wasted. Stop showing vulnerability. Stop.
Stop, and you’ll see clearly. Hidden lives, no apologies.
Apologize until you’re not sorry. Sorry that things get cheap.
Cheap and downright sad. Dramas go bad, but this disaster’s averted.
Thank you for sharing. Sharing’s good. Orgasms for everybody.
Yummy, wild, drunk and free.
Free.
Purpleblur II
Pencil drawing, March 2005
Mystery spygirl Purpleblur has hypervelocity powers and martial arts skills that have proven useful in many covert missions. She has allied herself with the Cavalry, the Dozen Dynamos, and the Masked Maestros in the past, and is rumored to be one of the original Purpleblur's suprahuman descendants.
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Darkstar? Umbra? Blacklight!
Blacklight # 1. Available this June!
My pal John Toledo drew this. It's a new series from Image Comics. Reserve your copy at your favorite comic shop, now! Vinnie of Comic Quest, and Felix of Druid's Keep, please get the title. :) To view a larger version of the cover, click here.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
Saturday Fun Machine
Went to Comic Quest Megamall last night to get Countdown to Infinite Crisis, the latest issues of Astonishing X-Men and Legion of Super Heroes, and Marco Dimaano’s newly launched book K.I.A. (Kai: Indomitable Assassin). It was cool to behold all those creative people at the launch together: Marco, Arnold and Cynthia Arre, Dean, Vinnie, Elbert, Jac, Jonas, Benedict, Camille Portugal, Joel Chua, and David Hontiveros! As a comics person, it's really gratifying to know that these writers and artists are doing different, inspired things for the love of the medium and related art forms.
Chatted a bit with Arnold about LNA. The guy generously gave nice comments about it again (Argus is his fave character!). Also talked a bit with Marco and later Jac, who had me draw the Kai character on a piece of paper with the other guests’ renditions. Benedict got some pig sketches too.
Was able to watch the new Clone Wars ep later, and I had Benedict take pics of me for my blog profile, both decent and silly ones.
Chatted a bit with Arnold about LNA. The guy generously gave nice comments about it again (Argus is his fave character!). Also talked a bit with Marco and later Jac, who had me draw the Kai character on a piece of paper with the other guests’ renditions. Benedict got some pig sketches too.
Was able to watch the new Clone Wars ep later, and I had Benedict take pics of me for my blog profile, both decent and silly ones.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
The Valhallan Maiden
Pencil drawing, April 2000 (Click image to enlarge)
Warrior goddess Gunn of the Valkyrjas’ tremendous physical and precognitive powers were halved after being exiled on Earth. But instead of returning to her homerealm when offered the chance, the Valhallan Maiden opted to fight alongside noble mortal fighters similar to those she used to bring to the haven of slain heroes.
Friday, April 01, 2005
Infernal Heat
It was so hot earlier today, or technically, yesterday. Ugh. Was drowsy for most of the afternoon and evening. Rambling... will probably rewrite this post later today. Or not.
Was part of a previously unannounced 30-minute round-table interview with Simple Plan (they're quite funny), and later, the planned interview with Avril Lavigne (she was okay) that lasted for about ten minutes.
Was part of a previously unannounced 30-minute round-table interview with Simple Plan (they're quite funny), and later, the planned interview with Avril Lavigne (she was okay) that lasted for about ten minutes.
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